Good God. "I hate this", and that is one badly drawn fish.0.

this is hilarious and well done. :)

A little work required on stanza two, lines three and four. Not too sure that "compare" was the right choice of word, doesn't seem to make literal sense. Other wise promising.6.

great energy. you use your disapointment well.

This is utter shit. 0. Your final line 'a gothic dream' speaks volumes. You try to invoke interest through obtuse imagery and a strange form, and you do initially succeed, but closer inspection produces the opinion that this is nothing other than 100% unadulterated crap. Go hang your head in shame.

So true, I can see in my mind's eye. I enjoyed the flow and reference into each line making a complete thought. complex with emotion yet simple.

like it!!!8/10 just one more thing are you alone!!!

I don't believe there are so many negative votes on this. It couldn't possibly offend the sensitive sensibilities of a teenage girl.

I see you've been censoring your poeme's comments. Great job! Keep it up!

I began reading this with a great degree of trepidation as the poem initially appeared to be written by someone with a vested interest in cliches, but by the end I was happily surprised. There's nothing groundbreaking here in the slightest, but the poem is pleasant enough. I like the structure you have chosen, and the image of 'leylandii walls' is nicely done. A 6 for you Sir.

Why is it 98% of the submissions to this site contain no poetry. This is an observation written down in a purely unpoetic manner. WHERES THE FUCKING POETRY!!! There is more poetry in this homeless guys unwashed underwear then there is in your poorly chosen words.

Hippy ramblings, I fear. 4. There are some nice touches; 'soft simper drizzle' is lovely, but the idea of relating love to nature is as old as poetry itself and has been done better than this on countless occasions. To describe the sun as a 'round red orb' does highlight a lack of imagination perhaps...?

Unpleasant stuff to be coming from a 14 year old's pen. Your language is basic, but the sense of bitterness is really quite vitriolic, and therefore wins you a 5. Now go away and think happy thoughts.

I concur with Beakism. A decent effort DA; it raised a chuckle from myself and so I bestow you with a 7.

With a little extra work you could have left me feelng utterly empty inside. 8. Short, concise and filled with startling strong sentences. The best poem I've read for a while. I commend you Sir.

I have two thoughts about this poem. I began reading, and thought that this was an unbelievable situation described badly. I especially disliked the repetition of the last two lines of the poem; I thought it crass and naff. However, I completely unexpected the twist. The last two stanzas I read with complete interest, and especiallly liked the way the last two lines were similiar, but also differed. I'm convinced. A cracking poem, worthy of an 8.

I'm speechless. I'm sorry, and I have no wish whatsoever to spark a race war, but as a Brit this typifies what I hate about Yanks. Where is your style? This is an absolute horror of a piece. 0, and for the first time ever if I could give minus points I would. The worst piece of shit I've ever read on this site. I can't believe a poem has been posted going through the alphabet for inspiration. Not only that, but your verses are completely and utterly uninspiring. The final line beggars belief, and your use of caps throughout and the various references to homosexuality suggest that you are a child pretending to be an adult. Awful.

Why the capitals throughout? One written for Children's Hour. Only under 5's should like this. 3. Crap.

I feel as if I'm right there. This is very good.

This is obviously a hate-filled flashlight. There is no light emitted from it, because hate has old used up batteries. Only love has the fresh new batteries needed to eluminate the world. Mean people, like Matt, get aggrevated because there flashlights don't work. They turn these hopeless flashlights, these "flashlights of hate" on their fellow man and beat them with it til they die. beakism, you are truly a philospher-poet.