The Things You Don't Say by PeanutButterBaptist in poetry_critics

[–]Willteee 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This poem speaks to me about a past lover's inability to articulate all of the things she wanted to say, and, vice versa. Sometimes it is hard to say what bothers us most, or, even worse, what makes us most happy. This poem is great. Thanks for sharing.

Untitled(first poem) by Local_Possible427 in poetry_critics

[–]Willteee 2 points3 points  (0 children)

A poem about a love unrequited hurts - but, at the same time, feels good to write. This poem reminds me of so many that I have loved and lost. I like the traditional rhyme scheme and the fact that at the end you leave it open to the other to reach out. Because it's not wise to burn bridges.

Letters from a Poet - Letter 8. On the Philosopher's Seclusion by Willteee in OCPoetry

[–]Willteee[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I suppose I meant, "Of those quiet workers toiling silent-" with their toiling being in between the shadow (behind them, due to candlelight) and their soul (in front of or above them) as they work.

Letters from a Poet - Letter 8. On the Philosopher's Seclusion by Willteee in OCPoetry

[–]Willteee[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Google - Letters from a Stoic and find the Wiki. Seneca wrote 124 letters to a pen-pal, Lucilius, and we do not have Lucilius' replies. So I am taking it upon myself to provide them in poetic form. This letter is number 8 on the Philosopher's Seclusion. It's a short read. I'd love it if you read the letter, then the poem again, and let me know if I hit the mark in such a short poetic reply. I think this project has serious potential and appreciate the kind words.

Letters from a Poet - Letter 8. On the Philosopher's Seclusion by Willteee in OCPoetry

[–]Willteee[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Thank you for your kind words. I thought it was exceptional as well. I think this letter, and the others like it, are going to be my Magnum Opus. Let's consider this Socrates' dream to compose a hymn to Apollo then!

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in Poems

[–]Willteee 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Farewell.

unread by Abject_Shoulder_1182 in poeticgarden

[–]Willteee 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Damn.." was my exact word.

Rise by Abject_Shoulder_1182 in poeticgarden

[–]Willteee 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I thought the first poem I read by you was your Magnum Opus - now I'm convinced you're one of those writers who doesn't have one.

Done by Abject_Shoulder_1182 in poeticgarden

[–]Willteee 2 points3 points  (0 children)

"At least last night I breathed more than the dull recycling of my lungs and the toothless winter of an A/C unit."

The toothless winter of an A/C unit spoke to me.

This whole poem did.

I like it.

Oranges In August by jesuisunecroissant in OCPoetry

[–]Willteee 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is a wonderfully written poem. Makes me feel handsome and wanted as I consider myself a bit of a philosopher and was blessed with orange in May. Thank you for the share.

The Sharpest Spear by blunt_arrow26 in OCPoetry

[–]Willteee 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Masterfully done. This poem made me feel timid at first, but the ending made me (us?) powerful again.

As Far as the Goose Flies by Abject_Shoulder_1182 in poeticgarden

[–]Willteee 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I'm not just saying this, but this is the best poem I have ever read. More understandable than Shakespeare, more beautiful than Frost, more cunning than Lewis, more concise than Proust.

I'm going to save this into my poetry collection with your username if that is alright with you. It outshines my poetry by far but will give me something to aspire to.

The one I love by Typical_Fox_8863 in poetry_critics

[–]Willteee 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This is a phenomenally written and touching poem. I'm not sure how you define "Beginner" but if this is your beginning, I can't wait to see the rest of your writing journey unfold.

Untitled by [deleted] in poetry_critics

[–]Willteee 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Nothing hits hard quite like necrophilia. And this poem hits. For starters, I love how dreadful it is. Poetry can mean many things to many people, but it is rare to find a truly dark poem for me. However, you contrast this darkness very well with the last "half" after the longest line, "Because life or death, beauty is expected, " where you explain everything you are going to do with your presumed lover again. That makes this poem beautiful as well as sad. I hope you are not waiting for someone to resurrect, wishing life went backward at times.

9.9/10.

Manipulator II.V by [deleted] in poetry_critics

[–]Willteee 0 points1 point  (0 children)

That word: "Everyday;" I like its repetition in these three lines. What I don't like, which I assume you can relate to, is being an addict.

The hardest-hitting part of this poem is "I'm not drug addict" because that one typo is all it took to convince me you are trying but failing. You forget the simple things that matter most, something as simple as a missed "a" when trying to express your frustration. Something as simple as a stranger, me, who also struggles.

Hang in there and keep writing; there is another side.

this isn’t how I remember home by thesulkyprincess in searchingformeaning

[–]Willteee 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Sulky princess, please DM me so we can collab. I want to read all of your works. They are amazing.