• Is this poem good? Its my first one.?

    Why wont they stop? Why wont they stop? They wont stop controlling my thoughts They wont stop controlling my decisions I feel like they control me They wont let me feel free Why wont they get out of my head? Why wont they stop? Why wont they let me eat? Why can't they just let me be happy? Why do they let me... show more
    Why wont they stop? Why wont they stop? They wont stop controlling my thoughts They wont stop controlling my decisions I feel like they control me They wont let me feel free Why wont they get out of my head? Why wont they stop? Why wont they let me eat? Why can't they just let me be happy? Why do they let me hurt myself? Why wont they just stop controlling my life? Why wont they stop?
    7 answers · 7 days ago
  • Make an acrostic poem out of your name?

    6 answers · 6 days ago
  • Why are republicans scared that jews and blacks will replace them?

    Best answer: Small genitals.
    Best answer: Small genitals.
    19 answers · 2 weeks ago
  • Why can't it be summer?

    I want summer now. I'm gonna throw a tantrum. I need lazy hot days taking naps on the beach. I want to sneak cold beers to the fireworks. And burn my feet on the sand. Why? Why is this life so subpar?
    I want summer now. I'm gonna throw a tantrum. I need lazy hot days taking naps on the beach. I want to sneak cold beers to the fireworks. And burn my feet on the sand. Why? Why is this life so subpar?
    7 answers · 2 weeks ago
  • Do you think this poem is good?

    the cat creeps by thinking no one sees the girl in the window sees the clouds float on not caring who sees the girl in the window sees the leaves shudder in the cold winter wind the girl in the window sees
    the cat creeps by thinking no one sees the girl in the window sees the clouds float on not caring who sees the girl in the window sees the leaves shudder in the cold winter wind the girl in the window sees
    11 answers · 2 weeks ago
  • Are there any words that rhyme with Hawaii?

    Best answer: There aren't any that I can think of - but you might get away with just an 'I' sound - like sigh, die, why, lie, try, etc?

    Good luck!
    Best answer: There aren't any that I can think of - but you might get away with just an 'I' sound - like sigh, die, why, lie, try, etc?

    Good luck!
    13 answers · 2 weeks ago
  • What do you think this poem is about (your interpretation)?

    Tall trees, Just me, Alone in the night. Can’t run, No fun, A terrible fright! Distant bay, Must stay, Or else. Must survive, Cannot dive, He has come. Near death, No breath, Must find safety. Up high, Cannot die, Praying for mercy. Trees shaking, Knees aching, He’s climbing the tree. Held me, So tightly, I... show more
    Tall trees, Just me, Alone in the night. Can’t run, No fun, A terrible fright! Distant bay, Must stay, Or else. Must survive, Cannot dive, He has come. Near death, No breath, Must find safety. Up high, Cannot die, Praying for mercy. Trees shaking, Knees aching, He’s climbing the tree. Held me, So tightly, I want to be free! He’s biting, Me screaming, A nasty sight! Tall trees, Just him and me, Alone in the magical night.
    7 answers · 2 weeks ago
  • I poured my heart and soul into this poem... what do you think?

    Best answer: Profound! -->“All people are like grass,
    and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
    the grass withers and the flowers fall, (1 Peter 1:24)
    Best answer: Profound! -->“All people are like grass,
    and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
    the grass withers and the flowers fall, (1 Peter 1:24)
    7 answers · 3 weeks ago
  • Help me rewrite this poem? Add anything you want to make it sound better?

    The mirror that shows my reflection who I hate to see The mirror is not my friend It will never be
    The mirror that shows my reflection who I hate to see The mirror is not my friend It will never be
    6 answers · 3 weeks ago
  • Is this poem rubbish?

    Best answer: It's flawless and magical.
    Best answer: It's flawless and magical.
    5 answers · 3 weeks ago
  • Is this considered a poem?

    The morning mood was beautiful and bright But her mood was not She was cold and bloody Locked away in a freezer Put there by her attacker She has been there for an hour The door to the freezer opens She is filled with hope, but it is destroyed Her attacker stands before her She will not be cold anymore.
    The morning mood was beautiful and bright But her mood was not She was cold and bloody Locked away in a freezer Put there by her attacker She has been there for an hour The door to the freezer opens She is filled with hope, but it is destroyed Her attacker stands before her She will not be cold anymore.
    4 answers · 3 weeks ago
  • What do you think of this poem? What if you were the person it is addressed to? Rate it from 1 to 10?

    I'll never forget the day I first saw you: the never ending rain of june the summer of the illness an apathic existence haunted my young soul. For a moment your eyes met mine and I got lost in the blueness of the sky; your hair as fair as wheat fields framed a gentle face. You were the careless smile on a... show more
    I'll never forget the day I first saw you: the never ending rain of june the summer of the illness an apathic existence haunted my young soul. For a moment your eyes met mine and I got lost in the blueness of the sky; your hair as fair as wheat fields framed a gentle face. You were the careless smile on a melanchonic young man, an endless summer in my heart... Please not that I tried to adapt it and translate it from my mothertongue
    6 answers · 4 weeks ago
  • What do you think of my poem? Any grammatical mistakes as English is not my language?

    My chivalrous messiah, Thou shabbily-clothed monk, It’s so unfairly cold, Show some mercy, May God bless you, Reply to my hello and open the door, It’s I, the sorrowful, the homeless, It’s I, the trembling wretched stone, It’s I, the despicable curse of creation, the inharmonious harmony, It is unfairly cold,... show more
    My chivalrous messiah, Thou shabbily-clothed monk, It’s so unfairly cold, Show some mercy, May God bless you, Reply to my hello and open the door, It’s I, the sorrowful, the homeless, It’s I, the trembling wretched stone, It’s I, the despicable curse of creation, the inharmonious harmony, It is unfairly cold, May God bless you, Open the door!
    3 answers · 4 weeks ago
  • What do you think of my poem? (Be honest please)?

    Writing about myself is the hardest thing, I don't know who I am, or what's within. Sometimes, I feel like an empty shell, An empathetic soul that wishes you well. Sometimes, I am the thing I despise, A bitter monster wishing for your demise. Sometimes, I am a regretful being, One that cries for who I am... show more
    Writing about myself is the hardest thing, I don't know who I am, or what's within. Sometimes, I feel like an empty shell, An empathetic soul that wishes you well. Sometimes, I am the thing I despise, A bitter monster wishing for your demise. Sometimes, I am a regretful being, One that cries for who I am becoming. Sometimes, I think too deeply at night, Thoughts that shake me up in fright, Everyday I seek to ignore my reality, I hide away in my world of insanity. It is a world that is slowly fading away, Leaving me wondering, who I am today. Without my dream-world, I am left here, In a world that is big, confusing, and unclear, A world where truth is determined by ear, A world where racism still perseveres, A world that is shaped by our media, That indoctrinates our youth for years. A world where people pay the price, For loving someone who we criticize, A world where the leaders we trust, Stand by to watch metal turn to rust. We are robots, we are free thinkers, We are fighters, and we are lovers, We are divided, yet we are one race, The human race, falling out of grace. We are wonderful, we are intelligent, We are villains, a threat that is present. We judge others, but who are we? We are the same, imperfect as can be.
    8 answers · 1 month ago
  • A bird with two heads but one body pecking itself to death?

    Best answer: Sounds like a real hoot.
    Best answer: Sounds like a real hoot.
    7 answers · 1 month ago