poetry critical

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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 Way We Slur
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Rat's teeth    
 1
gleam the smile of a paid-off whore  
 2
pale young limbs flirt with shadow  
 3
carefully gathering panties and bra
 4
a twist of skirt pouting a kiss
 5
before footsteps lace the stair    
 6
  
 7
And your memory    
 8
ain't dainty at all    
 9
the curse I mutilate with a sneer  
 10
history gnawing happily at my bones  
 11
though our own empire of sex    
 12
lies perished long ago  
 13
  
 14
So what did you expect?  
 15
Me, strutting pig-pie horny  
 16
waiting to fuck dust  
 17
waving my cock until dawn  
 18
fingering my ass  
 19
with not a stocking of yours    
 20
to stroke    
 21
  
 22
Would you have me scream  
 23
'anus eruptus delecto'  
 24
rock and roll naked
 25
all by myself
 26
when with so many
 27
in need of work    
 28
sweet velvet is cheaply bought  
 29
to conquer quickly    
 30
and baggage free
 31
most easily forgotten    
 32
  
 33
It must be time  
 34
to grasp your wraith by the hair  
 35
twist back your head  
 36
pry open your jaw    
 37
and pour a lifetime's worth  
 38
of poison    
 39
down your throat    
 40
  
 41
But do you hear    
 42
that two a.m. ache  
 43
come slithering through the wall--    
 44
while that same dumb bastard
 45
slumps to the floor    
 46
murdering our song    
 47
again
 48

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