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!

Random Poem:


Seventy-two dollars
and ninety cents.
That’s how much it cost
for me to go by train
from Hartford, Connecticut
all the way down
to Brooklyn, New York
in two hours and twelve minutes.
Seventy-two dollars
and ninety cents
was the going rate
when it was decided upon
the price of fare;
however, I feel as though
I’ve cheated the train company
                        because for only
seventy-two dollars
and ninety cents:
I got to laugh
with a friend of the best quality;
I got to discuss
what makes us tick;
I got to know
the value of friendship as we walked
and talked and looked at the color-blurred-
I got to relinquish
all my baggage in his tiny apartment home while
held back liquor drenched tears that were evidently there
and pain burdened words cluttered the miniscule room,
                        which for
seventy-two dollars
and ninety cents
felt slightly discombobulating but freeing
to scatter all over his ultra neat
for a passionate artist-painter tidy floor
                        but by morning
there were no worries of the mess
we had made that night
because we cleaned most of it up
before we went to sleep
and what we left seemed to evaporate
with the morning sun
long before we thought to wake up.
I wonder if
that was all figured in –
was it all part of the cost –
were the train companies aware
that so much could be appreciated
on just seventy-two dollars
and ninety cents?

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