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:

lime green dress with hot pink flowers
wanderlusted

It was my first look, ever-baby,
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that I saw in the mirror
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-I am-
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older.fatter.uglier.
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I stood there,
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flat-foot flat-chest,
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in a horrendeous dress
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I decided to try "for fun"
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(but really cause it was the only thing
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in my new sky-high size)
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my reflection is astounding,
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and I try not looking myself in the eye
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like avoiding eye contact with bitches that
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you know are talking smack daddy, oh hell yeah
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tickled by my weird thoughts
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in a desolate dressing room,
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my belly-laughs fill the vacant hall.
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I come to realize that as time whizzes by
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I could either be a day closer or further
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from reaching my goals
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and I don't even know the difference
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My eyes became heavy.
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"Oh my god. What am I doing here?"
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I hope someone hears me, because
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I fucking truly hate department stores
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and I'm here at JC Pennys trying on a dress.
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I laugh about how sad my life is
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and I'm just filling up an ugly, empty space
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and I will never write my beloved play
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or novel,
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or even that goddamn poem I want to
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and I don't have enough money
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to go to England/Ireland/Anywhere
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because maybe I wasn't cut out for
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ambition,
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or dreams,
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or love,
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or happiness.
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just being half-ass content. for that I'm
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locked, loaded, and ready to go.
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