I've decided to take the concept of a word of the day a bit further. I'm taking my word of the day (as often as I can). And writing a poem centered around it. Please review.

(My attempt at a wintery poem-too bad I live in Florida) In the sleepy silence of December—/gumdrop lights and diesel tour buses.

a collective poem i created with my friends, Arwen Starfire and Rasberry Twirl

This poem is not a joke. It is a concept poem dissecting internet culture. I'm pretty sure I was not sober when I wrote it, though.

You never know if it was worth it until it is over

For the ordinary, the inane, the heartbreaking moments of complete stillness that steal upon you and leave you feeling hollow. Those brief, terrifying glimmers of eternity

They say artists can never hope to love each other/the right way

short and abstract

Possibly the most pointless thing I've ever written. It's still fun, though, and it's short, so what have you got to lose? Read it-read it I say!

When Mr McDuffie suggests that his two classes write anoymnus letters to each other,in hope to solve each others issues, some VERY unlikely friendships are built...with some distubring consequences. Warning: Very silly at times

I want to tell you how beautiful the sky is today./Petals on the breeze (carrying spicy letters

This poem is subject to serious change, and is a temporary poem for my pen name

I thought powdered wigs were a drag/but I adore log cabins

"love without return" she was all her ever wanted. unrequited love, it makes me sick.

I was irritated with the decibel levels coming from my sister's room one day.

When my thoughts ran away with me...(written over a year ago)

It's spiritual copulation. But you know that sort of unhealthy productive relationship: where the partners feed off one another, and take everything.

Children: they can be so cruel to one another. Sometimes, they need a good telling off. And who better to do it than the one from above?

but which one was right? (not my usual)

If you can't make fun of your guild, you are a very depressing sort of person. That's all I have to say.

Something I wrote when I remembered my volleyball practices and thought it would be cool to write.

she was beautiful. grand canyon eyes and a smile that seemed to hold the entire universe sparkling inside everytime she laughed.

This is a funny poem that I just made up from the top of my head...please read it and tell me what u think

Santa Claus is forced to strip on live television!

Santa Claus is exposed!

Santa Claus' passion!

What a strange little man. (a somewhat whimsical poem)

Just some thoughts... There's so many things, styles, words, feelings, stories, and ideas that are considered "cliche," but they're genuine to me. I think they're genuine to most people who write cliche. But cliches are still cliches, and apparently those

A cigarette hangs from his lips.

Poor Pippa. She doesn't realise that it starts with a washing machine. (a tiny little one-chapter story. rated for one bad word, and mild references to a gay relationship.)

It was an amazing day and i couldn't help but write about it

heavy

hello

It's hot. It's steamy. But is it sexy?

She sat down... well let's see what happens! It's a limerick.

water only washes so much away

but i dont have forever

the only thing you ever gave me

often speaks for me

Reviews are appreciated. Thanks for the title ideas, everybody.

I'm gonna die with a ballpoint in hand/not going dry so long as the world's mad Come on.. click it.. its not angst poetry.. ya won't regret it. God Bless.. :)

Actually has some meaning to it. See if you can decipher it.

Cette poeme n'est pas content. Ermmm...mon francais n'est pas bonne...je ne veux pas penser qu'est ce a dire...reponde, s'il vous plait!