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:

We are the future!

We are the future!
The shinning brats to carry the world.
upon our backs of diamond.
Sitting here,
Me the Future?
The future of the fuckin’ world.
Sitting here,
by a Shinning star,
Fallen to earth,
to eat me up.
Body, soul,
gone to the star.
The wondrous star,
our futures all lie,
here in the soul sucking stars.
We are the future.
The future of
stainless steel stars.
The mighty redwood trees,
yes the overused redwoods,
as symbols of the might of nature,
or fallen,
how far have we fallen?
under the souls,
lost forever,
with the classics
Thoreau and
Forgotten messages,
or maybe messengers,
from the past, the past,
when people lived in dirt and shit,
and stars stayed in the sky.
We are the future,
us brats.

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