A total piece of GARBAGE poem? Comments/snickers?

Trash Day by Koye Lott You can toss this one to the curb cause it reeks It talks more trash than two birds with four beaks It doesn’t mind if you misfire it heat seeks Its like a cheerleader wearing a skirt with no pleats Don’t stick this in produce it likes meat Don’t try [...]

do you like that poem?? It’s my favorite :D please read it all !!?

A spring evening. A large room in an old house. A woman of a certain age, dressed in black, is speaking to a young man. They have not turned on the lights. Through both windows the moonlight shines relentlessly. I forgot to mention that the Woman in Black has published two or three interesting volume [...]

What do you think of this poem written in Robert Frost’s style.?

I once played in halcyon fields where the purple heather grew, where the roe and hare were common, where serephic birds flew. I remember the sunshine on my face and gentle zephyrs wandered, long I laid on emerald grass, my childish dreams I pondered. O, I long for yesteryears when I ran so bright and [...]

Do you like my poem? I perfer honesty please?

The darkness is agonizing. The silence is demeaning. And I feel vultures eyes. Looking at me leering. The gasps and moans of the wind, Is the only thing I’m hearing. My footsteps grow quicker now, Walking along the concrete paths. Yet I still feel something following me. Watching me with anger. Glancing with envy. And [...]

Poem: Pigeons by Lilian Moore?

Pigeons are city folk content to live with concrete and cement. They seldom spy the sky. A pigeon never sings of dell and flowering hedge, but busily commutes from sidewalk to his ledge. Oh pigeon, what a waste of wings! 1. The poet compares pigeons to city folk. In what way are people living in [...]

Re-posting a poem that got 1 response. Is it really that bad?

As I listen to the inconsistent chirping cry of birds; for they now retreat. I feel the wind’s swirling shift as ancient trees creak beneath heavy weighted sorrows. With dew drop’s kiss on dotted pensive brow I taste these yielding words… heard much too late. For nature now, she shyly speaks with cautious earthen tone; [...]

Do you like this poem of mine?

The darkness is agonizing. The silence is demeaning. And I feel vultures eyes. Looking at me leering. The gasps and moans of the wind, Is the only thing I’m hearing. My footsteps grow quicker now, Walking along the concrete paths. Yet I still feel something following me. Watching me with anger. Glancing with envy. And [...]

Does anyone like my poem?

Gus dragged his head away from his desk And looked around the room and became wary That all these gray people would rot in there cubes And were afraid to be extraordinary He studied the flower he kept on his desk And realised something was amiss Its beauty as was fading and its leafs were [...]

Is this a good lyric poem and how could i end it?

i have to write a bunch of different poems for my english class and i’m not sure what kind of poem this is. i think it’s a lyric poem, but anyways i also can’t think of how to end it so pleasee help!! Summer Vacation Beach waves hitting the smooth hot sand While I sit [...]

what do you think of this poem?

i wrote it when i was twelve in the summer i found it in my attic the other day… Wind in my hair, up and down hills, pedaling faster and faster, Friends by my side, one until five, As we brisk the day away, The sweet scent of smoke, from a street barbeque comes at [...]

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