I like this one! Keep writing!

Islands suck.

Unusually good Haiku.

I very much like the sentiment - hits home too; been on both sides of this one.

I believe you've confused Autumn for the end of the world, and yes, it's high time we all wept.

By the way? you are the lucky recipient of my 4,000th comment. A moment of silence please while I add a degree to my black belt.

I can't get past the fact that it's blatant rip-off of "on top of old smokey". Poor meatball.

This has got pizzazz! 24.333

Reads like a romance novel. 21.134563

my office is frickin' freezing today, so good timing. Okay, you are new to the game; so I'm going to give you big kudos for playing (and welcome), and a couple general things. administrative - keep the title out of the body of the poem, and you don't need to sign your name (if someone wants to steal, they are gonna do it anyway, besides - you won't get famous by your poemranker performances, though some will be stunned mute by this revelation). Thankfully, you didn't write 'copyright'... Poem-wise: I think you would benefit from one piece of advice in particular. --> Show, Don't Tell. For example, you've got a useable image here in the animals on a frozen body of water. show me what kinds of animals, what kinds of trees; describe them. Give me a specific, or a least a singular lake, what does the sun look like? (a famous phrase calls the late winter sun "a battered panache above snow" - see, that's *showing*). See, if you *tell* me that winter follows summer - I'm not gonna be too surprised (I'm also going to wonder what happened to fall), but if you *show* me something transitional or iconic - then I'm at least going to enjoy the scenery.

If you ain't got anyone yet and this is how you write... I cna't imagine the fireworks of what having someone will do for your style. 21.7777

Death and love in one fell swoop? 20.9453

I won't hazard a vote, but even without the benefit of knowing the language enough to get a proper impression, there are few thoughts I like (or at least what I think they are, I like). the idea of doubt creating damage in this way feels like something I want to know more about. saying the full moon is romantic, is a bit 'done', though - regardless of the language, especially since this piece is rich in descriptors. Flat translation: Duer to me heart becomes cloudy the sky the storm will make more fort rain the reason will take care of your dream so that the doubt does not do damage to you. It rests in the bed of the illusion dressed in savannahs of the hope pillows of pleasing memories and by blanket your anxieties. It dreams about the shining sun the serenity of that sea in calm the fresh breeze of the dusk and the romantic Full Moon. Fleet in the apparent dark of one night without stars that your beats plot the course towards those sublime and beside the point beautiful things.

And by the way, your pies: ARE AWESOME!!

Best mental constipation poem I have read yet. 25.444

If you left out line nine, this would be much better.

I wish there were seven of me, but we would all probably fight about what to do and when. Good standoffish piece. 23.3333

A RAPE OF MIND AND BODY? 21.111

WHAT A PIECE OF CRAP!! (actually, I only said that to give you a sense of balance - it has a light feeling to it, and a very nice cadence, that wins over any feelings of 'easy' rhyme). Maybe could do with replacing the word "rhyme" - but, really it's fine as is.

LOL