poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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Welcome!

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!

Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Moon-Howling in Mid-Air
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Preacher bird grabs a twig branch
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pumps up and down for a routine dance
 2
phantom thoughts upon his skull
 3
dying to score a fortune roll
 4
but the tips of his voice are torn and sharp with whiskey.
 5
 
 
Death comes easy to those with flaw
 6
where the devil will easy hook his claw
 7
who stands between every two-man draw
 8
with rabbits whiskers of twigs and straws,
 9
there's no glass stuck in your craw
 10
if you're just eating pudding.
 11
 
 
Aboard toy planes that rise and fall
 12
people shops and shopping malls
 13
human skin stapled against the wall
 14
hold dead shadows to bathroom stalls
 15
if you've misplaced your identity, call
 16
Saint Peter and Joseph swing outside the law
 17
but if it's a dollar bill you're safe from crashing.
 18
 
 
Infant blood on the sidewalk red
 19
came out from a hole in a little boy's head
 20
uncles and aunts with mud in their hair
 21
didn't mean to give a midnight scare,
 22
just pulled him away when they felt him there,
 23
soiled his shorts when he didn't dare,
 24
saved the things that most wouldn't care,
 25
sold the wares of shame and despair,
 26
kept him away from breathing their air
 27
beat him for sniffing their underwear
 28
"call us criminals and all becomes fair
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but he just wasn't so heavy."
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