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Pagan Paul  May 2019
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Pagan Paul May 2019
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A vintage year.

Especially July.

It was the last time

one of my poems trended.


PPx
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Just a piece of idiocy :)
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Dark n Beautiful Sep 2018
A little nod to
Joseph Seamon Cotter, Jr.

As I lie in bed,
Flat on my back;
There passes across my ceiling
Last year’s thoughts and flashing lights of passing cars*

Three hundred and sixty days of things: clusters:
Horrifying stories of battered women and abuse children
Sickening parents with mental issues trended across the globe:
And a new seasons of Law-in order special Victim’s unit on Netflix
Teenagers and adult on a summer cruise: party hard:

Sunday church goers grasping the holy bible so tight to their *****
like a stick of dynamite golden heirloom
Girls under twenty in their fashion nova curves club outfits

Leaving nothing to the imaginations: the old men will live longer:
According to National Statistics estimates: without their pacemakers

As I lie in bed,
Flat on my back;
There passes across my ceiling,
Last year’s thoughts and flashing days of
Mishaps and misery on my job
As this coming year draws nearer, I pray
That I will find a way
Out of this path I have chosen.
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
SweetPea!

she put my poem
"The Rain Unseen"
(which was posted a long time ago)
on a few of the
collection sites

she went back into my
archives to find it!
it happens to be one
of my favorite poems!

there are many people who
do this. SweetPea just
gave me an inspiration

what if we did this:

rather than ♥ing a
recent poem
go back into a poet's
ARCHIVE
and look for a worthy
buried treasure?
(a good poem which never trended)

like, and
REPOST
and put on the
appropriate collections

I had a wonderful response
because a lovely poet
reposted a write I'm
very proud of

Thanks to all who
have done this for me
in the past also

*YOU ARE ALL WONDERFUL!
Put your entry under the "word"
sschallenge
I will be checking out what
you repost and reposting also!

---
Amethyst Fyre May 2016
Objective:
Mostly for fun, partly for curiosity, a little bit to learn how my writing works

Procedure:
1) Count up all likes and divide by number of poems
2) List all poems above this average in order of most to least likes
3) Compare and contrast structure, tone, central idea, likes and trends
4) Take amount of likes, divide by number of views and multiply by 100 for success ratings
5) Compare and contrast favorites based on success ratings, likes ratings and your own personal opinion

Analysis:
1) 35 poems, 5 trended (1 out of 7)
2) Average amount of likes: 4.2
3) 9 above average (5 and up)
4) Of 9, I only really like half of them
5) Out of Top 5 Most Liked, 1st-4th trended
6) 7 out of 9 had an “I” or “you” narration
7) 5 out of 9 had a central image or a frame
8) Most Successful Poem: “Not Meant For This” (9.4% viewers liked)
9) My Top 3 Favorites:  1.“The Ghost Girls”  2.“Not Meant for This”  3.“The Jury v The Girl Who Sees”
10) Likes Top 3:  1.“Chasing Curriculum”  2.“Alphabet Addiction”  3.”The Ghost Girls”
11) Success Top 3:  1.“Not Meant For This”  2. “Procrastinate”  3. “Why We, Overthought”

Conclusion:
1) I center a lot of my poems around a powerful image or emotion and a personal narrator
2) Trends increase number of likes and views, but don’t affect the like to view ratio
3) My favorites tend to be much darker and more emotional than the ones other people like
4) This doesn’t take into account tags, collections, sharing, who the reader is, or what a view actually means
5) **At best 1 out of 10 viewers will like; at worst 1 out of 50
Yes, I actually had fun with this :); bold are the things I think matter
Mystery Girl Oct 2015
You're right
Apologies are too late
What makes you think
You can just cone back like this
I remember it alright
If I had it
It'd be smoldering ashes
I don't play around
You messed up
You lied
You don't love me
You don't treat someone you love
The way you treated me
I wish I had never found your poems
Never started reading
But not always
Just when I'm angry
And it's been a while
I almost forgot
Remembered you for a second
Tried to tell you I trended
Hot dog I trended
And I remembered
Being so excited to tell you
I was so ridiculous
You were just that guy
Who wrote me love poems
A long time ago
I used to want to say
**Hey. I miss you
Nigel Obiya Apr 2013
To all those that were reading my last piece,'Split personality' I had to take it down sadly after it had trended to a hundred reads in 3 hrs. But I wrote quickly and used the word 'cohabit' without realizing what it implied... you throw that in with 'brotherly loyalty' and the whole piece just reads a lot gay... now, I'm not hating on gay people... I just don't swing that way, wouldn't want my poems to give off the wrong impression... all said and done... I have just had a good laugh at my own expense hahahahaha
*still laughing... Thanks for supporting my work though LOL!
I really don't get
Why my poem WOAHIFOUNDAGRAPE trended
because it was so INSANELY weird...
But I mean, not to complain...
It's just a little strange
and it makes me concerned about the human race...
Anyway.
I have made it to 50 followers
Plus an odd (and worrisome) amount of my poems have trended
And most of them make literally NO SENSE
Seriously.
It was like I was high on grapes when I wrote them
That brings tears to my eyes
Just a little small-tree-adhesive-sloth like me
And I feel so accepted in the human world
And all of your likes, comments, follows and reposts mean the world to a little furry adhesified animal like me :')
So thank you for that
I love you all! <3

-LOVE THE ADHESIVE SLOTH
I am concerned about all of you who actually still read my ridiculously strange poems and accept my MASSIVELY terrifyingly odd sense of humor. BUT I LOVE YOU FOR IT THANK YOU! YOU HAVE MADE A LITTLE ADHESIVE SLOTH VERY HAPPY!
SassyJ Apr 2016
Path trended and passed
In silence they weep and act
Aisle after aisle a memory sung
Trespassed as eventful melody

Spears of death sink inwards
Body trembles as it fades away
A belong to the bare soiled ground
As the whispers of the wind evaporate

I lost my shoes, my clothes all torn
Blended in moulded formed horns
Knees crashed on the pebbles
I recite my said and unsaid repentance

The bricks, blocks and boxes boast
Rising above the past I long lost
As the heat rise, they make passion
A traction, the subtractions,a surmise

The sunrise once bright disappears
The lens clogged in blurry vision
A bird within flutters and mutters
Drifty as the phone once held slide

Out of reach, out of touch, outer tours
Over sensed danger, the blackened day
Liberated in clear skies,unclouded reforms
The pounded bells echoes lullabies of calm

— The End —