I would also venture to say that a lot of 'people' don't make sense around you on a daily basis. Probably about 90%, but don't worry, I'm sure they were just trying to sound smart, or maybe, trying to talk and or grunt, paw the ground, drag caveman knuckles?. You know. Form sentences in a manner as to compel the formation of sounds from your brain to your mouth. I know that it sounds terribly daring, but you are after all, brave enough to call yourself thee 'dead poet' And your poetry by the way, as you so eloquently put it, was not being "hated on" by me, young man, because when I hate on poetry? The fucking ground shakes you stupid little fucking moron. In fact if I wanted to. Just with the information that you have presented us with here. I could make you fucking despise me like no other motherfucker you've ever encountered. Because hate my little buddy is the wrong word. To be a poet hate is now dropped as a word. it is absorbed and manufactured as a way of life, with love, dance, music, lust, greed, loneliness, jealousy. You must be precisely everywhere never. Spontaneously procrastinatory always, horrifically loving on Tuesdays, brilliantly stupid once a year. You have to know how to projectile vomit, not sleep for weeks if not years. burn bridges with the power of your mind, and use bunny rabbits and puppies for dental floss while owning a very well respected children's animal petting farm. Yes, my friend, the life of a poet. I wouldn't change it for the world, even if the world could stop changing me. I think what you meant to say was probably dissing, or clowning, chiding, picking on, raking, belittling, or even perhaps the dreaded slammin' on your poetry. Anyway, to reassure you of just how far away you are from being a poet. Hence why you chose the name 'dead poet' psychologically that's mighty revealing my friend. You are so fucking afraid to let go of what you think you are or have you could never be a 'living poet' so you brick yourself in before you start. Meaning, dead poets don't write, they're dead. Before you die my friend you would be a fool not to live, or not. I just think that it is really fucking sad to see a person in your position (yes I know) that posture being a afraid to learn know it all dick head loud mouth trying to cover up their weaknesses instead of working with people, that do care about you, and that do know much more about generally everything, on improving why you are so resentful and quick to assume people think they are smarter then you or better at things. For instance, I know there are way better poets, doctors, engineers, janitors, bums out there right now smarter then me, richer, happier, who fucking knows! any thing and every thing, should that make me not care, care more, worry? hate myself? love myself? what? Blame the moon, beef jerky, Jesus. Please. Get ahold of yourself man. Don't be silly. Open your ears and shut your mouth. You'll go farther faster with better results then the mouth full of chirping nonsense and a petmonkey that can't stop jerking off and throwing shit you're equipped with now. Now, poetry, yours, I do not hate it, hardly. I do feel that it can be drastically improved and that there's a glimmer of hope somewhere. We have all been there, maybe not as bad as this, but in the vicinity. Okay three big things, out of a hundred things wrong, because the other 97 are always going to be there, even the best of the best have the unshakable 97 blues, but three things to get back on point. 1)It contradicts itself to death, even to much for poetry, and that's a lot. 2)It asks some embaressingly stupid and pointless questions to nothing in particular. 3)Leaves the reader with the feeling of "well atleast he's dead and well... Dead, and that my friend is not good when you should be angling for empathy and love, or confusing destruction, but commit to something. In a nutshell it's like you were 'trying to sound smart' and you failed miserably and with absoloutely, may i had, no grace. At least if you want to suck. Suck with grace, or don't go through the motions, because if you do, every poet will laugh, and every moron will be like "hey man, sweet poem dude" and what that means is "what is this asshole trying to sound smart or something" Therefore, you can either ask for help, and improve, or stay dead. Now, that said. Wanna fuck? lol.

rapest.

I can hear the acoustic guitar in the background.

As a woman of the world I adored this poem, especially the womb description. We ladies need to stick together on this site. I vote a 9.

Good. Would've been a -10- but i just don't like when in the last line in the REFRAIN it should be "hoping when i say sorry, it will come true" instead of "hoping when i say sorry to you..." i feel it messes up the rythm of the song ---9---

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Wow I really loved the imagery in this poem. I was reading the other comments and theres not much clue to the story in this I think I get it but dont want to look a fool. it was lovely reading your poem I am new here on this site and am reading all the top 15 poems in the next few days. I am giving you an 8, nice to meet you and thank you for sharing your lovely poem.

Very touching and vividly told I loved your use of language and metaphor. Why didnt you call yourself Mr Fox? I vote you a 9 its wonderful.

Oh my goodness I need cheering up as I've just read Mr Pigs 'The Blooding' that too was sad. This is incredibly poignant and moving and I hope the next one in the best list is on a happier note. I vote 9.

You have a wild imagination and you write with relentless passion. I liked the connotations with snakes there fascinating and mysterious. I vote 8 (at least this didn't make me sad)

Oh my how romantic and I never expected it from a title like Bread & Oranges. I think your wasted on here you should be writing plays for high society theatres. I vote 10 and adore your work.

Yes, no. Maybe. would end it better. all of those esses are reduntant, but yes no maybe is the entire spectrum and you'll find higher votes and regard. take this 7 and think about it.

this is not a sonnet, you should look up the structure... sonnets are strictly iambic pentameter, you can deviate a little, but not that much you also follow a strict ryhme scheme depending on the type english sonnet for instance is: abab cdcd efef gg that last couplet (gg) should answer the previous stanzas somehow

your content and ryhme are excellent, and your meter over all is iambic, but you miss the "pentameter" part of the english sonnet form basically every line should have 10 syllables otherwise, good work!

pretty interesting poem, structurally sound, but i think your iambic meter could use a little work i liked it, but it does feel a bit preachy (but maybe that's what you were going for?)

Kind of generic. Could use some more real concrete imagery. What kinds of talk at dinner? What were you eating? WHat did you learn from them? I can't tell here.

Any poem with "bougainvillea" in it is good for me. Way good.

I have read some fine poetry today in the top 15 and this is no exception. I vote 7

Lovely.

You already know I like it.