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!

Random Poem:

we live

in horrid wet-rock dialogue
as if to say, now now now
as our generals deliver bombs in beds
of frontyard roses,
we live as poets, writers, dishwashers,discontent husbands sitting on too soft barstools,
as the Yeats, Sandburgs and Eigners
are put into space capsules and blasted into new eternies, for something or someone
who has good intent and will give their swollen heads something to think about.
we live through the defecation of glistening bathing  beauties on tv screens knowing triumphs may be
tomorrow, that we try not to think about....
I wonder about the tombs, I want to
rattle their bones and listen to their whispered
rhapsodies, wait, they ask, have you no decency of useless chatter, tell us of the living.
there's not much to tell, I reply, they're not finish yet,

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