some deleted user
on Thank-you, outside by fevriere
19 Mar 2004, 1:54 PM
So few listeners!
When I finally find one I go "wordlessand wild."
I like it.
Of the poems you recently submitted, I like this best, especially the last few lines. Like the others, I think it's too wordy, too cliched, but good
Omit "untold."
If these people were idiots, why do you care?
Good, lots of ideas, insights. A bit fragmented though, you go from a bar to a marshland and then seem to list a number of neighbourhood held truisms.
Pardon me while I ass yawn with you.
Yawn. Thanks for the 1994 flashback, though.
>>>>GOOGLE CLICHE COUNT<<<<
I donât even know your name (3,900,000!!!)
But that mystery only deepens my intrigue. (25)
I would like to say that I am content,
Just to know that you exist. (126)
Life is full of (88,700) sadness (70) and empty of remorse, (11)
It gives and takes indiscriminately. (369)
But every so often it smiles upon us, (52)
And in that radiant glow (239), we are found fortunate.
It is enough for me to (2,410) bask in the (62) light of your smile, (807)
And drown in the depths of your eyes. (depths: 346, eyes: 531)
>>>>GOOGLE CLICHE TOTAL: 3,993,748<<<<
LOL!
"The Pederast" more like LOLTTM WTF?
lolin all da way 2 da bank! nobut seriizly gud job :P) -10-
American Idol.
Do you mean shittier?
Here's another red bar - probably old news. (http://www.alwaysontherun.net/kendra.ht m#e)
I like it up to the end, which I don't get
You'll get mainly rudeness on poemeranker. Rudeness and shit poetry. Rudeness, shit poetry and clog-dancing dunces who waste their time writing sarcastic replies to other people's comments. -10-
Hmmmmmm. You think it sounds like I gave up? Well, you may be right. It was supposed to be the realization that there is a new year ahead...full of possibility. Still, the word etched does kind of bring it down, as you mentioned. It WAS written when I was 20 years old. Perhaps it does need revision...I'll think on it...thanks.
do i get a reason or are you just going to be rude?
I think that pretty much sums up how we all feel, all the time.
Welcome.
I think you got a bit carried away with being a cock.
A shitter poem I could not hope to find,
even if I could lick my own behind.