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
****** 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
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
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."
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
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
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
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
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"
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
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.
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)
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Of course she doesn't Care! That woman has to give Donald Trump oral ***. There is a woman who clearly does not have a care factor.