Haha yeah I'll probably be fairly harsh but I don't want to be seem a dick if I don't post my own work. I probably will eventually... I just have a really strange relationship with writing.
The poetry stuff - man I always feel so terrible for saying this, but a lot of English poetry is hard for me to enjoy. I don't know why.

Maybe I just haven't been introduced to enough good English poets.
Its more: remain objective, and think of what your criticism's aims are. Mine is to help the writer.
And obviously you have common sense and politeness, on your side, unlike posters such as my self. [or cyan may want your ear...

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My two favourite poems:
Leisure
WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William Henry Davies 1871 - 1940
&
Trust/ John Keats
I like it for reasons that are wholly different to others; but the way these two are written are so masterful...