great political poem, i really have nothing negative to say about the poem itself, very lyrical and memorable, from the seagulls to the seeds to the chosen people. i disagree completely with the premise, however. There are many, many, many arab countries, and only one Israel. The great irony is that the two sides in conflict have much more in common with each other than with any of the outside forces, both arab and western, all of whom want to manipulate the situation for their own gain, not to help the innocents caught in the middle.

extra points for shameless name-dropping ;)

unashamedly light fare. it's a hallmark moment.

great crack about the ethics homework. are you sure you want to keep the prose-poem format though? it makes much of this piece difficult to parse.

what is your native language?

neat!

very personal free-verse. in general i liked it. the third segment seems kind-of unnecessary, at least as its own distinct unit. if not, i would reverse the order of II and III. the end of III and beginning of II have an obvious connection, and "why are you here?" is a much better ending place.

i don't mind the language - clever enough - but the emotional content i find a bit dry. maybe that's the whole point, but i'm not really feeling it.

i like the overall sentiment. this feels like it hasn't been edited yet. write it however you like, but i would write it:

I am cursed. I give
yet receive nothing.
I gave everything.

Now I'm stuck, sitting
on the dead orchid petals
you keep watering
for the illusion of life.

I desire freedom.
give me back
my body.

i like the form, and the last line. the rest, however, needs work in my view. the adjectives are standard.

simple, elegant, i like it! ;)

sincere, if imprecise.

it's got a good skeleton but it's a bit flabby. one verb is worth ten adjectives and adverbs. this is how i read it:

"i feel your caresses, blown, sending tingles with rivulets. i awake, intensify, bend, stretch, accommodate. i am peaking, fulfilled. you're rushing. i am satisfied, saturated. your hunger magnifies, breaking pieces, caresses and kisses, lashings and torrents. you are raging, i am subdued, swayings and rustlings, thrashings, anchored. i give. i am.

there's a bit of ambivalence about the topic. if this is not about suicide, it may be more interesting than it initially appears.

a lot of religious images here. is there something more personal to your own experience that would add meaning?

the tone and voice are polished. i like this even better than the other one. i may be mistaken but i think you meant either latched or leashed rather than lashed. otherwise top notch.

i like a lot of this, but there are a few blips that i think don't work. "held tight in grip" is clunky, you can word it a bit better. "despair" sounds cliche. disrepair? roadside flare? dining room chair? almost anything would be better there than despair. a good effort though, at a difficult form.

heh, brown noser.

interesting! if you start with circus of circuits and remove "of slime. everlasting," it'd be a damnfine haiku.

very sensory, i like it. first line is a bit incongruent with the rest, and so is the middle line. what effect were you going for?