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:

Sabbath on the Sixth

The measure of holiness
is in its emptiness.
Not its nothingness
just its vacancy.
Like the cadences of sunshine
waltzing on windy afternoons:
alone and singing soft-pedaled
to nothing and everything in particular.
Certain men are holy
like the man who holds his head back
pissing and relieved
who hears a voice in the vents and blinks.
Like the one who grins dispassionately
and strums her bottom lip
playing plastic heart-strings on a mute guitar
that say nothing of flirtations.
The junkie who wakes up on Saturday
looks out the windows made by tenement-tops
puts his spoon in a bowl of Cheerios
and sits clean-headed: thinking nothing.

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