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20 most recent comments by SupremeDreamer (81-100)

Re: it is my turn this season by daniella 31-May-08/1:33 PM
"and pluck the grapes for to drink my own cup
my own handful of cherry red sweet wine."

I suggest:

and pluck the grapes for my own cup
of red sweet wine."

Also check punctuation, capitalize the I's, etc. Aside from all that, not bad... Think the title could be better though.
Re: Taste Ghazni by eliastemplar 31-May-08/1:35 PM
incense.
regarding some deleted poem... 6-Jun-08/12:59 PM
Nothing, it just confirms that you're a hillbilly dolt with loose bow'ls.
Re: my love life by mystic enoch 6-Jun-08/1:28 PM
Stop whimpering and LIVE. Go manifest destiny motherfucker. Who knows, it might inspire you to write something other than this dribble.

Zero.
Re: You say goodbye by winniss 6-Jun-08/1:29 PM
What quotebook did you steal that from?
Zero.
regarding some deleted poem... 6-Jun-08/1:31 PM
Apparently no one shall, everyone knows what happened to Jesus when he did that.

Nine.
Re: The Testimonial to my life by Prince of Void 6-Jun-08/1:34 PM
Can you make all that interesting and cut the self-pity by 80%? If so, perhaps a decent poem coming out of this just might be possible.

Zero.
Re: Back to the boy in Cornelius Street by Caducus 9-Jul-08/10:08 PM
Indeed.
Re: Childhood Memories by Jessina 9-Jul-08/10:13 PM
Last lines:

How poignant this would be
if it didn't remind us of hallmark cards and
the sweet nothings; words combined that sound good--
and say nothing. Your poem plays hide and seek.
Hidden is the expression, while the reader seeks
the point of the poem.

How poignant this would be:

If you hadn't tried so hard to be poignant
and miserably failed.

---------------------------------------------------

No Vote. Though, in all honesty? This should get a zero.
Re: I know what I meant by Skamper 9-Jul-08/10:15 PM
Hrmm. I'll refrain from asking the awkward questions this poem brings to my mind.

Blessed with a seven.
Re: God the mother by Dental Panic 9-Jul-08/10:20 PM
The ashes are the heart of all spiritual vitamins. Though this piece has a somewhat befuddled nature? So is the mind of most minds. I likes it. The ending could be made into a seperate and more impactive poem in it's own right.

Blessed with an eight.
Re: Touching time by winniss 9-Jul-08/10:24 PM
Your topic is completely dissassociated from your poem. There is no relation. That aside? Your poem started horribly and ended in the mental gutter of Freuds cigar cellar. Pimple... night... light... if you don't have love, mofo, go get a motherfucking NIGHTLIGHT.

Zero.
Re: Touching time by winniss 9-Jul-08/10:26 PM
PS: This poem should have been titled:

"Touching myself artistically on crack and mexican viagra."
Re: My Village by Jessina 9-Jul-08/10:30 PM
AGAIN... What was the point to this imagery? dull and uncreative imagery, btw. What the fuck are you saying? Are you attempting to seduce us poets with cute juxtaposition of hallmark imagery resorted into stanza and rhyme?

I'm repulsed... please don't tell me you tried your best, even when I was pimpled and thirteen years old my crappy teen angst pennings had a point, an over-all message, no matter how worthless or dis-illusioned it was: IT WAS THERE... and for the most part discernable.

Zero.
Re: La Llamada del Cholo by Kamikaze 9-Jul-08/10:34 PM
LMAO. Oh god... yeah, Dora the explorer is certainly one shitty childrens show.. NOW.. if they made this into an dora episode... I just might have an interest.

Ten baby ten. Goddamn funny.
Re: We can all be free with our legs by daggatolar 9-Jul-08/10:40 PM
It is never pleasant for a prostitute to open her legs when she is not wearing panties and has forgotten to douche and annoint with scented oil the rotten twat she possesses.

While this poem was atleast mildy amusing? I was left wondering if you ever experienced having to rely on your legs to get from point a to point b... You certainly never got caught in the rain with a ripped tent and no deserted spot of dirt to rest your wearied body upon... You never beheld this "freedom" you speak about. This product? Is jismatic illusions sprouted from a weak imagination.

But... it atleast was amusing. Blessed with a four.
Re: Purple Reign of Blood by Kamikaze 9-Jul-08/10:47 PM
While some might say the rhymes are forced? It doesn't matter to me. I can't see how getting redundantly creative with the bunch/lunch rhyme would have improved this poem. It realistically expressed how a real rex would act, it beheld my hatred of barney like Jesus looking with disgust at his foreskin--

And most importantly: It made me laugh. Really hard. And you can't succesfully poke fun at Barney without imitating his classic pimple rhyming schemes... I love you, you love me.... *the sound of a single loaded shotgun and brains splattering on the wall*....

Barney?

.... fuuuckkk yoouu youuu...lil...retard..brats...blehhh.
Re: Falling Away by Holy Sinner 9-Jul-08/10:49 PM
Squatter love is like sex with a tetanus glove. Indeed. Hrmm... I'd say 7.5, but lets just round it to an eight.
Re: in this bus terminal of the future by nentwined 9-Jul-08/10:51 PM
This should have been labeled as the future manifestation of haiku in retro jetpack theme. Eight.
Re: A rock by nisim2 9-Jul-08/10:55 PM
You know what a rock is? really? No, not your sad attempt at philosophising:

A foundation for a great house.
A solid weapon of vengeance.
The character of my penis when Angelina Jolie visits me in my dreams.

A means to pass time by skipping it across bodies of water.

A primate tool to crack hard shells and thus add more protein to it's diet... ultimately leading to larger brain size and walking on two feet, meat consumption and ultimately....

Your shitty attempts at philosophizing. Zero.


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