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:

Early Morning Shop Q

Rhino eyes,
riddled with last night,
cider stale breath.
She’s a bed hopping
gob stopping mess.
No bag of  acid drops
is sour as her.
She spins  confections of lies.
Sighs, close to tears,
bitter as pear drops,
demonstrably half cut.
Gutter glued to a map of her ways,
while we creep into another crap day.
She pieces together the stormy weather
that blows hurricanes through
the tingling bliss of sherbet fizzes.
“You gotta wife?
A fag? Some change
I can rearrange?”
The orderly queue
disappears from view.
She looks me straight
In the eye.
Got one?
She chews her thumb,
I’m struck dumb.
“Wanna lick,
You old prick.”
someone mumbles,
while shifting foot to foot.
“I’m a bigger better scrubber
than you could ever fuckin' dream of.”
she screams, and in that moment
she is queen, as we survey the wreckage
of our torn and tawdry lives.
Striving to be what we'll never achieve,
some barely breathing

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