Dovina
on A Song Of Waking by PsydewaysTears
3 Jun 2022, 12:33 PM
The birds, the birds, what finer form of life!
"the sweeping scythe of time"
"surrounded by the blanket of your hair"
Ironically, if I'm sad enough my clouds seem silver-lined. They, too, fall... clouds. They just don't matter as clouds, regardless of drop-rate, once they do.
"after withering to the floor, consider that you once stood."
It's a call to come back, I think. I like the middles and the edges, wanting her to see the "why," to keep sorting the middles.
U love cock jokes.
Very fucking erotic
Quite nice
conny lingers
on The Midget Angel On The Hideous Field Of Death by Edna Sweetlove
23 Jan 2023, 9:43 AM
Never say no to a gobble.
Your poetry smells like a lavatory's effluence
Silly old cow.
I love this as I am a BIG fan of anal.
Charmingly puerile.
You can't argue with it.
I love Cleveland steamers
trash - not worthy of a place in the bottom 20
trash
Childish shite
Agree with this
Long live Poemranker!
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