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or so she says
Inuki

“I hate men”
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she told her husband.
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11 Apr 05

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...theres really not to much to it...mmm...i think it need work
 — LoserXcore

I think that comment says a lot..you just have to think what it means to you..and imagine all the different kinds of meanings..that one..comment can say.

Mall.x0xxx
 — unknown

"I just returned from Japan," Tom said disoriented.
 — mr_e

Your experiment, though noble, was not sucessful.
 — unknown

Let the reader imagine "why" and "how", but I a "when" or a "where" would be helpful.
Haiku was my first love, so I really appreciate short poems.  
This is like an abbreviated senryu?  
Worth more than a two.
 — housepoppy

Oh yeah; the title helps--worth at least one more (rating) point.
 — housepoppy

a performance piece designed to make one think, and carry out the imagery
i'm reminded of many friends throughout the years
the lesbian who referred to herself as husband, and her partner as wife
two gay men who both eschewed the word husband, and chose to be one another's wife
the sub male who's domina who told him who and what he would be every day of is life

but more, in this one, i see some schmuck who ain't gettin no more
no more.
 — Bloodfetish

For two lines it's okay.
2 - just to match the lines
 — lieskilllies

HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAA!

Oh, this is the best!
 — Isabelle5

Any married woman does not need anything else added to this to get it 100%!
 — Isabelle5

or so i've heard.

a guy like me hate me, too, at times.
: )
 — fractalcore

er, hateS.

sheater
heaters
heartes
heartse
reathes
thearse
shreate
shreeta
aheerat
shateer
teresha
teersha

sorry.
: )
 — fractalcore

Guess he deserved that but like a lot of men he was probably a total shit anyway

Larry toilet boy Lark
 — larrylark

WHAT WAS I THINKING?
fractalcore

me hate me.
er, hateS.

erhatesetahre
rhatesesetahr
hateseresetah
ateserhreseta
teserhahreset  
eserhatahrese
serhatetahres

sorry.

sorryrros
orrysyrro
rrysosyrr
rysorosyr
ysorrrosy

you hated me 'coz i ate the chess set
i was losing bad when we reset
for the ninth, er Nth, game
hah! i missed my hat in that
stormy, gloomy room

now you still hate me
ah am sorry
or so i think
as i sing Sting

and my cheek turns
so rosy as you slap me
there me thinking

hate is a constipated thing.


written 07/05/08
here @ http://poetr ycritical.net/forum/post/149327/
as inspired by the poem
@ http://poetrycritic al.net/read/15652/
thanks, Inuki.
: )
 — fractalcore

This isn't a poem.
 — radiogirl

Who are you to say what's a poem, radiogirl?
 — Inuki

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