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:

Stress In The Workplace Causes Accidents

“A rosé by any other name would smell as sweet”
he cites,
and he is smart
because he knows Shakespeare                                
                                                                   (and because he holds
                                                                          his wine glass
They stand,
but he is careful
not to brush her skin.
She is dark and quiet,
her eyes suggesting promise
                                                                   (but never delivering)
They smell of philosophical novels
and cellars [f i l l e d] with wine
I smell of bitterness
and minimum wage
as I hand them another rosé.
She spills just a little glowing wine
onto my uniform of grey
                                                                   (as his hands spill onto my backside)
The party is in full swing
-how droll!-
as I pull out my gun
shoot. them. both
twice . .
Blood mingles
with the ostentatious carpet
                                                                   (in a satisfactory manner)
My dignity
(I muse)
is worth a little more
an hour

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