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:

One thing exists in every hidden thing

It’s cold. It’s not supposed to be cold. It’s supposed to be spring. She was the girl
on the cover of Candy-O, a stripped down Vargas on a pencil sketch. I’m going to
start smoking again. We were noir.  We were a fierce necessity.  We were knock
-knock-knocking on heaven’s door. Not the Dylan, elegiac version but the GNR pre
delusional Axel Rose version. The phone rings, except phones don’t ring anymore,
they vibrate and I know it’s not her. I recognize the caller ID and I’ve forgotten her
number. It used to be burned into the tips of my fingers. I play chicken with other
cars at the intersection. The red light blinks. Blinks. Blinks.

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