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:

senses of molest

You know, some smells
never come out of your mind
sometimes they’re forced in
like a hand thrust...
You can’t get them out
they stay in your mind
for a very long time
like a worm
you can tug at the earth for
answers about it’s length
in your life, but sometimes,
things go unanswered.
You can try to sleep through this life
in a mental coma
even that has it’s down side
like recurring in your dreams.
Memory is horrific and powerful
and wonderment has its
share of grotesque times.
I still smell the moment I met him.
back when fate was sweeter
and being naive was better.
Now even a shower feels dirty
the whole nakedness of it seems so wrong.
If you meet this man
you will be amazed
that another person can your body
and it’s reactions better than you do
and it sticks in your mind
like the smell of a hangover
or the feel of a worm in your palm.

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