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:

Those Indentations of Yours

Your dilated dimples
Are devoid of pimples.
The overt indentations
That lay on your cheeks
Are the color of paper
That’s been rotting for weeks
They emanate
The lofty smell of isopropyl alcohol
That’s been poured into beakers,
Used to clean speakers,
And then licked by the five feral cats next-door.
Also comes the smell,
A very faint smell,
Of the fresh wood of a tree
Sticky with sticky sap
And nectar regurgitated by a confused worker bee.
Whatever contacts a dimple of yours
Something really bizarre occurs;
A mosquito leaped on one
Two hours ago.
Right then and there,
It transformed into a butterfly
Shaped like a bear.
I don’t know
What’s up with your dimples.
Maybe they came from a comet from
Maybe they came from the whiskers of
But wherever, whenever, whatever they’re from,
I’d really like to have a plum.

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