I'd give the poem an 8, but since I just read that you're a social worker I'm going to give you a 10. This is because, as a social worker, I know how bad it is.

And go home to your wife!!

you do know you can never go back??

That's quite a sad little song...played mostly in minor chords I'd bet..

Well, for starters, I would work on your spelling (although I think many of the ones here are simply typos).

dude, you should post a lot of this stuff into the blind forum!

I love this-you have read my mind. Good job.

I love the first two stanzas, something everyone can relate to.

I agree with Shin Shuu. This was well done, could probably be tweaked a bit, but well done.

Some parts of this were cliche, but its so true, isn't it funny how life works like that, and I know I could have written the same thing, so I can't fault you for that! Regardless, I love this, good job.

Well that attitue will get you no where! But I do sympathize. A bit whinny, but I am not one to judge! Not bad.

Do you mean for the title to be "Wanting TOO Much"? Some spelling errors, sorry to be nit picky. I think you can cut some stuff out, a bit repetitive, a standard poem on lost love, what makes this special or stand out? I think you could make this really good, you have plenty to work with. Nice start. Bob, can you read my poems when you are in the mood to give all 10's?!! :) Thanks!

I love this. The first two lines of the bridge maybe could use some work, but when put to music it probably wouldn't bother me. Regardless, I love it.

Wrong. -10-

This is your best work yet, in my opinion- it touches my soul, and I can relate to it. I'll be stickin this one in my favs. Blessed with ten.

This isn't terrible. However, if you ever try to do anything with it (such as, say, read it aloud or show it to people) you're going to run into trouble because of the whole Van Gogh thing. It's just a bad move, and it's hardly even an "art" allusion, since every redneck in America has at least a refrigerator magnet of Starry Night, if not a t-shirt of it. And what's more, you've essentially said "the night sky looks like a painting of the sky at night." Bravo. Van Gogh gets to do all the interpretive work, while you get off super-easy. If you're going to compare the sky to art, you might at least 1. compare it to some less universally-known work than Starry Night (even Monet's famous portrait of that nanny would work; it's at the Chicago Institute, I think, if you want to look it up,) or 2. some work of art that's not already a representation of the sky - something that requires the reader, and you, to actually make some symbolic leap - I don't know, Jackson Pollock or Duchamp's Fountain or something. Actually, Jackson Pollock would be just as annoying. You might be better off just comparing the night sky to piss splatter on your bathroom floor, like everyone else.

damn, that's long

This poem is the ugly face of attention deficiency.

A couple things with this poem bother me: 1: It's not really a lyric. 2: It has a rhyme scheme thats built with words that have similiar endings. You didn't pay attention to how the words actually sound like- for instance the first line ends with "alone", the second line ends with gone. Say those two words out loud, you'll notice that they sound nothing alike, therefore they don't rhyme. 3: It's extremely cliche, and unimaginative. I know this is a really "personal" piece, but that doesn't change the fact that its not well written, crippled, by your poor use of basic poetic mechanics. 4: The ending is absolutely HORRIBLE- sounds like the shit priests say to comfort a person at confession. In short, you didn't put any real effort into writing this in a creative, original fashion, or you simply lack the skill needed to craft a poem of decent quality. It's obvious that you have no experience with writing. My advice is that you read some real poetry and experience some real literary style. Come up with your own style and develop it- learn about basic technique and the proper use of poetic devices. In time you'll build up skill and start writing poetry thats worth reading. Blessed with zero.

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