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:

fuckspell
DeformedLion

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      u  c
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        k
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s
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p
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  e
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   l
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    l
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     s:
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           me.
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         and toto knows, in full
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                       (honesty) that
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          we aren't in Kanzass anymore.
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            and I have pitched myself onto
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              a slippery vision, slightly off
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                the centre. slightly here, yet
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                  off-world, spacial, unspecified.
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                 and can I not
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                 be of the straight
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                 variety?
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                 or simply as straight
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                 as me, not this idea
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                 of me. not in failed
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                 div-in-ity.
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                            And how
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                 you have tried to smirk
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                 me into flames, and how
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                 I have blown smoke in the
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                 question of your eyes
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                 till tears made me sorry.
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                 made me feel as if I was
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                 of Mans creation, created
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                  man.  
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                  and when I sleep at night you could probably guess what it is I wish for:
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             YY
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           Youo
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          You  u
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a temple left to the shaky hands of t   i    me. an idea of solid proportion and infinite flexibilty. I have you in chains. I have you in dresses, in lovely silk couture. I have me in chains having you,
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                    dreams are free. life is life .
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                    what more can I say?
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