It's like reading a surreal painting.

Sounds like a country song, I hate country songs.

I'm sure there are more accurate adjectives for a teenage boy's bedsheets, but 9 for you.

Nice flow.

Or maybe the mushrooms on my pizza went bad... or good, depending on what you look for in mushrooms.

Very nice stuff here.

I think the Internet has lost sight of what it's really all about, that being shit, aids, dwarfs, and homos.... but lucky for us, DA is here to remind us with the vigorous thrust of his poetic fingers, over and over again! Bravo! Anyways, nice job summing up this man of mystery in a Letterman-esque sort of way.

It conveys grief openly and unashamedly. The language changes from creative to the more basic but you place them well. Frank, honest and no bullshit poem, i respect that

the sound effects make it an infant thing - don't know if that's intentional. It's wasted on me, that's for sure. I like the cat though. prrrr prrrrrrrrrrr

While freestrolling through comments here and there, I read a line of yours, going something like: did I see you in Kansas, staring at daisies? Maybe you should try to write more by accident - this is one big deliberate bulk.

Again,I must say. Well done! This should be in the top ten

Not bad, good imagery, puts me there in the conductor chair (?)... but leaves me a little confused about why I'm reading this.

I'm sorry for the shabby rating but this poem is just not my thing

Good rhyming, and I guess form counts for something.

So what you're saying is that God looks down on the brightest of humans like we look down on rotary telephones?

Hmmm... Jessina, Here are a few things I would take note of.... avoiding the 'ing' form of the words, like beginning with Sighing. For eg. ... just a suggestion, She sighs profoundly and saunters Down the corridor of her chamber. Her movement was slow Like a weary itinerant. Lost in a world of sheeer gloom, She lounges restively on stairs so plume Quivers in hoary morn And clinches her ruddy coverlet. There seems to be a slight conflict in tenses.... for which you have to be careful about. But, nice choice of words.

Lately, thanks to Superbad, anytime I see the word "coming" I'm brought to that conversation in the bar with those silly cops and McLovin. Just wanted to share, and doesn't Poemranker remind you a little bit of show in tell back in elementary school?

Nice flow, the first line doesn't work for me though, same goes for the last stanza...

Less telling and more showing. I don't really see what this poem is trying to say...

This is good. Maybe shouldn't be #1. But it deserves a 10.