Very nice

I like this a lot, there's a pleasing lyricism about it and yet the drought suggests a hint of evil beneath the surface. The final image of the gospel is powerful, suggesting the importance of light in the creation of the earth.

good poem, all the images link in so well and your signature food metaphor

This is a pretty, but essentially vapid haiku. Which the fate of most haiku writers, unfortunately. But it flows nicely and works well. By the way, I've never been to Cirencester, but the name makes it sound a most beguiling place.

Bold and vivid, no nitpicks from moi 9

i saw this movie, where they got this guy drunk, reallllly drunk, and then sent him down a big mountainous hill, you might call it a mountain, but before this drunk guys wild ride, they cut the breaks, now thats a cool way to kill a guy!!! northbynorthwest i think?

this would be a good opening spoken word intro kevin arnold style for that axed fox sitcom freaks and retards, it may have been titled freeks and geeks, but its dead, so who cares

get rid of the last two lines, it is an ill thought out cliche. A retard is someone with retarded development relative to average. The bell curve shows that 98 percent of people fall within 1 sd either side of average on most measures of mental proficiency. and all the questions you ask are a little too blatent. It should be the reader asking themselves these questions not you having to explicitly tell them. Other than that a rather good poem

a real thought provoker.i like it.my type of poem.keep it up question:any chance you could look at two of my poems?'Memory' and 'Incomplete'?i would really appreciate it

good use of imagery and emotion.creates a nice scene in the mind.i like it. question:any chance you could review 2 of my peoms? 'Memory' and 'Incomplete'? i would really appreciate it

so what was this promise exactly? how do you know it was a promise? she could have just had her fingers crossed or something, or maybe it was backwards day were everything said means the opposite...

This reminds me of the great Scottish poet Hugh MacDiarmid, who wrote poems full of technical details. Or maybe Ezra Pound. Except they were geniuses, and you probably aren't. But I like the bit at the end about identity theft - did you know that somebody could go through your dustbin, steal an old bank statement and use the information to completely bugger your credit rating?

well that all depends on what nothing is, some say nothing doesnt exist, but if it doesnt, what is it then, if it does, then its obviously something, so what the hell is up with all this crazy shit

that is concern with man's innersied that is realate to the nothingness that is when beauty fall down and death comes it is where i become ready to different man in different life for thousand times and it is a pace to the path of life where man still has conflict with himself

that is a very good poem that deepens me in the pains of the man's heart in the front of a false world that try to get the life in tight contains of hiden explaination which follow until man lost in the exile exile of everything man reach it is still unfathdomable on the line sky meats sea everyday when eyes open the doubts and fears ,tears of exile

arent all days named the same? namely day? oh yes, i see, so the serpent is your penis, and you are the dead foreskin? but pretty soon you are going to cut off your penis all together so you can become one with nature and the month of may, niiiiiice immagry by the way, and hey, if you arent doing anything today, maybe you can stay, and drink some pepsi

lovely

hey motherfucker, dont steal my signature way of presenting poems. ;P

for the sake ofhaikus everywhere, lets hope ten is a dramatic overexaggeration

will you marry me?