Poetry is an art Its near and dear to my heart Its the flicker of a spark that illuminates my dark! Its a vanishing hope... but it never diminishes Even when Im all alone I can cope, through sentences! When Ive had a hard day I put the bars to the page. I escape all the scars and pain and evade barrages of blame! I guess Im trying to say This whole idea is cathartic move your pen & get it started hell, anyone can be an artist!
I really enjoyed this. It had nice flow, but I did get stuck on the inconsistent rhyme scheme. My favorite parts were "even when I'm alone I can cope, through sentences" And "I escape all the scars and pain and evade barrages of blame" Nicely done.
There once was a man from Nantucket, Whose **** was so long he could suck it, He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin, If my ear was a **** I would **** it!
Dear ridiculous creature, No. I didn't break any of the TOU and while it's more of a limerick than a poem, I happen to like it. There are many different versions and it's a classic although the author is unknown.
Dear False King, Self censoring is against ToU. Narwhals are very majestic creatures, never insult them.
My Last Mile So much pain,sorrow,and despair yet I find I've not sanctuary anywhere no where to go no where to hide not even anyone in whom to confide nobody in the world to care that I have to much pain to bare The only thing I feel is shame But I've no one to blame So much Love I have to share but no one that seems to care You won't see me with a smile As I journey my last mile but I hope u have a smile on your face Once you have ran your last race I'm doing myself in and you won't see me again I have no one to hug Just a gentle little tug A tug on my trigger And I shall not remember ~Mike~ Ive spent lots of time in nursing homes visiting folks that are so lonely.it is truly a delight to see their faces light up when someone walks into the room.I sit down with a book.I talk to them and ask open ended questions to get them to open up.then I read some out of a book to them,and it really seems to put them at ease and make them happy.I ask that each of you that reads this,to please spend time with those that are lonely and show them that someone cares.some are in a tremendous amount of pain as well.Like this one girl I knew with MS.I knew her before she got it and watched it ravage her body and eventually cripple her until she couldn't move or even talk but as I walked by you could see her moving her eyes.I would sit down and read her poetry and novels.my point here is let's not be so selfish y'all. think about someone else's problems too...at least once a day.
My Lonely Banana Oh yeah baby suck my banana can ya can ya can ya? o yeah baby..don't stop just suck it till it pops n swallow every last drop! ~mike~
Grammatical errors everywhere, and a lot of lines are too wordy. Try taking out any unneeded words. "yet I find I've not sanctuary anywhere" Maybe instead try "I can't find my sanctuary anywhere" Little fixes like that. It makes it smoother to read and less intimidating to the eye.
True Love Why can't I find a Love that's true? Why do I always have to be so blue? Why can't I find someone That's true to my Heart? Instead of Breaking it Apart... They come to me in my loneliest hour, only to discover, it's a love gone sour like the sands in an Hour Glass It's time to fill my glass I'll fill my glass full of Beer and let out a great big Cheer for I'll not be sad but I'll be glad Happy about what tommorow may bring I think I will shout out and sing! ~Mike~
Too many letters, try something like: "Whi can't I fin a Luv dat tru? Whi do I alway haz 2 b so bloo? Whi can't I fin sumeone That's true to my Heart? Instid of Bricking iz Aprt... Dey come 2 me in me loneliest tiem, onli 2 dizco, tis luv gone soor liek da sand in d Hour Glass Tis tiem 2 fill mi glass I'll fill mi glass full o' Bevs an let oot a grate Chir for me ni b sad but me b glad Happy wut not yesterday bring me thinks me will shoot oot an sing! Makes it easier to read IMO.