on Separation by Dovina
8 Feb 2005, 9:14 AM
Sorry, I don't get it. Most of the poem seemed as if the character is choosing among competing doctrine, then we find out she already has a fatherless son -- indicating she's already made a choice. Maybe I'm not steeped enough in christian sects to understand this.
on Nuculer Power by MacFrantic
8 Feb 2005, 9:19 AM
i like the double-meaning of "rings": "fusion rings" and "rings like".
on Ann & Dan & I by Goad
8 Feb 2005, 9:20 AM
hot
on Ann & Dan & I by Goad
8 Feb 2005, 9:20 AM
hot
on Ann & Dan & I by Goad
8 Feb 2005, 9:37 AM
hot
on some deleted poem
15 Mar 2005, 9:56 AM
Superb imagery.
on some deleted poem
15 Mar 2005, 9:56 AM
Superb imagery.
on some deleted poem
15 Mar 2005, 9:58 AM
There might be a pony in here somewhere, but mainly it's just shit. This concept holds promise:
then watch the eleven oâclock news.
Sometimes I imagine Iâm just
watching another Really Bad SNL,
then watch the eleven oâclock news.
Sometimes I imagine Iâm just
watching another Really Bad SNL,
on Delusions Of A Peaceful Place by Stacy Stewart
15 Mar 2005, 10:01 AM
"a victory lost to a bittersweet -- defeat."
I'm not sure what the victory would have been. As I read it, the poem is solely about defeat.
I'm not sure what the victory would have been. As I read it, the poem is solely about defeat.
on JJâs Church by Dovina
15 Mar 2005, 10:11 AM
What's this about? Since the elders are setting "tables," there must be quite a few of them (since the poem mentions 1 paritioner, 1 administrator, and 1 pastor). Is the poem about the otherizing -- everyone but you is an elder/pastor/administrator? Like your other religious-themed poetry, I'm afraid the meaning is lost on me.
on Make Music in Your Heart by Dovina
29 Mar 2005, 8:49 PM
Easily the best poem of yours that I've read. Perhaps I'll visit your archives....
on Against the Gorgon by thepinkbunnyofdoom
29 Mar 2005, 8:52 PM
I don't get it. If it's an accidental suicide, then why is one person on the floor and the other clutching his/her chest? Is it a murder-suicide? A double suicide? Or does the chest-clutching mean something other than death?
on "Lovers or Friends" by jroday
29 Mar 2005, 8:57 PM
IMHO, the "friends and lovers" theme has been done to death. This undermines an otherwise decent poem.
on For those of you by sk8rs_rule_all
29 Mar 2005, 9:01 PM
This would be twice as good if it were half as long. There's not _that_ much here.
on Memories of a Suicidal Sophomore by CemeteryBuffsOnline
29 Mar 2005, 9:06 PM
Wouldn't it suck if Janice committed suicide? lol
This is a strong sentiment, if not exactly a poem. Try to avoid cliches, i.e. "Janice is my rock, my hope, my strength, my life." The narrator seems to struggle with individualism, so it hurts when she chooses such common, trite phrasing.
This is a strong sentiment, if not exactly a poem. Try to avoid cliches, i.e. "Janice is my rock, my hope, my strength, my life." The narrator seems to struggle with individualism, so it hurts when she chooses such common, trite phrasing.
on some deleted poem
29 Mar 2005, 9:12 PM
Interesting story, hardly a poem.
on some deleted poem
21 Aug 2005, 6:14 PM
How much better was poemranker when this junk was gone. Same drivel, same forced language. Anyone wanna place bets how long before she screws this guy and claims he raped her? Her last two false accusations were in August, so that's the smart money this year too. (Happy anniversary - did daddy do you in August? remember when he came from behind?)
When will this awkward girl learn, if you don't break patterns you're doomed to repeat them. How many more lives will she destroy? How many more times will she post this same poem on poemranker.
Cutting is the only thing that makes her happy. Feel the blade, feel the blood dripping and making you feel real. Go deep, go deeper. Keep cutting until the pain goes away, then cut some more. Feel the blood leave your body, let your troubled soul float to God. There's no other way out for you, it's God's plan for you. Cut and be with God.
When will this awkward girl learn, if you don't break patterns you're doomed to repeat them. How many more lives will she destroy? How many more times will she post this same poem on poemranker.
Cutting is the only thing that makes her happy. Feel the blade, feel the blood dripping and making you feel real. Go deep, go deeper. Keep cutting until the pain goes away, then cut some more. Feel the blood leave your body, let your troubled soul float to God. There's no other way out for you, it's God's plan for you. Cut and be with God.