Sunday, June 18, 2017

Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening Comments

Rating: 4.8

Whose woods these are? Oh, do not mind;
His house is what I left behind.
He will not see me stopping here
Watching his woods fill up with sheer
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Tom Billsborough 25 October 2017

I like the humour in your poem. Check your rhythms though. I advise you to read your poems out loud. The odd line falters a bit but the content is very interesting.

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Todd Giberson 23 October 2017

Nice take-off on Frost's classic. I produced a parody myself of Edgar Allan Poe's The Bells. Mine is called the Bills.

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Richard Jarboe 04 July 2017

It's risky going outside as a poet, eh? Good work, ric

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Rini Shibu 21 June 2017

Haha..Tan good sense of humour.. You made me laugh But poet love to drift and Rove...so have to enjoy this suffering. :) I liked this poem.++10

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Brian Markey 21 June 2017

Great story written with a great flow of verse and rhyme combined to keep the reader engrossed.

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Hazel Durham 20 June 2017

Really funny and so well written Tan and thanks for sharing! If you would like to read and comment on my new poem 'Here, There and Yonder'

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Richard Wlodarski 20 June 2017

Extremely clever and witty! Most definitely a big 10! ! !

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