Get Your Premium Membership

What's Wrong with Me

My breath is rank, My teeth jaundiced, My hair uncombed. My face sullen, Voice like a crow If I had a hall of mirrors I could have a murder, Thousands of raven black wings My beak, our beaks Thrashing. My ugliness will define The only trophy I will ever shine As I sit on the power lines, Croaking out harsh messages To the passerby.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 5/13/2021 12:08:00 PM
I have no idea what you look like, but I can tell you that the Muses have you in their clutches. I love your picture of the crows sitting on the power lines...oh, sorry, I failed to notice that is you. Oh, well. Nice work, Georgia, keep it up!
Login to Reply
Date: 5/11/2021 12:35:00 PM
beauty is on the inside , all the beauty goes deeper than the surface and you are an amazing person and and amazing poet
Login to Reply
lackely Avatar
georgia lackely
Date: 5/11/2021 12:47:00 PM
THANK YOU BUTTERFLY!!! HOPE YOU ARE NOT A MONARCH BUTTERFLY>>> I HAVE MILKWEED
Date: 5/11/2021 12:35:00 PM
So, go and brush your teeth, comb your hair, lean toward the mirror and tickle the face therein while whispering....COOCHIE, COOCHIE COO....even old crows preen themselves....A very interesting write Georgia....
Login to Reply
lackely Avatar
georgia lackely
Date: 5/11/2021 12:46:00 PM
THANK YOU JOHN!!!!!! COOCHIE COOCHIE COO TO YOU TOOO!!!!!
Date: 5/11/2021 11:58:00 AM
GEORGIA YOU ARE NOT UGLY WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!!!!!! OK MAYBE YOU ARE A LITTLE BIT UGLY BUT YOU HAVE AN ATTRACTIVE SOUL AND THATS OK! LOVE, HAZEL.
Login to Reply