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Death of an Apple Tree My arms lurch out of my shoulders, my fruit hangs in my wooden palm. And my leaves, green and warm. I am lovely, and yes yes, Earth says hello to me. (and I am loved, and I am Earth). And years creep by me, feel them so slow and slow. Wonder about memories, rough...

I don't think you've realized your potential as a poet. These poems are very un-inspiring and boring. The rhyming is kind of annoying, and the first love poem is like a million poems I've read before. So, read some famous poets, study them. And keep on writing. You'll get there.

when in jail i fell flat on my face hands on the ground didn't make a move. what a mistake, o, silly me, thinking fast. keeps me in the room, i don't say a word i don't move at all sits and thinks and thinks lovely lovely in 1981 when I met you all a far memory now. i forgot sunshine, broken...

In the car music blaring, lovelylovely Twinkletwinkle in your eye, sad blue stargaze. O, you lovely winter’s dream of the God’s. In the car, I felt your hands, I did not speak. Purple lights in my head, the words I didn’t say. Kissed me and kissed me, Heaven all nonsense now. A wonder harvest...