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:

ode to the doomed

the army retreats with wounded arrows,
crying like the rain nurtures the flowers,
the empty halls are filling with a sound,
ricashade's  of the great ventriloquist,
the clown,
pulls you up to sit you back down,
and your confused by what and not you haven't found,
trading organizations by the pound.
the public are forging checks in east road,
the caption reads like sirens juxtapose,
but then you step outside,
to find no hero at your door,
there is a picture on the wall,
that you swear you recognized from some place before,
but the vision of the lighthouse is no longer in the room,
the ocean lead the glow to tumble down,
the fishes towed by gills of polystyrene and steel,
inhale doses of stale paranoia,
like the vacuum cups the stars that hang before you,
as you stare up and out,
to sterilize the witnesses,
of their deaf and dumb coincidences,
these are the last remaining thoughts,
an unintentional practice,
are you dead in the mote?
with a souls that climb thru a hole in the head,
disabled by a sober etiquette.

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