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:

Coffee, resignation, murder:
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The newspaper ink blurry
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on my hands, a trace
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transferred to my eyelid.
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I look at my palms and think:
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pink, like silly putty,
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that impossible truth stretcher?
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But rather than reaching
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further, I keep my palms facing up
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tightly in my lap. To drop
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a coin an alms-giver must be near,
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must hear my close breath whisper
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what I’m seeing, or simply rattle.
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That subtle waiter smoking a cigarette,
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that small-time entrepreneur from Queens,
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the pregnant Dominican cashier at the farmer’s market,
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some dust of my un-bonded soul
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will be wiped into the recess
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of a smile-crease on their cheek,
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passed on like a greasy shining
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nickel, soul to soul.
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