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:

Franks Lament
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He took all his predictions out and splashed them on her couch,
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lips loosened at the sound of her dressing or undressing as she pleased,
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sometimes you need a rolling around on the fires of lust,
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there were children standing still,
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their eyes perched at broken windows,
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they observed the many colored wonders,
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the celebration of ancient cravings,
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laid out before them,
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this was better than dragon flies they kept in jars,
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her wish was for those moans,
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the calls of satisfaction were his,
 11
 
 
the strangest pony went up and down,
 12
 
 
the children had to cheer they could not hold it in,
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with all their support poor Frank could not either,
 14
 
 
while staining the couch of his predictions,
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her demons unfulfilled,
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she lashed out at the man who could not perform,
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the children howled at the finish of this scene of frustration a 100 years ago.
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mike hendershot 2010
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