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:


You're a shopworn symbol of a grocery store gone awry;
the cashiers rusted and the manager hasn't shaved his
salt and pepper beard since last November.
A spooky sort of stagnant
hangs in the air,
like a lone private waiting in the Ardennes
for a Panzer platoon to strike,
except the Nazis fell a while ago,
you psychotic shopping cart.
The parking lot's a gridlock
of parking spaces,
except the one that your car inhabits
(the bright yellow Hummer with a broken windshield).
All the residents of Scurvyville
are scared
to buy fruit from your warehouse
to curb their piratical plague.
Every morning
I pass your store in a tangerine bus
as the languid rose sky opens for the sun,
and every morning I see the dusty windows of your store, craving for Lemon Pledge
and hobos that beg day after day
fleeing from your cheap produce peddler.

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