Heyyy, my name is Sean Dohr! I'm an up and coming writer and could really use some constructive criticism. But, if you are going to downvote my poem, please leave a comment giving an explanation. Also, any positive comments would be greatly appreciated. I don't have many poems up yet, but these are just a few I've written. Many of my poems are written specifically for website contests... So, don't be too surprised if you find the topics of my poems to be a bit random. All my poems are copyrighted and I would encourage you to not plagiarize. Peace and good writing : ) |
Not, 15 years out of the womb,
a boy's best friend lay in his tomb...
Letter in the mail,
mom's in jail...
Nothing sketchy, nothing fake,
no more lies, too much at stake...
Today you are my inspiration,
I've never known someone like you...
It's hard to gauge all this rage that I feel.
It's hard to cage all this anger that's real...
Her eyes glaze - she's high, she cries
The tears well up inside and dry...
I see olive eyes and tan, tight thighs,
A made-up guise with black thigh highs...
She breathes "I love you," but needs...
And with her eyes on you, you can't help but lose...
When my filter starts to roam,
I overstate my undertones...
Back to the bourgeoisie, you'll keep a man down...
If there are social butterflies and social retards, what happens when you put a retard and a butterfly in the same room? |
If I could put down this chalice and stop thinking with my phallus, I wouldn't be so crass and callous or amass this mounting malice. |
Hindsight is 20/20, while foresight is 50/50. |