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:

Tragic Kingdom

a tragic end spun at birth,
this dichotomy of  adaptation
a  sub-clause of the gift of life
underwritten by time and place
these neraphim of mans creation—
frail girls in unimpressive nightgowns
turned Slim-Fast deltas—each tour a scar
across midriffs frightened by light
veterans of twenty years—
dragging  drunk husbands up to bed
hanging laundry by night,
exhumed by Oprah each day,
after the soporifics pushed by Cosmo
and a secret cigarette
where are these so savagely taken?
bound in plain sight by a billion dollar racket—
this veil—pursuit of wealth and perfection,
draped over young eyes,
protected from the Sun  in living rooms,
where this new sanctuary crumbles
thick glasses and an awkward gait,
incubate this beauty out of sight
this purity of parted skies,
sequestered as years of tears pass with no kiss
forgotten as the lull of disappointment,
feeds Novocain to a sheltered soul,
a psychologically profiled execution—
though no witness can attest
to the pains to an innocence never lost
flogged by anonymity—
an accepted fate— burial shroud and cave
awaiting resurrection
until her savior breathes life into that soul
and finally the kiss,
A love buzz never seceding
Only reciprocated by whiskey stained sex
Still a clean house by 5
And that sanctuary—
devoting a life of sweeping to a common sociopath.
But God I love her so.

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