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:

thinking man's last resort
unknown

i can't
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stand it
 2
anymore, this hunger
 3
to be free of this
 4
prison: propaganda-
 5
placarded brain
 6
cell. flint dies
 7
 
 
in a yellow blossom
 8
of sparks; the cool blue
 9
idea of dancing flames
 10
breathes a notion of heat
 11
to life on the worn
 12
clay underbelly
 13
of stained crockery.
 14
 
 
a razor drawn quick,
 15
and pomegranate seeds
 16
ooze from the hairline,
 17
leaving sticky juice
 18
streams -- sweet marinade
 19
for the mind's eye.
 20
 
 
tongs of bone peel
 21
back the tender skin,
 22
expose the protective shell,
 23
thinly covered by
 24
an opalescent slime--
 25
layer of fat, weak argument.
 26
rhetoric spins
 27
the saw-blade, serrates
 28
through the skull,
 29
and blood rooster-tails
 30
forth along the cutting
 31
 
 
remark. now is the retort:
 32
a yank, and tip of the hard cap,
 33
and tomato-veined mushroom
 34
meat glistens, in the light
 35
for the first time. spores
 36
of electricity current through
 37
the matter -- feelings pulsed
 38
inaudibly; invisibly wrapped
 39
by solid state dictatorship.
 40
 
 
i can't stand it anymore, i am tired.
 41
as i nod forward, acquiesce to fate,
 42
my falling thoughts are of rainbow trout;
 43
birds of paradise; sizzling pots,
 44
always full.
 45

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