Keystone Poetry review

Whose woods this are

I think I know

His house is in the village though.;

The rain in Spain fell mainly on the plain.

Well-wielded words work wonders, warming weakened wills with wisdom

Think of me in the depth of you despair

Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared.

You heard as if an army muttered.

And the muttering grew to grumbling.

Chocolate is my Achilles's Heel.

"...the moon gazed on my midnight labors, while, with un-relaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding places."

My power flurries from the air into the ground.

My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around.

A good speech should be like a woman's skirt.

Long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to create interest.

The world is your oyster.