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:

The Cool Blue Flame of the Throat
jpmhawk

Maybe I'm the type of girl that turns some corners,
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always getting cornered by myself, waving a blow-
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drier, cocked sideways like a glock, ultimately trained
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on my own face in the mirror; curls, curls, go away.
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Slippery customers, aka angels, swoop down
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to snap my ass with wet twisted towels
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because they like the way I straighten up;
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attention!
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My hips heaved forward with that look on my face.
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That primal yelp from a hot sensation indistinguishable
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as pleasure or pain. Just to feel is sometimes enough.
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Tell that to the barnacle, the hull of the ship his holy position.
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I've been known to ooze into the noonday sun to slink myself
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up strangers' doorsteps for a fix, lie down and bite my lip
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until the rocking stops, pry myself up like back alley pennies.
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I clean up good and photograph well, though.
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My eyes say, Give me and Take me, in unison. My lips
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make strawberries blush. But then they pull me back
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into the dank pubs to slurp down things unfathomable.
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These demons know just how to open me up
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and sometimes I let them. Just to feel is never enough
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because rarely do I remember.
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