That could be chiseled more, but it's much better.

bravo oooh

Lol, a good way to show the kids how to compliment and still retain your own and aknowledge theirs without seeming, weak. Good one.

Today, I stepped in poop at my friends house and didn't notice until I was driving home in the car. No fun, let me tell you, doing that is no fun.

All three of you are the same person. How do I know this you ask? You see, God has ordained this information to my knowledge. Don't belive, "Kathryn H." Your poem is very "poetic"

Any one else feel like they're a prisoner? I'd rather be 31614. That was Carl Panzram's number.

You know I use to have a cat and she was very cute, but two days later, after she scratched me, I gave her to the animal shelter. Also I had a pretzel and I didn't care for it much. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I live in America and also work in America. I would be happy to have a cow ass your mother. Fairwell

even horus8' dick gets air time.

running thin

She? damn you bastages. Im a man! ;P heres an 8, would be a nine if you reconized my manhood. ;x

xoxoxoxox

gosh do i have to draw a bunny on 5 "dicks"(i know some are female) jk i think i'm going to kill myself now also :(

the HIV is not funny unless it's DA

ooo. Lesbianism. yesssss. ok mistah.. ;) lets do some dictionary magic kiiiidoooo... ;D dont blink.

This is me quoting me, quoting me, and wondering if I'm sane, because I do believe that was me I just saw walk by with a serial number on Poemranker. We have all been tagged, we are ruined, RUINED I TELL YOU! LOOK AROUND YOU! LABELS, PEOPLE YOU TRUST NOW EXPOSED, OH LORDY WHAT HAVE WE DONE, JUST LOOK ! LOOK! YOU FILTHY ANIMALS! LOOK AT MY POOR LITTLE SOUL COLLAPSING ALL SHRIVELED UP AND LABELED. Thank god today, I won the poetic raise to freedom I rhymed Hep C with pepsi, proofing, that I'm clinically defunct as a human and an ass-et of the highest order, an ass-et to my fellow poets as a visionary, a bridge into the future. Yes, I know, it's all very exciting, I was sitting down and all of a sudden... It came to me! Hepititis C and pepsi. WOW! I thought, that hasn't been done, but now, I've done it! DON'T YOU SEE!!!! I'VE RHYMED A SOFTDRINK WITH A HORRIBLE ILLNESS! I'm a poetic hero! I'm a fucking CRUSADER <horus starts singing and doing a crooked version of the smurf fused into the running man, lo da to vee lo dat toe lo da do ve do ta!> I win something, I know it, I don't know what, but I believe I've won something.

Speechless.

A man only chases the fruit he cannot have.

You forgot me. Now I must kill myself. Not that you'll take notice. Have a nice life. :'(

This exposes too much, and you shouldn't because, well, good poetry use that concealment to its advantage, you give too much away here unfortunately. All of these aren't completely hopeless though, they can be reworked. You have to go for the knock out resolve. Read 12673 Jalepeno ave, by Jeremi B. Handrinos, to see what I mean.

Top 5 poets? The lad's got sand. And who would the remainder be, out of curiousity?