on prove me wrong by nentwined
5 Mar 2009, 10:01 PM
I sometimes fear this is too true, my friend.
on Echoes of Eichmann by Caducus
15 Feb 2009, 2:16 PM
this one is difficult. I shall rate it with a randomly generated number.
on The Project by malpaso
16 Feb 2009, 5:09 PM
I know a few prefab holes I'd like to stick my trunk into. they say it feels like warm jello pie... but like this poem it always leaves me feeling a bit empty, and wanting more. Here's an 7 for the intrigue.
on 9 Things to Eat for Breakfast & Why by A. Nomaly
16 Feb 2009, 5:12 PM
Is this the new Jenny Craig diet? I find black licorice mixes well with kisses. Nine for 9.
on To Poets Whose Writing is Fecal. by SupremeDreamer
16 Feb 2009, 5:26 PM
Because this reminds me of the old days, ten!
on Pill-Popper's Confessional by Sasha
28 Feb 2009, 11:09 AM
Last line is aces. A++++++++++ would read again,
on 9 Things to Eat for Breakfast & Why by A. Nomaly
28 Feb 2009, 11:12 AM
I was just thinking though, what mixes even better with kisses, is Absinthe and tears and when your breath freezes in the air and hangs off your loves hair like icicles shining in the light of passing taxicabs.
on for the slaves and the seekers by Bill Z Bub
2 Mar 2009, 8:40 AM
Glad my delightful tragicomical farce amused you, Blindpoetry. Now, who's up for some flogging?
on Ode to the Potato by jessicazee
3 Mar 2009, 5:12 AM
The second stanza is fantastic, "so hopeful the morning of bacon"... indeed it is, indeed it is.
on Graveyard(Cry of the Dead) by alvinb
3 Mar 2009, 5:30 AM
...yeah...no...
besides, why whould ghosts hang around boring old tombstone when there is a whole universe to explore?
besides, why whould ghosts hang around boring old tombstone when there is a whole universe to explore?
on the end of the world, c'est soir by Bill Z Bub
5 Mar 2009, 5:56 PM
this one is pure automatic. Hrm.
on some deleted poem
13 Mar 2009, 7:54 AM
I revised this 5 times in the last 10 minutes. I'll stop for now to await comments, but I still haven't got the final line right. Not to mention the rest of the poem.
on 2am and sober in the digital age by nentwined
5 Mar 2009, 10:25 PM
I have a feeling our email addy's will outlive us for longer that a moment. They may outlive the heat death of the universe.
on Going to Michigan for the weekend by <~>
6 Mar 2009, 5:58 AM
you sweet weaver
on Final Dates, part 1: through gates of smoke and salt by Bill Z Bub
6 Mar 2009, 6:09 AM
Deleted second half of this. Now it is incomplete, but then, it IS part one. The story isn't over, is never over until the two old ravens fly free and the the words become meaningless scratches in the clay of our existence.
on some deleted poem
6 Mar 2009, 10:32 PM
oof
on Final Dates, part 1: through gates of smoke and salt by Bill Z Bub
6 Mar 2009, 5:41 AM
...aaaaand I now regret posting this. Ah my old friend regret. Never seem able to get rid of you.
on some deleted poem
12 Mar 2009, 10:46 PM
this will definitely be revised at some point, or pried apart. It wants to be two poems, but a delicate touch is needed to seperate the conjoined sisters.
on Fragmental by Bill Z Bub
19 May 2020, 2:34 AM
5am. No sleep. Got lost in the innerwebs. Are the spiders all gone? The weavers migrated?
on The Last Word by impert&ent
26 Jan 2025, 4:40 PM
Long live Poemranker!