It wasn't that your poem was too long
....
Yes
Yes
It was really too long
And repetitive
But hey, I am just an amateur
So keep up with the epics
And ignore the skeptics

He wants me,
He wants me bad
But he don't have a problem letting me know
He's likely to want the next girl
Without wanting me any less
I'm gonna let him have me
Well, like 22%
Anyways

Ahh
Another poem about the moon
Don't worry
It will be out of fashion soon

It is painful to break someone's heart
It does not feel good to hurt a Person so deeply
As to break their heart
In most cases
Guilt trips are
Unnecessary

It could happen so
That one day
The word "******"
Would be taken as a compliment
I would like to see that day

Always grateful
"Thanks for hurting my feelings,"
"Thanks for not listening
Thanks for letting me down"
Um...
" You're welcome, and thanks for blowing my good mood."

I don't want to step on anyone's toes, here
But please stop trying to tell me you know what happens after we die
More importantly
It doesn't matter
What happens
After we die

I'm pretty sure I made him laugh at himself.  
I love when that happens

Growth
(I suppose)
I refrained
Willfully
From commenting
"Your poem bummed me out
And taught me nothing."

Nobody can fix you
It's an impossible task
It is way too much
For you to even ask
Nobody can break you
Unless you've been bent
And you hand the hammer
And make the first dent
Nobody can love you
If you hate yourself
Then you can't expect
Any lover to help

When you love someone
Their voice sounds like a Beatles concert
Put on just for you

Oh Crimeny Jickets
I know there are times
When I sound as ridiculous
As that poem I just read
By that other poet

When I do
Please call me on it!

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

I wonder if a "daily aasignment"
Would be popular
Like, each day,
New subject
We might get a lot of
Interesting poetry
And feed creativity

****** spell check
Policing my moral thought
I cannot comment "****,"
Without spell check insisting it must be "shot"
Sometimes I'd like to say ****
When I don't mean duck
Spell check should be aware
Some people like to swear

She makes tie dyed shirts
And wears Birkenstocks...
Well....you know the rest

Each one of us could use a change
Though most would never say
When it comes to happiness
Our pride gets in the way
We wave and nod, and smile and pose
Pretending all's ok
And if we live our lives just right
It will come to us someday
But what if someday never comes?
At what point do we say
"I think it's time for me to stop
Getting in my own way"

That guy who said, "parting is such sweet sorrow,"
Should have consulted a dictionary.

If you ever saw this
You'd know it was for you
You rocked my world
I look for your face
When I know you're not there
I find others attractive
When they remind me of you
I miss your wise-*** attitude
I miss your beautiful brain
I miss how special you made me feel
You sincerely thought
I was a gift to the world
I think you might be
Irreplaceable to me

We always say
"May s/he rest in peace"
S/he is resting in peace
All rest is peace
We should say
"May you survive in peace"

I've got a monster under my bed
He tells me his name is Regret
The monster in my closet
Calls himself Jealousy
The monster behind my mirror
Well, I suppose that's just me.

What did you get from that,
I wonder
When I can see you got something

When
You
Format
Your
Poem
Like
This
It
Makes
It
A
Pain
In
The
***
To
Read
And
It
Takes
Away
From
Your
Genius.
It
Would
Be
Like
Making
The
Stat­ue
Of
David
Six
Hundred
Feet
Tall
Just
Because

That miracle daily two-minute cure
You suggested
Would probably work fine
For anyone who has
A daily two minute
Problem
(That **** only works with dental floss)

His name is Jonny Dickumb.
He might have trouble finding a wife

It's ALWAYS
There
Even if it appears to be not
It always is
You can't have an upside
Without a downside
Or even an
In the middle
There is even a
Downside
To the downside

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

You keep saying you want that boy to change
And maybe, just for you
But how could you expect him to love
Someone who can't accept him for who he is
Would You?

I commented on your poem
You changed your poem
(Sellout!)
And left my comment sitting there
All schizophrenicly inclined
And uselessly out of the blue

Bragging is only effective
If someone else is doing it for you

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

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

The problem is, too many people start off too many sentences without saying, "I believe."  Bunch of people acting like they don't know the difference between opinion and fact.  
Now watcha think of  that

I tried to write a poem
About the way that music moves me
But I couldn't find one thing to rhyme with "blissful jungle boogie"

There's a Tennessee kid
Who knows he has my heart
He just knows it
And he's so right
But he's so wrong,
Too

Someone called the cops on Santa
They caught him red-mitten handed
The suspicious property owners
Called as soon as his sleigh landed
They chose not to press charges
So they wouldn't ruin Christmas
I'm pretty sure that next year
They'll be on the "naughty" list

Girly mustaches are never much fun
They're a blight to everyone
Whatever you're packing between your legs
A girly mustach puts you in the dregs

Those with bad karma
Always curse their luck

I still think about you
How we could talk for hours
Without running out of things to talk about
How you are the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen
How the sound of your voice was music
You are so clever
And sweet
But then
At times
You were stupid
And mean
I could have stuck with stupid
But mean gets left on the curb

On this Thanksgiving, it's not about the delicious dishes
For me, it's all about those tender little-kid kisses

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

I'm your upstairs neighbor
You know, the tap dancer wearing clogs
I just came down to apologize
For my pack of huge-pooping dogs
I've tried and tried to train them
To use their doggie pottie
But no matter what I do
They just won't listen to me

Today is a day
For family and fun
I can't wait
To see everyone
Not only because I miss them
But also because
I like a little humor
With my poetry
And if you knew my family
That's everything I see
So expect a bunch of writes
From me

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.

It is a tragedy that being tragic
Has become so fashionable

I can tell you like
Everything about me
By the way you tease and taunt
Who would have though the one under your skin
Is the only one you want

Last time you saw me
I was so sick
So skinny
Near-death ill
Man
Would I love to see your
Expression
When you saw me now

The first lady
Wears a jacket
That is wrinkled
And looks like she bought it
At a garage sale
And people are concentrating
On the graffiti
Telling us
What we already knew

I am stingy with my "likes"
I can't just give them away
What if I might need them
For some far-off rainy day?
I need someone to earn them
With spectacularity
But I won't protest one bit
If you give a like to me

He's not the guy who knows what women want
He's the guy who says what he thinks women want to hear
Without taking the time
To get to know any women