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:

The Bobcat

It's moaning,
like the jammed
cardboard bailer:
the bobcat stuck
under the stacked
tomato juice
pallet.  It moans.
It moans and
calls.  Its eyes
reflect off the
waxed floor.
we hear whispering
of people uninvolved:
I come from a place
beyond the sequoias.
we hear
counting cucumbers
before compaction:
one, two, three, four.
and out on the
salesfloor, we hear
a child's call:
look, look at this.
we hear PA squawk:
will the associate
from toys please
return to toys.
It's moaning,
like the children
in the candy isle,
but that doesn't stop
the policeofficer
laying on the floor
and the gun
pointing.  It moans.
It moans and
calls.  Its eyes
reflect off the
waxed floor.

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