Geez, you say I'm mean. I left this "alone".

Hilarious!! Poor little guy. Randy Newman writes poetry!!

i hate when crocodiles come out of nowhere...but this time it worked great...i love demented humor...its my practice.

"allowing the room to offer itself to moonlight" so pretty.

and now, for your entertainment, a poem by the living dead.

so easy to remain stuck in this eddy.

hey im not saying that other people's opinions are wrong and mine isnt im just saying his is and i know you cant retract an opinion im just saying be more open minded and your really mature by using such insults as cumbreath frankly i dont give a flying fuck what you or anyone thinks of my poems i write them because i want to if you hate my poems so be it but please dont lecture me with this bullshit i know that lots of people like shit things but my poems appeal to different types of people and yes you are right about britney spears she does suck oh and i imagine you to be some sort of internet geek who doesnt like the outside so there!

But right is right, the poem is downright awful. It sounds like an ode to soccer thugs. However, hey, if you think everything your write is ready for prime time, who I am to argue. Rejection will speak for itself.

And I though George Carlin taught me new phrases. You take the cake. I think the intensity of the poem is stronger than what you are trying to say, but I would love to hear it live just for effect.

i think this is great. it pretty much describes a large part of my life when I dreaded coming home. if my lack of sleep could produce a better word then "beautiful" I'd use it, but thats the best I've got for now.

little vinegar never hurt anyone...until it gets in your eyes and makes you blind...which is common for me (take this both metaphorically and literally).

What do you mean, "I'm just saying be more open minded and...mature?" That is the most ridiculous thing you've ever said. As for claiming to not care what anyone thinks about your poems, that's total bullshit, and you know it. Why do you post on poemranker? In order to get your poems ranked. You express pleasure when someone praises your poems. Obviously you do care. It's just that you pretend not to when they're criticised, because you refuse to admit that they're total shite. The first step to solving a problem is admitting you have it. Your problem is that you suck at poetry. Admit it, and then you can start changing. More crap...You keep attacking my poetry. For one thing, my poetry is neither as clumsy nor as utterly ill-conceived as yours. It may be unappealing, unserious and generally annoying, but it is not even in the same league of utter horror that your poems live in. More...I am not an 'internet geek'. The only thing I "do" on the internet is post on this site and play the occasional game of Warcraft III. Apart from that I just "browse" and read my email. I do like the outside, just not to the point of obsession. I don't really know why I'm telling you this, but I suppose the easiest remedy for incompetence is education.

i'm gonna jump on the suck bandwagon...though the constant use of "yeah" would make it a thriving candidate for any Ozzy of Rob Zombie tune (record: i love both of them)...i'd also like the add my written chuckle of admiration for Dark Angel...brilliant, seriously. your comments made the poem.

morning z...the ending is a leaning crucifix of young sailors tormented by salt peter and morning wood wet dreams, plus the structure makes it go in lots of different directions..lots of stuff happening here...treasure chest tawny flesh, grandma lovers it!

actually, one of the constructs i enjoyed the most in making it is the way the rhyme doubles back on itself in the first part (aba, cbc, cbc, aba), and then the final stanza's marked, 'deed', which is what caused the pain and the decision in the first place. funny how you can lauch it off 14 years later. salt still stings, remembering...

Like this one! people wright for lots of reasons, its good way to find out about yourself and who you realy are!!

A job well done. 9. I love the idea of 'wafting warmth in still air'.

This I like. 7. It's quirky and different. A refreshing change.

Some of the images are clever - "smog feels tense, dark that grows brighter," but the poem ultimately loses me in the end.

Oh brother. And such a clever use of profanity wasted.