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:

exscuse me miss but what time is it

in a perfect world i'd be having one of thoes forbidden affairs  
with the poor boy on the otherside of town,  
you know the type, the ones your mother warned you about.  
wed make love in the back of al's body shop  
on the grease stained cot they call a bed,  
the creak of the springs keeping time for us.  
wed steal away with the daisies as our witness and get engaged,  
with 2 peices of twine wrapped around our fingers.  
or maybe my affair would be with the nazi solider,  
the one who patrolled in the trash part of town.  
hauling me in on outrageous exscuses  
just to throw me in a jail cell, and interrogate me for hours.  
this consisting of lying on the floor  
in the damp cell kissing me while no one was looking,  
and slipping me some sort of luxury from a rich jew 2 blocks away.  
but then there's always the chance  
i'd just meet you on the sidewalk,  
and you'd ask me for the time.

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