A love of yer own patch, yer own yard?

its full of feeling, pure heartfelt feeling.

You got a knack for rhymning. Not enough sentiment though.

Ha! you just might overtake worst poem. I'll help. Damn chubby! --->

An interesting idea that gets lost in a ton of tedious language. Maybe with some work it would flow better.

Ask Z and she will tell you that this is clearly not a limerick. It is aabba or Abba misspelled. Hand over heart now! Proud to be an American, cuz at least I know I'm free.

The repetition bogs down the poem. We get the point. And areas of youthful language also hold the poem back (i.e. terror tastes bitter, my yesterdays...). And really, how often do you see dead kittens in the road. Maybe squirrels, or opossum, or armadillos, even alligators and once in awhile a cat, marmot or dog, but kittens?

also a heavy thanks to the wife oh geod hollow be thy name. his pork be done and bill be done as it is in heaven. how was your day.good!.moving on

ah, D. what can i say? the sentiment is genuine, and I can't help but join you in hoping my country gets a much-needed blessing or two. this little ditty, however, shows little craft. p&k seems to think you might be baiting me, calling this diatribe a limerick. while there is a cetain element of humor present, it doesn't please like a limerick is liable to. save your rants for the comment box. give us more HIGH ART when you submit a poem. when i read this, i feel so...unsatisfied.

Doylum I recieved your comment, and sent you a reply. I saw them both in the comments page and now they've disappeared. Anyway thank you for replying and if you could point out which common phrases, besides thick as thieves, I used in the poem. I try to be as unique as possible but after so many thousands of years of story-telling in human culture it's not so simple. If you have the time please let me know. Also I noticed it's even difficult for the humorist onboard to write without using well worn phrasiology, espacially of the piratey kind. Studied Persona? What happens if they find you actingreal, or I guess I should say not acting at all. Don't worry I won't tell.

Hello Annie welcome to poemranker. I just arrived a week ago myself. theres a lot of mischievious goings-ons around this site so if someone slams you don't take it seriously. 'The strong stench of death' seems out of place. The hero/heroine seems to be talking from her room so that line made me believe she had cancer or something. I can't see the connection between stench and depression. Enlighten me.If you edit out the definite article "the" from lines 3-10 (example: hallow walls, empty view...) there would be more drama. Good luck.

I am sure there is a local suicide hotline in Canada, eh. Maybe you should stop writing and give it a call. In addition, I suggest talking to mom and pops to get you in to see someone very soon. The poem sucks, but if it is cry for help, we here at poemranker are of the compassionate sort and care about the well being of the poems in our close-knit group. Please, call the hotline.

Why does the word Esplanade have to do with this? An esplanade is open public space. Does it have another meaning I can't vote without some clarification

Sorry but that doesn't bring climax to me, not even close, especially since its a filty foreign one it doesn't build up at all, its flacid. Was she faking?

Sound like a more of a chip on the should rather than a haiku.

This is a classic example of a rubbish poem.

This is the biggest loaf of Wisconsin cheese turd I have ever read in my life. I mean it is good to get in touch with the Robert Bly side of yourself, but this is flat out ridiculous. I mean come on, take a look at some of these lines. How could you actually write these without breaking down in shear laughter? "You are my treat on Halloween, and everyday in between," "With fireworks, pledging to you my romantic sovereignty," "Draped and covered in your "sensuality sweater"." Ugh. It was a painful read.

And here I thought this was going to be a descent poem. The title sucks, but the poem opens in okay fashion and then---boom, out of nowhere comes the worst line ever written: "time suckles of mother natures teat." I laughed all the way to the pisser, pissed all over myself from laughing so hard.

also a hello to you fine lady..hope your well, and obeying your curfew...remember boys are bad by nature and bred liars, but so are girls...i must shower..i smell like a kelp bed that was picked up and hurled by a twenty foot shore breaker! fizzled...and to top it off i have to cut my hair for some prawne play DAMNIT I hate musicals...

Ugh!!!!!!