I second your proposal.
Im just a good friend with him. I thought it would be okay. 
The problem with this idea is that it is a forum for fanart/fanfiction/fanmusic. These threads are here so there aren’t art and poem threads all over the place. It’s a nice idea, but I think you’re better off going to an actual poetry related forum for something like that.
Also, I find it funny that you say your poetry is too good for this venue. What do you have to lose to post it here? Get it criticised by people who aren’t on the same level as you? 
More than half the stuff here isn’t critisized anyways…
Try me.
By the way, I’ve always liked the Eliot essay.
Indeed, if I simply wanted to read poetry, I would by much better off going to a different venue, and I do. Here my interest in poetry is combined with my interest in this community of which I have been an observer and sometimes contributer to for a number of years. I am interested in what these various personalities of yours have to produce. Also, it has been stated (and proven) that this particular forum is not only for fan-art of various sorts, but for all discussions of art, whether ‘fan-’ or not.
OK; I’ll share a poem or two of mine when I finish writing one, although you should take any self-aggrandizing statements I ever make with more than a bit of salt.
Well, I wrote a poem a while back…alright, a couple weeks ago, and i havent gotten around to posting it. Any who, i normally dont share my poems which kinda defeats the whole purpose, but i shall post one. 
Confusion
My emotion is not clear
If sorrow I would have shed a tear.
Happiness was never it,
If it were so, then why does a smile not fit?
Anger was never my brother
Hatred was never towards another.
As i sit and ponder,
My mind can only wonder
What this thing is that taunts me so?
I must, I must know!
Why must it haunt me from within?
What did I do? What was my sin?
The answer came slow,
But i did eventually know.
The answer was near,
So why then did i have so much fear?
Why this thing i could not find,
I must have been blind.
Although my mind thought it an illusion,
It was just a common thing that is called confusion
Hope you liked it, if not…sorry for wasting your time.
<b><u>Squeals</b></u> by Crotanks
A body full of curves
and of beautiful tone
The most beautiful neck,
for which my fingers are to caress
As she makes some of the most
beautiful noises one could ever hear.
Her tone raises as my fingers wrap around her neck
Making her squeal and screech in delight
As I pluck all of the right strings
To make her do as I wish.
Upon the end of “our time”
I place her gently on the bed,
As a man should do a woman,
And run a single finger down her neck
To the end of her body.
Then, I clean the guitar and put it up.
Freya by Warsaw Pact
Hail Freya! You comfort me in my sadness,
You guide me though the darkness and light of love.
I pray for Your favor so I may never face You in shame.
I pray for your guidance when my heart is broken.
To look for love without Your blessing is no different than sailing without a compass.
Gold, amber, wine, flowers, honey, fire, iron, and passion are all Yours.
Let all things acknowledge this.
Did you ever post a poem??
Your poem looks nice.I like it.I can’t write poems.But i enjoy it.p:unch::
(((Very loose freeverse poem that came to mind Replies are more than welcome! ^.^)))
Sweet Escape
Nothing would have changed
My mind that day; not luck,
Love, or endless torrent of lust
So red. Not his touch, his
Smile or laugh so kind.
Would I be content with such
Endearing promise? With heartfelt
Light and power of passion.
Would that lock that keeps
Me hidden away break at
Such fair and innocent
Delight? Or would I perish
In shadow of trick and
Deceit, when words so
Sweet dissolve into bitter
And false euphoria.
Would my dreams of
Sweet escape and release
Be brought to life, or
Would they be squandered
By cruel and cold voids that
Are his lieng eyes. No, his
Poison will falter to meet
My strength, not this time
Will I lose my sight.
Nothing will change
My mind this day,
Not love . . .
television celibacy behind sitcom sheets
i exist in fantasy highway
i exist in tree felling machine
the famine maggots eat second courses
while i eat a third of
KFC brand potato flavored glop and
manufactured chicken
nothing is green
in the land of the dead
pillowmonsters smother
winter children
i exist in tree felling machine
i exist in fantasy highway
Well now I feel stupid for forgetting that this thread exists. >_<
I’ll have to remember next time if my rhyming habits persists.
Cross the Line
Sittin here feeling breezy my mind is easy
Thinkin’ about what could be this night
My mind gets crazy as it tries to fight
keeping my thoughts from turning to you
There’s a line that’s fading away so quickly
I try so hard to keep it within sight
But do I want to? Do i really Want to?
Do I want to stay on that line or follow you away into so much more
Paths fade as we walk upon them
So many steps and you can only go so far
But when the path dissapears will you be there at the end
Will you be there to take me as I take you and will we fall into a dream?
Cross the line and make me your lover
Let’s put aside all the clutter and be one together
I’ll take your heart and give you mine
And we’ll drift away with the sun into the divine
This is the story of a little ship
that took a little trip
Once there was a guy named Tony, who always wanted a Pony.
One day, he got his dream animal, small and equine. To Tony, the joy was genuine.
Alas, dreams die, and I cannot lie: A knight, not so bright, came and rode Tony’s steed. Alas, the pony is not the sturdiest of breeds.
Tony, wracked with grief, became a summoner, a conjurer of mystical creatures and then acted as their their chief.
Upon facing the knight on his quest, made Tony a request: “Apologize, lest you fight with my best!”
Dis after dis did the knight retort, like a sailor on a port you wouldn’t miss: “Enough prattle, prepare for battle!”
Tony’s mystical abilities came to fruition, for them he had to toil and train. But no train would suffice for the brain of Tony.
Quoth Tony: “The decisive treason brought by the ancient scrolls of Dar, fall down, ancient messengers! And that’s precisely the reason why that car is off-limits to all passengers!”
Then, about to cast Shoat, came along Charlemagne and quoth: “Dude, we’re on a boat.”
Tony was flabbergasted, and how! The knight was free to deliver a killing blow, cackling with glee. And then he went to eat pie. In the sky. With a crust of rye. Oh why.
bows
That’s impressive! gives a standing ovation
Okay here’s a piece of poetry. It’s rpg related and in paraghra formate.
Vivi: Standing in the Water
Though I nearly died that day. I survived only to have my innocence shattered. A child for ten years, now a man. The empire rebuilt, when it all could have ended. The sacrifices made, the romances ended. Abandoned by my friends; for what they thought was my end. I’ve traveled long and hard to find them but only to find that the roomers of their whereabouts, were just that. So now I search still hoping that they didn’t meet their doom the same day that they thought my death, my sleep, my stopping was near. I did not! Instead of death I was met with rebirth. Now I stand not in the shadow of my enemy but above them. No longer scared, No longer timid, search for my love, Eiko. I search for my friends, Zidane, Steiner, Blank, and all those other played hearty friends. I search for my queen. May my search not end in vain, for all the heart ship I have endured. I have survived, may my peace not be shattered.
A spam bot that writes angsty poetry. Now I have seen everything.
burnage