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:

CNC Machinist Make Me Two

Fuck all my work did not save automatically
To list reasons to write
Filing thru pages
Drafting bones for wartime
Rededicating fistfights knock words together
We are all tooling expressions into 'e-lines'
Aimless left-handed typing
phrases become loaded by precise dexterity
Repositioned thumbs
One to hold and one to press
Ignoring a ritual from 2013
The construction site's hyenas gravitate
"I came here to record a phone call"
A stack of of hardrives hovers above this
Backpack full of chainsaws
Hellish places where a beautiful
illusion counts as less meat piles
And warplanes spell recent achievements
With their teeth unattached and missing
Charter back and psudeo-emphacize exhilieration
Of a chapter, regiment or platoon
I'll be making drops into alleys unzipping
Hoping a myrid face suffice at sundown
Stealing old classics
Touching each other with nuclear fission
Tinder conversations seperared by laughter
Dreaming of the moon's curves
Thinking of you curled
Into an apostrophe
Cumming on her turbo or 'aeorta'
Driving down her throat
To correct her new chestplate
It's choppy and had service
That long scar you'd think would add to her tightness
A nice tingly throat probably helps the wounded
Nothing against biomimedics and the prayer powers
Buh, ...lets speed up your fucking wonderful life
Conversation ends
Shit, I died and spit at least 5 stars once
Whats this explosion of literature?!
Ya Mama

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