Testing The Forum

I have loved and I have lost For zealous longing paid the cost Fallen, broken, in tears I lie In self pity I wait to die Turned down by coveted creature Unable to bind or reach her I hope not to see tomorow My broken heart is full of sorrow I welcome comments of compassion Rate high so I escape depression But rate before you read the rest Or else you might fail the test This poem I write for testing Of the comments manifesting For poems of the brokenhearted Jaded, betrayed or departed Wich seem to be more appealing To the masses who are willing To contribute with their comments To this forum`s countless talents Not to whine but to emphasize The rate of comments to poem size Four line hiccups draw in masses Credit hoarders kissing asses Congratulating with compassion Happy to evade the session Of reading well written pieces That allow us peeks and glimpses To the inner soul of poets In forms...let`s say of odes or sonnets That take days, weeks, months even To complete, and they are written Of more than just pain and longing Tortured souls and shut-ins sobbing But pictures painted inside the mind On canvas visible to the blind Feelings captured on the pages To be re-used for many ages Stories of fear, darkness, dreaming Metaphores of supressed feelings Windows to our hidden kink Made of passion and of ink In conclusion, I`m not saying I don`t agree we should be playing With words and rhymes in any manner That our little hearts see fit Just pointing out a fact, a nuisance - Not that you draw ill conclusions- Some people by contribution Appear quite the hypocrit Keep in mind it`s my opinion Written mostly for oblivion Having it said I retire With hopes not to have risen ire