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Title: Second-Best in Silence
          done by Liam
          Review:
          
          Your poem paints a raw and unfiltered portrayal of loneliness, unrequited efforts, and the quiet ache of being overlooked. The imagery of waiting at the table—so consistent yet isolating—beautifully symbolizes the emotional labour of holding onto someone or something that doesn’t return the same energy.
          
          You navigate themes of hope, disappointment, and realization with striking vulnerability. Lines like "I was tired of being a face / Not heard / And just seen" are particularly resonant, capturing the frustration of feeling invisible while yearning to be valued. The recurring metaphor of a fighter—battle-worn yet enduring—evokes strength and exhaustion, a duality many readers can relate to.
          
          Your pacing seamlessly carries the reader through your emotional arc, from hopeful anticipation to the final cathartic realization of reclaiming your voice. The mix of sharp, direct lines and softer, introspective phrasing gives your poem balance and depth.
          
          This is more than just a poem—it's a mirror to anyone who has loved selflessly, waited patiently, and ultimately chosen themselves when the silence became too loud.
          
          Rating: ★★★★★
          
          It is a powerful and relatable piece that lingers long after reading.

-Review of 'Magnolia and Me, Done by Liam-
          
          
          This poem is a profoundly emotional and reflective piece that captures the weight of self-doubt, unfulfilled effort, and the crushing comparison to an idealised “perfection.” Using “magnolia” as a metaphor for beauty and unattainable qualities adds a natural yet haunting element to the narrative, symbolizing something pure and cherished that the speaker feels they lack.
          
          The imagery is vivid and poignant, from the “ripe orchard” robbed of its harvest to the “infectious sweetness” dripping like honey from the lips of perfection. These visuals strike at the heart of feelings of inadequacy, loss, and the pain of being overlooked. The speaker’s vulnerability is palpable, and the rhythm of the poem mirrors the ebb and flow of hope, despair, and eventual resignation.
          
          What stands out most is the juxtaposition of perfection with imperfection. The poem makes the reader feel the speaker’s torment as they struggle to reconcile their self-worth against an impossible standard, a battle so many of us face at some point. Yet, beneath the sorrow, there’s an unspoken strength—a quiet acknowledgement of what it feels like to endure and continue despite the pain.
          
          Anne’s ability to convey such complex emotions through elegant metaphors and striking imagery is a testament to her skill as a writer. This poem isn’t just a reflection of personal anguish; it’s a mirror for anyone who has ever felt overshadowed, unappreciated, or unseen. It’s beautiful in its heartbreak and deeply resonant in its truth.
          
          A truly captivating piece that deserves to be read, felt, and remembered.

-Review for The Bed We Made, Done by Liam-
          
          This poem feels so raw and heavy, a reflection of deep emotional exhaustion and pain. It’s clear you’ve been grappling with feelings of betrayal, abandonment, and the weight of unreciprocated effort in your friendships or possibly your relationships. The imagery of running on broken glass and bleeding out conveys just how much this has hurt you emotionally, mentally, and even physically. You’re pouring your soul into something that feels one-sided, and the anguish is palpable.
          
          The way you’ve described feeling silenced, disregarded, and left with nothing but regrets is heartbreaking. It speaks to how much you’ve invested emotionally, only to feel like it wasn’t valued or reciprocated. The line about being an “object of fleeting feelings” and the futility of honesty really underscores that sense of betrayal and disconnection.
          
          Your words are powerful, Anne, but they also carry so much pain that it’s concerning. The thoughts about not wanting to be here anymore and wishing to escape this hurt through self-harm are alarming. I need you to know that these feelings, while overwhelming, are not permanent, and you don’t have to face them alone. You’re allowed to take up space, to be heard, and to demand the respect and care you deserve.

I’ve been thinking on posting reviews on my poems here, so if needed, my dear readers could gain a more in depth understanding of my peons and their hidden meanings, I hope you guys enjoy the reviews as much as I do 

Can please I ask for your advice ? 
          I only started writing poem a month ago

it has been 5 weeks since my first post and I must say that I am super happy for the love and support that I have received, it has most definitely inspired me to move forward and farther with my writing. Which one is your favourite?