poetry critical

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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:

industrial anthem
notetoself

took a stroll though central park
 1
just to see what i could find
 2
counted all my blessings
 3
and i left them all behind
 4
chewing gum and sidewalk chalk
 5
embed between the creases
 6
of sneakers that have tread across
 7
a thousand paved diseases
 8
took a stroll through east L.A.
 9
just to see what i could find
 10
counted baby prostitutes
 11
and i left them all behind
 12
nodding on the latest drug
 13
to hit the booming streets
 14
and scraping STD's
 15
off of the seven threadcount sheets
 16
took a stroll through north detroit
 17
just to see what i could find
 18
choked on flaking paint chips
 19
and i left them all behind
 20
caught a couple cancers
 21
told a couple lies
 22
shot a taste of drano
 23
and softly glazed my eyes
 24
took a stroll through maple street
 25
just to see what i could find
 26
help theses suberbs waste away
 27
and leave them all behind
 28
America is said to be
 29
the home of the brave
 30
but as i watch this urban smut
 31
it's just so hard to turn away
 32
a walk from coast to coast
 33
is a walk of Hell and shame
 34
as corperate molesters
 35
toss their records to the grave
 36
while presidents and porno rings
 37
will share a bank account
 38
teachers' pets are centerfolds
 39
and sit detention out
 40
America the beautiful
 41
God bless the industry
 42
as we choke on water thick as smoke
 43
from street to rotting street.
 44

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