I don't know the secret to having poems trend
There are some poems I feel certain that they will trend and they do not
I have read many excellent poems that did not trend, the list seems unending
I still feel that they are worthwhile ,especially when they caused a laugh or a smile or even a  tear when I really need a good cry
If the poems effect me or others I feel they are successful no matter whether they are trending or not
I feel bad for fellow poets if they get discouraged if their poems don't trend, the heart is such a fragile thing to mend, especially if discouragement sets in causing them to question their talents or ability.
My advice would be just write, if it trends great; if not keep writing don't give up
If you are writing to an Audience of one or 500 just get your feelings out you many be surprised by the results someday, you poems may really touch peoples lives that can relate to them.
Whether the poems trend or not Keep Writing!

**** (me) you

Im sorry that i keep writing you into poetry like you weren't already impossible enough. Love shouldn't feel like walking on glass. Arrange all my pieces into a stained glass window. I want you to fall in love with my colors. Go ahead hang me up with the same pictures your mother loved, I'm looking for home. Im sorry that i thought i found it in your eyes but i have a habit of falling asleep there every night. Next time i will reserve 3am for sleeping. if your heart feels like an inn, i suggest you buy a smaller house. Its all uphill from here. This attic doesn't carry bits of you in its closets. Im learning how to close doors. My lungs have become dusty from not saying your name. At night i breathe in constellations and share secrets between the sheets in my own mind so these days your name rarely gets caught in my mouth. Heres to finally letting go and seeing the sunlight. This is the first day i haven't woken up and checked my skin for your presence. People like you get caught in veins. Im sticking you to poetry, Im hoping one day, this is the only place you'll stay.

I was eager to see you
Because I knew my heart needed it
I knew my mind demanded one more conversation with you
And I knew my body demanded one more touch from you
But I was also afraid to see you
Because I was afraid to get hooked
And I did..

I try to keep my breathe steady
The gun is in my hand, I'm ready
If you knew
All the things you say, what they do
It's quite hard to believe,
But I'm a person too....
If I cut myself, would you stare?
Or do I have to be dead before you even care?
If you heard my silence, would you finally hear me?
Would you finally see the way you terrorise me?
All the scars show my tears.
But your name brings back all my fears
All the memories of tests and drugs.
All the emotionless hugs.
All the good times that we once shared.
All this time I thought you cared.
All the tears we shed together
You always said we'd be friends forever
All the ways you betrayed me.
Just for the sake of "popularity"
If you really knew all the things I do to hide the pain
I think your words would change
When you say that the world would be better off without me, do you mean you too?
Or is that just what people do?
Would you miss me or do you really just want to never have me to see?
I'm done pretending to not feel alone.
Let me throw you a bone.
I'm broken, bent, scarred.
Nicknamed ugly, stupid, lard.
I needed a friend.
But you left me in the end.
And if you're seriously dumb enough to think I deserve this..
Here's a little common sense
As much as you deny it,
We're the same...
And I'm not to blame.
I'm human too.
I have talents and beauties and stars
I have bruises, edges, and scars.
I have family and feelings.. And friends out there somewhere!
And last of all,
My world does NOT revolve around you.
You haven't won this battle