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:


When she pulled the stash out of her pussy
I knew we were in trouble
the whole trip was like that
one flat note after another
Later after we ditched her and the guy who was her puppy dog
after we learned she was a stripper from Dallas
and he was her best customer
and they didn't have any money
and they were now staying in a condo down the coast
I saw her in a mini skirt in a crowd of old men
dancing around and drinking tequila from the bottle
It was surreal
out there a few blocks from the square
where they sold watermelon fruit drinks and beer from carts
the italians and germans on holiday outnumbered everyone
and only talked to themselves
but we smoked their dope on the beach
and slipped away into the dark
maybe a minute or two
before the cops moved in with clubs and attitude
That's how we came back upon the stripper
who by now had her tits out
and was being led off to the
dark by the men
There's no point to any of this
no hollywood ending
as it meanders shakily down this page
we finished our trip in a winnebago
with a family who couldn't travel without their cats
flew back to the real world
and got the luggage a week later
with a note from customs apologizing for the mess
they made when they repacked everything

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