Once a proud land of
of purist words
and poetry .
Now has become the land
where the trolls roam free .
They have caused
the Unicorns tears to flow .
Now they will die within the hour
didn't you know .

this one hates that one, and that one hates this one
not as much poets, more like trifling fools
it's all about the *** your kissing
didn't you take time to read the rules?

I'm not a poet; only a poetfreak.
I know I won't be put in books
Or go down as a great like Poe.

But I don't care, because I don't need to impress
I only care about making an impact to you.
Yes, you! The one reading what I type.
You're all that matters to me when I write.
I don't refine my poems, I leave them raw
Which means I'm not great at all
Unless you like sushi or steak tartar

This is not a poem, in sorry for that. I just wish to ask if anyone that is still on poetfreak, what has happened with it being closed as of today? Poems can be saved but it seems it's life has been taken early.

He lies flat on the rooftop
looking at the stars.

Useless worlds birthing and dying
he muses
the colossal magnificence of waste

if atrophy is the verdict
why create a complex web of universe
just because someone from an island
would stare at them
in awe of the beauty
seeking a key to the riddle
himself a grain of dust
lost in reading the firmament
and not grasping
of what significance
he is
within his shrinking space and time
in an expanding universe.