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:

grove/growing/hair flowers

one vein of the hairdresser
no more tattoo,
  the dreary spell of being warm-to-
  telly, this arc of scissors and
  the point of criss-crossing
mirrors ?
i [no!] ink my hair,    that's no more
i was crinkled beneath visions
of hammers and turning screw
some birds know
that the abbey
is the lords birth being born
and the nights
they sleep in wont shelter or pickle
them in jars that children will peek to.
i will breathe my own air,
that is the cruel part of falling
and that the bark of my chain
is the only loud part
of my drag,
crawl through dresses that smell
of you, or you
i want to bury my bone and my hair
in your sick, your poor
your burdens
and grow a new us in a grove
where the sun is happy and the clouds
lake in the mirror of blue
and easy pleasures.

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