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!

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:

The Gutless Turds

Motherfucking, scum-bags of planet earth,
listen to the answer, this shot gun has to give
Take your children and all, of that you own,
and do everyting you can, not to break the bread
The Gutless Turds,
are running the madhouse on Capitol Hill
There are giving out death warrants,
like they are trying to pass some sort of bill
The Gutless Turds,
are magnificent in all their glory,
living up to their parts,
that have been promised in the story
Motherfucking, cock-sure, of everything,
that tends to not turn too much, in process
that seems to be always out of motion
Take my love that I foolishly left in hospice
The Gutless Turds,
have stacked the deck open me
They have stacked bills layed across,
like a dead fish filet, upon the open sea
The Gutless Turds,
are sneaky in their ways of manipulation
They have no written parts,
but are skilled in improvisation

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