I'm sure there are more accurate adjectives for a teenage boy's bedsheets, but 9 for you.

Nice flow.

Hmmm... Jessina, Here are a few things I would take note of.... avoiding the 'ing' form of the words, like beginning with Sighing. For eg. ... just a suggestion, She sighs profoundly and saunters Down the corridor of her chamber. Her movement was slow Like a weary itinerant. Lost in a world of sheeer gloom, She lounges restively on stairs so plume Quivers in hoary morn And clinches her ruddy coverlet. There seems to be a slight conflict in tenses.... for which you have to be careful about. But, nice choice of words.

Lately, thanks to Superbad, anytime I see the word "coming" I'm brought to that conversation in the bar with those silly cops and McLovin. Just wanted to share, and doesn't Poemranker remind you a little bit of show in tell back in elementary school?

Nice flow, the first line doesn't work for me though, same goes for the last stanza...

Less telling and more showing. I don't really see what this poem is trying to say...

This is good. Maybe shouldn't be #1. But it deserves a 10.

It's like reading a surreal painting.

Or maybe the mushrooms on my pizza went bad... or good, depending on what you look for in mushrooms.

Very nice stuff here.

I think the Internet has lost sight of what it's really all about, that being shit, aids, dwarfs, and homos.... but lucky for us, DA is here to remind us with the vigorous thrust of his poetic fingers, over and over again! Bravo! Anyways, nice job summing up this man of mystery in a Letterman-esque sort of way.

It conveys grief openly and unashamedly. The language changes from creative to the more basic but you place them well. Frank, honest and no bullshit poem, i respect that

No this one is good. And I hope I don't dissuade your writing with my (harsh?) comments, I'm no professional poem ranker or anything, I'm just here to have some fun. But with this one, while the imagery is good and it tells a story vividly the rhymes/words seem kind of forced and the style seems kind of dated. You should read a lot of new stuff, maybe you'll see. Of course, I'm not really one to talk about reading others poetry, I barely have time to read my own.

Whenever I see and hear a big-rig down-hilling with jake-brake screaming, I wonder if the driver still has ears, much less, whether he hears the wind a cooling fan makes. Maybe those things are super-sound-insulated, never been there. Tach and speed align at what? - 40mph, 4000rpm?

"She smiles like the coyness of world peace, before world war tomorrow." - love it. Slept takes = Sleep takes, I think. "Deep, like that of an addict" -> Deep like an addict - try that.

One of your best! Plain phrases, strong and clear, replace your sometimes otherworld wanderings.

too many words, too little said

a nice attempt at old-time charm. Some of the articles and pronouns can go I think, i.e. "Where he waltz with his amazing charm" = Where he waltzes with amazing charm. With treasured violin in hand Composing blissful ardent hymns

First 5 lines draw me in, then into what? You lose me in midstream, and at the end I wonder what I read.

work in progress, just felt like posting something since i havent in so long