poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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!

Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

a wooden figure has the appearance of necessity in a coffee shop

in this place of rotten wood,
different people come,
and go.
each one with,
an apt expression,
contemplating suicide in the spin of this world,
heads tilted sideways,
sucking in,
the condensation from a coffee cup.
they talk and complain,
each and everyone,
sharing sentences about the same pointless things,
is this appearance of overtness,
simply an act of over importance?
or is it unintentional?
i couldn't even repeat how many times,
i see this scene on the littered streets,
the square parks,
the beaten bench.
(on and on and on)
in this place of rotten wood,
there is an acute sense of attention to detail,
will all these wasted minutes be collected? (and handed to us at the door)
are we based on our merits?
finish the bottle,
then another,
and pay attention to these conversations,
competing; fighting for space.
i'll be the same figure listening in the corner,
just like yesterday and the days previous to this diluted one,
slump lucked kamikazes,
never building up the nerve,
but there depart eventually,
cupped in the palm of there own self-importance,
dressed in finely tuned clothes,
there words wont mean fuck all to anyone.

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