Humor

The vampire feeds
on the redness
of my apple.

Such a simple world
preys on chickens,
but a greater force
eats penguins. (Skins)

As most of the other members have pointed out, this poem does make no sense, but it does fill my mind with a lot of interesting images, so I feel that that in itself must be worth something

This totally makes no sense at all! xD But, it was interesting to read. I love the part where 'Skins' appeared XD. Okay, this comment also made no sense, hehe.

I Absolutely Love it!
Probably because I couldn't make sense of it Well the main idea wasn't understandable and to me it was just random and bizarre collection of thoughts but still it was funny especially the part about skins.

Well keep writing strange and humorous poems.

...july4ruby ...

Warrior Princess wrote:May I ask how you came about the random words that you used?

Hey, nice poem.

From what I can tell (and that's not a lot!) this has no errors =D. I liked the simple presentation of ideas and everything. Very nice.

GREAT job, Christy.
And merry christmas.

Haha, I enjoyed this, mi amiga. One can't exactly review it as it is about both nothing and everything, neither of which are particularly easy to review, but one (such as myself) can indeed say that it is a charming little flight of fancy. May I ask how you came about the random words that you used? They were actually fit together quite prettily (if somewhat oddly). The only thing I would change about the poem is the title. It just doesn't seem to fit. The poem is not precisely what I'd call "humorous"; I would use a word more along the lines of "amusing." (Though I will admit, "Amusement" might be a slightly strange name for a poem.)

Indeed you may Raz

Flower~Child wrote:The vampire
feeds on the redness
of my apples.

Flower~Child wrote:Canned doughnuts
feed the donkeys
of our power rangers,
ending the cycle
of humanity.

Hi Flower~Child,

I agree with TheWalkinDude, that there isn't really a basis or proper foundation to this poem, but I really enjoyed its eccentricity anyway! It was really light and yes...humorous. Because it had no real basis, it's a bit hard to review, so I'm just going to talk about why I liked it.

I loved how enlightening it was! How it made me smile, effortlessly. I especially loved the second-last paragraph - very funny! And it wasn't that bad for a poem that combined other people's ideas!

Well done! Best wishes for future writing!

RedLeaf

Random. Absolutely RANDOM! Lol! I like random stuff, I like this poem too.
Keep writing!

I hate that you put that note at the beginning because, although it doesn't make any sense, I actually liked reading it and pulled something really deep out of it. Vampires pull the red out of our APPLES! That's why there is an apple on the cover of Twilight! Haha, I really liked it and I don't care if it's for giggles, it's fun to read!

Alright I love that this poem makes no sense!! haha

Flower~Child wrote:Ok, so people gave me words and I made a poem out of it. So it doesn't make very much since but it's a poem.

The soup
that filled
my ice cold rain,
feeds the monkey
inside of me.

It contains the karma
of my black cat,
stopping war
with a rainbow of swords. <--- Love this line!

The vampire
feeds on the redness <----- I love how this makes sense up until the last line!
of my apple.

The yellow pencil
of my soul,
colors the snow white diamonds
of the world.

Such a simple world
preys on chickens,
but a greater force
eats penguins. (SKins) <--- haha i love this

Canned doughnuts
feed the donkeys
of our power rangers,
ending the cycle
of humanity.

Hmm... very interesting. From what you said about this poem, there is no real reason to review it in all honesty. I mean, by just reading this you can tell that there is no basis point or idea for the reader to go off of or connect with. It's just... there. Now, from the words it seems you were given, this is done in rather nice way. This seems to be one of those poems that is written for the purpose of nothing, for kicks and giggles, but someone, somewhere is going to pull some inner meaning out of it. I, honestly, cannot, but just because of my inability to obtain any centralized point doesn't mean that this is a bad poem. On the contrary, this is a pretty cool poem. Heck, if I was given those words, I would not have been able to pull two lines out of my hind end. If anyone gives you any sort of grieve for this (and I doubt anyone will), challenge them the same way your friends did. Then you'll see who is the true ponderous poet and who is just the critical critic.