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:

i belong in that blood pressure chair at Rite Aid
mandolyn

not where the slag of a boat
 1
leaves me hurried and afraid of starfish
 2
who weigh more than the apricot tree i once had
 3
it wouldn't reproduce on your hard soil.
 4
 
 
there is nothing left but black fruit
 5
rot in the gutter on a busy street;
 6
not even the homeless will stick around
 7
to ask for change– they found an ocean
 8
 
 
and they splash like children skipping school
 9
pausing for unique shells,
 10
searching for a skittish crab to hide in the
 11
sand dunes, for further conversation.
 12
 
 
a boy who likes the age of nickels
 13
teases a girl who is determined to swim
 14
until the water is so cold, she snaps–
 15
draws her own blood and makes herself forget
 16
there are sharks.
 17
 
 
the last will and testament is shoved
 18
inside a skiff, trying to carve a hole
 19
and find her– paper cannot dive
 20
or breathe underwater,
 21
but the ink knows how to swim...
 22
so i bring a towel, you smoke seaweed
 23
we both make fun of love.
 24
 
 
the tide is ready to burst from your eyes;
 25
show me an honest flood
 26
and i will stand up
 27
i will yank that line until it severs–
 28

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