I shared the last poem so you can see the creep in the comments. (If he hadn't deleted them by now)

Please, I beg
Do not make me your everything
Do not love me
More than you love you

Everyone else's *** *** stinks
But mine, it smells just fine
Though I've never put my nose
Near a *** *** that is mine
It makes no difference, either way
I wash it at least once a day

It's not a poem about suicide
It's a cry for help
But help doesn't come with instructions
So we're all sitting here
Trying to figure
...
Just trying to figure
How to be helpful
Helplessly

I like to keep my poems quite short
That's the thing about me
It's not that I don't like to write
I just have ADD

It's odd how we imagine
Winged-humans with
human arms

You ever notice how some of these "feminist" male apologists are more condescending in their apologies, than the men they are apologizing for?

The truth is the least popular entity in the room
And everyone seems to prefer to crowd around the *******
Peeeeeeeyyooouuuuuu!
But that's what we do

Sometimes I think I'm a trendsetter
And sometimes I think I'm a
Bigheaded snot

Dude
You can't be serious
With the
Romeo
Love poem shtick
You got going on
You trying so hard to attract
*****
Well
Let's just say
***** finds that very
Unattractive
Just be kind
Preferably smart
And definitely thoughtful
Girls don't want Romeo
We would prefer Bob the Builder

Saying something
With nothing to say
Is saying
Less than nothing

Guilty as charged

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

I have seen people obsessed with God
This is the last acceptable obsession

Ladies and girls
The secret that will save you heartbreak
Here it comes....
Never, ever, ever
Tell someone you love them
Until you feel comfortable
Farting in their presence

If you dont want me to comment on your poems, say that, right under the **** comment.  ****, put me right in my place.  Don't send me some private message telling me to stop commenting on your poems.  Id rather you just block me, then I don't even have to see your poems that you think I'm going to restrain from having an opinion on.  I'm not gonna restrain my opinion.  Just block me.
(Secretive is always so **** high maintenance. )

I see we've finished, though barely started yet
Apparently your motto is
Keep it short and sweat

Probably

Must be reciprocal
Or else
It's called
.....
(Suggestions anyone?)

When people say "go **** yourself"
I don't think they intend good
From now on my reply will be
"******, I wish I could!"

O\

He turned our conversation into poetry for me.  
Wrote me back my words
So beautifully
I wondered if that's how he saw me
He gives me too much credit

Ya know
If she lived 2000 years ago
We'd probably have a "Miss Cleo"
Chapter in the Bible
I can't tell if that's hilarious
Or too sad to think about

Everyone is mean to me
I heard her oft complain
Everyone always causes me
Nothing but hurt and pain
Everyone just hurts me
That's what people do
I didn't know how to tell her
If it's everyone, it's you

I read your heartfelt
Letter
Explaining how you had learned
So much
Which would have meant Something
If you weren't still
So ignorant
I think the first lesson
You need to learn
Is that it is important
To want to be a good person

I think I might be a ****.  
I wish we had a clubhouse.

He loved her
Until around the time I appeared
On the scene
The timing is unfortunate
But I'm pretending to
Ignore anything in between

I was raised Catholic
But Easter
Belongs to
Mother Nature
It is a holiday
Hijacked by men
Who refused to accept
A female worthy of
Worship
And holiday

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

Ugh, that crazy boy
It could never last
I noticed he got an *******
Watching a show about big-mouthed bass

There is an American newspaper
Which pulled an obituary
Written by children
Of a horrible mother
Saying she was a horrible mother
Apparently the press
Is not a proponent
Of
Freedom of the press

I guess there are a couple of people on this site
Complaining they are being stalked by another member
All I can think of is
Where the hell is my stalker?!
Am I not stalk-worthy?
The status symbol of a stalker
Eludes me
Maybe I should make one up
I'll bet half of them are fictitious, anyways

I wish you knew you could
Find me
But I know you wish you could

I've got a huge crush on you
Though I'd never tell you so
I keep it a secret
But I'm pretty sure you know
No surprise it's called a "crush"
Heart so tight, that **** rush
Floating, flying, laced with glee
Boy, the things you do to me
The emotional extremes!
I will see you in my dreams

You used some entirely too obscure words in your poem
Except
I wasn't compelled enough to look them up

Sometimes,
I believe
It's easier to admit you think you're terrible
Than it is to admit you think
You're great

"It came through me
Not from me"

When we see you
With your *****
Whip
Cracking on the crack
As if that's all they lack
And all you have to give
That
Man will never live
On *****,
Alone
Neither can you

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

Please, please, please
Give a like to me
I know that this is shameless
But I want it desperately
I might not have the talent
But I may have the charm
Just hit that thumbs up button
After all, what is the harm?
It takes very little effort
And will cost you not one thing
Just think of all the happiness
Your like is gonna bring
Please, please, please
Give a like to me

I'm looking all through
Now I'm asking you
How can there not be
A face-Palm emoji?

Please do not tell me what I cannot tell you
My voice is my own, your opinions can *****
I suppose you think I'm rude
But I could say the same to you
I'm not the one tryna go around
Telling people what to do

I am a racist
I must admit
I honestly beleive black people
Are better
Than white people
They are kinder
To each other
And everyone else
I am a racist
I am a white person with
A black family
And a white family
And I can heartily testify
Black people
In my experience
Are superior
I love my entire family
Black and white
I'm simply calling it how I
See it

My son, Skye, and I were discussing about how he sometimes says things without thinking. (He's 18, a product of his age)
He says to me, "mum, it's just that I speak less than I talk."

Listen, Mr. Poopie Face
Wearing all that pout
I'm not sure how it happened
But you let the Grumpies out
We've got a long, long day ahead
No time for all this crap
But one thing I know for sure
Nana needs a nap

When a person commits suicide
They should examine their teeth
A toothache has the power to make someone feel suicidal

That boy
He drives me nuts
He's the cloud of gnats who get stuck in my ear
He's the patch of ice that sent me down on my rear
He's the kid in third grade
Who pulled my pigtail
He's the buggar the postman left
On my mail
He's stuck to me, now
All slimy and goo
I wonder if he's thinking of me too

Please, baby
Please baby
Craft it for me
Set me free
For eternity
In your poetry
Attention *****
That's me

I am the unluckiest
Blessed
Human being you will ever meet

When someone has showed up unarmed
For a battle of wits
Except they don't know it
And you could tell them
But, if you tried
They'd think it was a
Psych out tactic
But they're persistent little buggers
Who honestly think they're winning
And you're having a hard time
Swallowing enough pride
To let them have the last word
Which means,
They probably are winning

This is less a poem
And more an observation
But
Whoever decided to call it a "******"
Deserves a standing ovation