Three new poems. I like them (obviously). I'm sure some of you won't. Give me your feedback and how you'd make them better. Like I said, I know I suck at taking criticism, but I've been trying to understand, and I think as long as you guys do your part and respectfully pick away at these, I can do the same and respectfully respond.

"Six Billion Hopeless Romantics Walk Into A Bar"

The further you see into the future,
The more disappointed you'll be.
A quantum leap in time will reveal
That everything you remember gaining
Was merely acquired, used, and lost.
Your friends, your family, your love.

Although, we do gain one thing.
And unfortunately it can't be lost.
An uncompromisable regret.
The friend that slipped away.
The mother that wanted a son.
The wife that waited far too long.

Loving and losing is all we know...
As if we we're given a choice!
The one who loves and keeps,
Has confused his love for greed.
And the one who's content with loss
Has already given up on love!

The further you see into the future,
The more disappointed you'll be.
So let the clock continue to tick
At a mere sixty beats per minute.
And as long as you expect the worst,
The best will be sure to find you.

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"On The Topic of Cake"

Of course you can have your cake and eat it too.
Just as the man with no hands can buy a quill pen.
And for the same reason the bald man buys shampoo.
Or the vegetarian fox that continues to hunt the hen.

And have you seen the candle lit next to the light?
Or the priest that buys a wedding ring with a stud?
It's as silly as the left-wing that always feels right.
Like the cup inside the teaspoon that never seems to flood.

And how about the girl that would cha-cha to the tango?
Just as weird as three legged boy that only owns one shoe.
Or the violinist archer pilot that never had a bow?
Like the detective in a ball of yarn that couldn't find a clew.

Who knew you could have your cake and eat it too!

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"The Rich Live Poor Lives"

The queen is in the hive,
And the king never sleeps,
So the party stays alive.

The guests are all the same,
As the caviar always keeps,
It makes them all proclaim,

"This is the best I've had yet,
I've not had any better!"
And in a moment they forget...

Their wallets are ever full,
As gold inside their sweater,
To comfort their virgin wool.

"Now back to the party!"
Rumbles off the king
"Tonight we all dine hearty"

"Ehem" says the queen
She exclaimed with a sting
"You'll find your own cuisine"

A sudden change in heart
From the ever giving queen
Had made them all depart

And the IRS felt inclined
To take all of her green
It may have moved her mind

Your poems always seem so contrived and themed. That gives them this annoying cheese factor that makes the poem hard to read. I still think you shouldn't be allowed to post anymore poetry until you record some.

Sorry, they didn't catch me, and they made me weary.

ALL THREE are derived from popular sayings or similar things.

I mean, thats cool for a poem once in a while, but three in a row? Also, why must all of your poems attempt to make a profound point about humanity that is going to save the world. Thats the impression I get of you, is that you are trying to write super profound poetry.

Dude, just write something about how you think Rob has a tight *** for once. That doesn't mean make some silly poems, and then super profound ones, and then you're good because you're diverse. Nah, that isn't diversity. Just broaden your horizon or something.

Or buy a motorcycle.

The last two are just me being silly. They don't really have any deep meaning to them. The third one has a point but it isn't anything deep. If anything it ends rather silly. The second is just insanity. The 'profound life changing poems' aren't intentional. It's just the way I write. When I get into deep thought I think about a lot of things. The easiest way to get my thoughts out sometimes are through poetry. While I don't always think deep, I like to record what I'm thinking at the time, even if the thoughts don't reflect me a few months down the line. I write a lot of different things. For example, a friend of my aunts came over for dinner, and she couldn't get over herself, thus as she was talking I wrote a poem called 'Egotistical B*tch'. I guess last night I was just in a certain mood. All three might seem in the same style because all three were written when I was in the same mindset.