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:


Lemme straddle the saddle
of a Softail Night Train,
feel the V-Twin thrummin’
beneath the groin, kick that hawg
into gear, leave a ragged scar
across the flesh-eating gravel road,
watch the rocks spray up
through the rear view mirror and
strafe the passing caution signs
like a barrage of shooting stars.
Ascend ‘til I’m lost in the clouds
on my way to Neverland
like Peter Pan, man,
in a James Dean t-shirt
with a tattoo of Tinkerbell
naked from the waist up carved
into the curve of my left shoulder.
Set me free and flying
in daredevil hoops and loops and
wild Milky Way swirls, finally
reaching orbit, finally breaking free
from the routine, obscene gravity
that’s been holding me down
for the past thirty years,
a cosmic one percenter
crossing the vapor trails of frantic planets
with the solar wind at my back,
a seraphanatic Hell’s Angel
tearing through the small town squares
and cafes of heaven, hustling the
pretty young scarlet starlets in
coffee and pie-stained waitress aprons,
a snowballing comet gone haywire,
with no direction, no speed limit,
no way home and
no reason to return.

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