Beau is a boyfriend. But what is a "boo'? Anyway, a funny thought.

Too much explaining and generalizing, where just showing the scene and the man's feelings would work better. With a well-worn topic like this, something unique is needed. I do like the Chorus.

Pretty good.

If you want to use street language, ok, but it's a bit off-putting as it comes only late in the poem. I bet this is a good song; like to hear it.

Hey, please don't join them; you can do better.

This place has become overrun with vermin while you were away. Not much to do here anymore, unless you want to discuss feces and the like. I always like your poems, and Desnos must be ok too, but how would I know? Best of luck wherever you post.

The first thing that comes to mind, besides liking this, is that the "faint signs of cracking" in your painted smile are something he might notice, but you might not. I'd put it third person, i.e.

As he turned and walked away,
the painted smile upon her face, . . .

Don’t believe Rocky; this is not a good poem; he only agrees with your position. Hell, if I write about the virtue of zeroing, he’ll leap all over it. No, but if you do, he will. All he has for me is ‘honey bun” and “squeal.”

“Of” on line 2 surely should be “of.”

“Of buildings had laid in ruins” should surely lose the “had.”

To name just a few.

First 2 lines are good. Then it runs amok, without more to go on.

It's sketchy, as if meant for some special person. I'd have to ask you to fill in the gaps before I could say much more.

The title seems too narrow, since this is about more than quantum mechanics. It’s a kind of wandering theory of everything, where supernovae is misspelled. It’s a mixture of science and speculation, and edges on preaching. But you avoid that trap and stop after saying that we humans are, in your opinion, not separate entities as we suppose, but part of some organic whole. I’d like it better if it held closer to real science until the end, as it does in much of it, delaying “the inseparable cosmic web” idea. I think that would make your last verse more powerful.

It goes along well in the first half. Then the logic of yarn that was once a sweater being like a person thinking she's less bright than she imagines, escapes me.

It's an interesting attempt as unusual language. I'd prefer to see the Old English done with proper grammar though. You mix new and old in an interesting way, but if the old is not done properly, then people think you're just blabbing without having learned the form. A nice attempt at something different.

I've stopped trying to shed a little optimism in your "lines in this fatal misery." Carry on.

It's cute and almost funny, but it rambles on and pays too much attention to rhyme.

Yes, I am the center of the universe and all being surrounds me. If I am happy, the clouds are happy; sad, the sea is dark. Improve the grammar, as half.Italian advised on your last one, and clean up some superfluous language and you'll have a nice poem