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:


"Courage!" she said,
and pointed to the dead.
"Don't recognize them as human!"
His gun lay fed.
He put it to his head.
"But I do. Leaving you."
Quotes from the Obit:
- "Oh, scarred, unkempt, infectious, crisp...
loving, crushing, and over-whelming, but what
an egoist, -really!  I don't think he could even
sight-read."   - a  music-journalist.
- "A tempest-blown man he was..."  - a poet.
- "Obviously, the fishbowl, the jar, the green
sea, - what have you, closed over him long
before he had grown all of his adult teeth."
- a psychiatrist
- "I knew him!  He was always jerking off to break
the vacuum that held him up, that let him just hang."
- a psychiatric patient.
- "Such rage displayed in his dreams turned
him into something absolutely malevolent,
into something from which you should run..."
- a disappointed fan
- "While in the lyrical air, we both strained
for breath... but conditions tempered us down
to an acceptable level of eccentricity.  
He felt the obligation to relieve others
of ourselves, for us to be alone together.
Naturally, we were linked... we're still linked."
- a psychic groupie.
- "Tired.  Mostly polite." - his fellow band members.

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