on Roadside Testimony by groovenmove
9 Jun 2003, 4:05 PM
Nice drive Shaft
on Belongings by Christof
16 Jun 2003, 3:50 PM
I keep going back and just cackling like a hyenna! I will take this up the charts myself than.
on Dare to Dream by Sterling5583
18 Jun 2003, 9:51 PM
Dare to dream!
on Should I Go? by RobinGayle
18 Jun 2003, 9:53 PM
Birth control is an option.
on some deleted poem
18 Jun 2003, 9:28 PM
Bubba, for the hell of it, do a "my dream" search on poemranker. Mmmkay.
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2003, 12:21 PM
Somebody did this poem a serious disservice. I can fix that with an edit and a ten to get you on the right track again, why you may ask. Because I'm fucking good.
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2003, 12:38 PM
(Free verse) by Craychus
The silver of her eyes twinkled its last
On the edge of a frail escarpment in halted dust
Explosion of beauty raked through hair
Drinking deep the delicious evening Ocean
Her fields of sunflowers garishly dyed red
Bloodied while in the path where sunlight gave
Orange paper sun scattering its liquid ashes
Flowing fluidly in the stems of the sky's gashes
Angry scarlet painting, in her hands a sinful parody
Screaming were the seagulls' cry of blasted cacophony
Falling mutedly into the maw of a ferocious tide
The sun sank as night explodes in visceral infection
Hear lunar tears fall rapidly up against a black storm
The sorrow of the wailing wind tripped across the norm
Sobbing clenching whisp, perched on her private cliffs
Stained damp-white glow, magnificent and time-sieved
Shaken by beauty, touched and ravaged in purity
A crying silhouette outlined a strange clarity
As when the tears did stop and her soft sobs melted
Her laden eyes feasted on an infinity of stars
Galaxies of White dwarves diminished, blue and tamed
Faraway wonders each unsung and constantly unnamed
She eased into the grass and sighed a loved melody
Each sparkle a kiss upon her face in exposed frailty
The silver of her eyes twinkled its final flicker
When her gentle paper eyelids trembled back over
Caressed by the haunted sigh of a night breeze
Sleep, she did, hidden by her lover's sorcery.
The silver of her eyes twinkled its last
On the edge of a frail escarpment in halted dust
Explosion of beauty raked through hair
Drinking deep the delicious evening Ocean
Her fields of sunflowers garishly dyed red
Bloodied while in the path where sunlight gave
Orange paper sun scattering its liquid ashes
Flowing fluidly in the stems of the sky's gashes
Angry scarlet painting, in her hands a sinful parody
Screaming were the seagulls' cry of blasted cacophony
Falling mutedly into the maw of a ferocious tide
The sun sank as night explodes in visceral infection
Hear lunar tears fall rapidly up against a black storm
The sorrow of the wailing wind tripped across the norm
Sobbing clenching whisp, perched on her private cliffs
Stained damp-white glow, magnificent and time-sieved
Shaken by beauty, touched and ravaged in purity
A crying silhouette outlined a strange clarity
As when the tears did stop and her soft sobs melted
Her laden eyes feasted on an infinity of stars
Galaxies of White dwarves diminished, blue and tamed
Faraway wonders each unsung and constantly unnamed
She eased into the grass and sighed a loved melody
Each sparkle a kiss upon her face in exposed frailty
The silver of her eyes twinkled its final flicker
When her gentle paper eyelids trembled back over
Caressed by the haunted sigh of a night breeze
Sleep, she did, hidden by her lover's sorcery.
on This aint love, its shit by Kitch
11 Jun 2003, 3:57 PM
Heeker.
This is boring fucking chick fodder. If you are a man? Go eat some cherrys. If you are a woman? Go eat some cherrys. That is all, and chill them first. I see poemranker tonight has been BORING, except for Chivo's poem from systemofafrown, and some evil poem i guy a 7 to by Athena bofina, the rest of you poets suck and should give up, because you are making me so very emotional and stirring up my feelings of pian and sowrow and the world deserves piece I believe. And more Beif, that is all, you're all barely even targets for depressed rolling pigeons let alone a loose airplanes landing gear unit, but hey don't take my word for it, keep em coming, in case I run out of velcro or shoepolish.
on Slay the Dragon by Wulf
10 Jun 2003, 1:08 AM
I'd rather chase it, violence is overated like breast and tv. Whether metaphorical or not, but still better than the rest of the shit out her tonight.
on some deleted poem
10 Jun 2003, 1:42 AM
Tears are overated like cock and vulva and boobs and sports. Heroin and voodoo and hunting wild animals at strip clubs and murder and murder and murder and disco. And pregnant twenty year olds with popcorn. all in.
on some deleted poem
10 Jun 2003, 1:43 AM
Yes I am.
on Holiday In Hell by systemofadown
10 Jun 2003, 12:38 AM
My one comment would be... Well, it's just too ballerina. I went out and even purchased a bunny to pet, and watch me dance a pink tutu. I guess I was expecting the real Shavo, and not his little sister, excuse me while a jete.
on Holiday In Hell by systemofadown
10 Jun 2003, 12:39 AM
Oh, and peace out home skillet, word.
on evil dogs by w~* ATHENA *~w
10 Jun 2003, 12:46 AM
The end does a whistling Pete, but 'if' it's yours, it's not terribly bad. 7.
on emotional cliche by nolan
10 Jun 2003, 12:49 AM
You should laugh.
on some deleted poem
10 Jun 2003, 12:50 AM
Would you?
on some deleted poem
9 Jun 2003, 4:06 PM
You're as predictable as the morning paper.
on some deleted poem
12 Jun 2003, 12:40 PM
And I would even go back in If I were you, and remove 50% of your "of"s okay? ciao.