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:

industrial anthem

took a stroll though central park
just to see what i could find
counted all my blessings
and i left them all behind
chewing gum and sidewalk chalk
embed between the creases
of sneakers that have tread across
a thousand paved diseases
took a stroll through east L.A.
just to see what i could find
counted baby prostitutes
and i left them all behind
nodding on the latest drug
to hit the booming streets
and scraping STD's
off of the seven threadcount sheets
took a stroll through north detroit
just to see what i could find
choked on flaking paint chips
and i left them all behind
caught a couple cancers
told a couple lies
shot a taste of drano
and softly glazed my eyes
took a stroll through maple street
just to see what i could find
help theses suberbs waste away
and leave them all behind
America is said to be
the home of the brave
but as i watch this urban smut
it's just so hard to turn away
a walk from coast to coast
is a walk of Hell and shame
as corperate molesters
toss their records to the grave
while presidents and porno rings
will share a bank account
teachers' pets are centerfolds
and sit detention out
America the beautiful
God bless the industry
as we choke on water thick as smoke
from street to rotting street.

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