You're there
Somewhere
Maybe close, or far
Still waiting for you
To find me wherever I
Are
You'll know that I'm me
From the bells in your brain
And how you no longer
Feel any pain
I'll recognize you
Too
Boo

It's not that I don't have a response
It's that my brain couldn't settle upon one wise-*** retort
And I had enough time to realize I was in ******* mode
The mature, adult in me
Is gonna let it slide

I read your poem
And thought
"Wow, impressive for a teenager"
Then I saw you were sixty two

Pretty much says it all

You ever notice how talent never brags,  and almost always spreads itself as far as it can.  
Talent has a way of rubbing off on people.

I'm sorry your fragile ego can't handle the obvious

If you were to ask him
He would claim it was me
Who broke his heart
And he'd really believe it
To be true

That white flag has been sitting in that case
Since I been born
And it will still be there
When I die

I once knew a boy who kicked the ladder out from under himself, just before he stepped into the roof.  
I can't tell if he was cocky or clumsy
Probably a little of both

Trying hard to be mysterious
Makes one easy to know
Insisting we all stay
Only makes us want to go
You lock us in the car
And turn off the radio

I wrote you fifty poems, and somehow you let the one I wrote about him break your heart.

I can't tell if you're whiney
Or *****
You seem real confused
You flirt so suggestive
And brazenly, too
And when it's all over
You claim he used you
And he's gifted a guilt trip
Because you broke your rules

You're trying so hard to be disagreeable, it is coming across as paynoattentionable.  
Disagreement is healthy in reasonable doses
But apparently it can become addictive
I think it's because you value debate
And so do I
But debating over whether the ants on the sidewalk are carrying crumbs of bread or cake is futile and a snoozefest
But I gotta say
I like you so much better then the other one
Who immediately blocks at any sign of debate
And I'd much rather invite you to the party, than I would the different other one, who only always agrees.  
So, I suppose this is all *******,
And I really hope you'll stay exactly as you are

I wish I could relate to your pain
And grateful I do not bear it
Your sadness is your ball and chain
And I cannot fathom that you do not have the key
Maybe you just can't find it
But I think you have it somewhere

I always score so much better on Words With Friends when I'm ******
I don't know what to do with that

Spending an afternoon with you
Feels like drinking a gallon of
Maple Syrup
In one sitting

Maybe one day you will see this
And probably know it's for you
Of all the loves I've ever known
You were my most true

Just talk about how amazingly awesome poets are.  
Your poem will be loved wide and far

I would love your attitude
If I thought it was true
I've never known someone
Faker than you
But each has their own
And your mask is your pride
You think it's invisible
Yet behind it, you hide

I miss you every day
And you hurt my soul
But I'm way to stubborn
To let a little **** like you
Being me down
Or back around

You're a poem
Waiting in my head
Just as soon as I
Can figure out a rhyme
For muthafuckshitdangassbumcunt

When your favorite poet shares a poem, and you're like....
Huh?
This is not you.
(Maybe it's the accidental finger spasm)

Oops

Good people probably wish they were bad sometimes

Being that I am a female
I am used to being put upon uncomfortably by my own body
Need I go any further than *******
Although I could
Society, however
Is my ***

I can tell you can't get enough of me
Such sincere and sweet flattery
I wish so bad you did it for me
But I think of you in only friendly
I did nothing wrong, but feel so sorry
Please hurry up and get over me

You may take it however you do
But calling someone on their ******* is a form of affection
It's much easier to tease the village idiot behind his back
Than teach him different

I really, really, really need to
Find a **** guy
It can be poetic
Or maybe just a sigh
And that's the situation
For now

You annoy the **** out of me
I think it's just the chemistry
I try to not bristle at the sound of your voice
But, ugh! It's the most irritating noise
And the things you say, your slant on life
All you ever do is gripe
I wish you the best, and hope you're happy
But please, oh please, stay away from me

What's the point of ***** hair
It seems to make no sense
Unless you wanted to give us a thing
To hold onto our sweaty scents
And now that I mention it
Armpit hair, too
What's the deal, dear Sir?
I think that we could do without
All this inconvenient fur

This buggar stuck to my finger
No matter how much I rub and flick
The **** thing won't come loose
It's surely making me sick
I tried to give it time to dry
But it's wet as wet can be
No matter how hard I try
This thing is so **** gooey
I can't put it back in my head
And surely not in my mouth
I guess I have no choice
But wipe it under the couch

Aaah
Thank goodness, my warm bed
Comfy place to lay my head
Crawl inside
Snuggle up
Work is done
Finally free
Ugh, now I've got to get up to ***

Silence can say more than too many words.
It's not what you said
It's what people heard
When you speak through silence
You're not misunderstood
But there will always be someone
Who finds volume good

Better to be a **** up, than a stuck up.

I don't regret you
But I wish I could forget you

Is there really anything more boring than perfect?

Those with bad karma
Always curse their luck

Jesus would be mad at us
For revering him a God
He didn't start with "my Father,"
He said, "our Father"
His followers have lost their way
And he would be the first to say

Oh jeez
Please
Who do you think you're foolin'
Pullin' an overt dualin'  
One day, say one
Day, two, say two
Even you, don't know what you're up to

We are so funny.  Jesus was born in a "manger."  Who in the halibut says "manger."  
Jesus was born in a barn.

I can't understand why I still think of you
You're such a ****, for real; through and through
But you also paid me my best compliment
And you always said just what you meant
I suppose one day, I won't think of you
But I hope I find one who can do like you do

I know you wish you didn't say it
You know I wish that, too
But Time is a relentless
Warrior
He'll never turn back for you

One of the most painful experiences a woman can endure is to love a man who doesn't deserve her

He wasn't the most handsome man in the world
Or the richest
But when I'd put Nana' s lipstick on
And kiss the top of his bald head before he went to work
He would come home after a long day
Still wearing those kisses

The delusions of humanity
All the turns and twists
As we sit here aghast and shocked
The casting couch exists

I know I made you
Happier
Than you've ever been
Unfortunately
For both of us
You played at love to win
The thought that you can win at love
Surely is a lie
The best you can hope for
Is to bring it to a tie

Not another Christmas poem
Oh, excuse me...am I still allowed to say Christmas?
Let's begin again
Not another holiday poem
Filled with candy canes and trees
Instead, i want to hear the tradition of families
What makes Christmas (holdays?)  different
We all know what's the same
Please give us your Christmas (holidays)
By any other name

I am sorry
Was I not supportive enough
In your desperate attempt
To gain attention
Via shockwaves attached to a tearjerker

Do not blame someone for falling out of love with you when you have behaved unlovably

If you prop yourself up by bringing others down, you have built your house upon a sinkhole.