- poems: 48,836 (6,572 active)
- comments: 309,316
- ratings: 115,002
- average rating: 7.5
- forum posts: 224,678
- users: 10,172 (86 active)
- current users: 1
Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!
i like ice cream, do you? never mind. like totally like the creaminess not the sour stuff, ummm, sorbet? yeah? do you ever wander the streets at night looking for squirells? i have my own net. it is a good one. bought it on e-bay, oooh i got some pretty shoes see yes they were like half price, vintage, see the strawberry kisses and i like the tongue like a shaggydog, and wooh, are you ok? you looook a little pale, hey mister why's those dingles come out from your ears???
i like dragons, but i don't know how they would keep their teeth clean...maybe they roast them, but they always seem to gleam.
once when i went to the bank a man in a trenchcoat was looking at me, and i wandered if he was hungry or just a little bit cold.
odd though that his penis had a more lustful expression, particularly as the cash muscled its way into my hands. my hands (i think) were signing checks to greenpeace.
when i entered the graveyard the gentleman was perched over my umbrella, somewhat squatting in an elm tree, his heart feathered, and grinning obscene.
i turned. it took a year. when my back was facing him he whispered, absinthe of your tears
drills, sliver pyramid
your a luck mat
joyous i cried, my grave before me,
flowers spilling coins into a puddle of rain,
i there, judging the rust.
the man like a train station waiting for the train.
(comment on this poem)