Evaluate the work of my Writer !

I think it is good. And that is a good idea to sell a kindle book.
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Really? The girl sucks! Like junior-high emo circa 2004 limp bizkit sucks! If you want to make the cash register ring, sell what sells. Niche erotica poems would outperform this garbage 10,000 to 1. Mark my words. In fact if you post some ranchy dragon-on-girl smut or fetish poems and they don't peform, seek me out on this site and call me a jack***. I'm not kidding -- see the stats in niche categories for fantasy and sex. You'll be surprised.

Dude. I don't even know what to say. As someone who has spent a great deal of time studying literature, anything written in an AABB rhyme scheme sounds like a middle school poetry assignment. I would avoid this like the plague. Even for good poetry by fairly well-known poets, the market is very small

I agree completely with JessePinkman. I've also studied quite a bit of literature, and I must say its not good quality at all. And even if it was good, I'm not sure how confident I'd be that it would be successful on Amazon... :/

Even if it was good, I doubt you would find market big enough to sell poems nowadays.
Now, if you were able to rap that... thats a totally different story.

I apologize but this was too painfully sentimental, corny and tiresome material. No freshness or originality sparks anywhere. I have serious doubts this would sell
but good luck.

It's pretty bad, and there isn't any money in poetry anyway.

I couldn't read it, so it was bad

cryptexicebone said:

I couldn't read it, so it was bad

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What the fuck kind of post is this? Get a life.

As for the poem, it wasn't really good.

anil2006 said:

Recently i hired one writer who writes poems . I am thinking to make collection of her poems an sell on amazon as kindle ebook to USA audience . Please evaluate her skills as per USA market . Here is one of her poem :

HELPLESS HEART

My heart resides in an endless pain,

Therefore stirring anxiety into the rain;
Showering from the clouds far above,
Making many realize the power of love;
Although its over and ended forever,
Poor heart makes useless endeavor;
To be loved once again as before,
And never get shattered anymore;
Someone should make it realize,
How much it hurts to memorize;
The moments that have been spent,
With somebody's heart that was on rent;
But now has been occupied by its owner,
Leaving mine hopeless in a deserted corner.


Feedback of your all guys welcome . Thanks in advance

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This is very bad poetry, which is not to say you won't be able to sell it. Given the sort of stuff that I see on Hallmark cards these days I'd say you have a good chance.

It is metrically uneven. The lines don't follow any real rhythmic pattern, even loosely.
She uses weird syntax that is clearly chosen just to fit the thought into the line, for instance

"My heart resides in an endless pain,
Therefore stirring anxiety into the rain"

There are cliched turns of phrase all over the place, e.g. "the power of love", "the clouds far above".
The diction is needlessly archaic in places. "Therefore" is no longer part of common speech, but a technical term used in argument. "Poor heart makes useless endeavour" contains an unnatural elision that sounds outdated.
The grammar is bad. "It's" is a contraction. "Its" is a pronoun.
The imagery isn't really imaginative.
The rhymes do not flow naturally from the thoughts, but seem to have been picked because they fit with the previous line.
The theme is hackneyed. You would really have to be a great poet to do anything worthwhile with this material these days, because it's been done to death for centuries.

Here is a great poem by Seamus Heaney for comparison.

My tongue moved, a swung relaxing hinge.
I said to her, ?What will become of us??
And as forgotten water in a well might shake
at an explosion under morning
Or a crack run up a gable,
She began to speak.
?I think our very form is bound to change.
Dogs in a siege. Saurian relapses. Pismires.
Unless forgiveness finds it nerve and voice,
Unless the helmeted and bleeding tree
Can green and open buds like infants? fists
And the fouled magma incubate
Bright nymphs? My people think money
And talk weather. Oil rigs lull their future
On single acquisitive stems. Silence
Has shoaled into the trawlers? echo-sounders.
The ground we kept our ear to for so long
Is flayed or calloused, and its entrails
Tented by an impious augury.
Our island is full of comfortless noises.

It's good, lets face it she's not going for a Booker prize is she? -_-

On the plus side she can punctuate properly and it reads pretty good.

Poetry won't sell nowadays. People are into novels turned into movies or, well, novels that can be remade into a movie.