I shall now go crit a load of poems since this is my second piece I posted this week and I've yet to crit anything myself. I don't even know if this poem makes sense, so feedback appreciated. Thanks for reading.
Drown my sorrows on the approach
Lie for twelve years on the runway
Engines fire without a flame
Rumbles quake on the empty jet plane.
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A runway is the long bit of concrete planes take off and land on. I don't know what it's about so I didn't want to ruin it by expanding it just yet...maybe later when I have more of an idea of what I'm talking about
This seems a little nonsensical, but only because I'm not sure what a runway is, or what it would be considered in England, etc. So... um... help?
You're such a pretty poet -- you can go on for a little longer and make it sound really good. 
However, I do think the poem sounds too short and I think you really haven't expanded your idea any.