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:


It's what you talk about  
I talk from an I  
into an I  
run from the I  
bite your I's nail off  
take the I's tail  
and tie it into a knot.  
Palm tree leaves are riding a breeze  
like our lungs flutter
in its warm cosy geography
how does it differ.
People once carved with blunt knifes,
now, we sharpen the tip of our tongue
we still cut each other.
No matter
"I" still exists
Paths of our lives  
still narrow and shorten like the dents in our palms
where our hands
talk about
what we know,
      the pictures that have shrunken to the confines
      of our minds,
      of the fats and the skin
      that have swelled and dried.
walk on its last bone
before I shattered to dust
and I can't know a thing anymore
because nothing exists in my hands now.

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