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:

A Village in Saskatchewan
Virgil

We were barrelled up
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as raw earthen pumpkin seeds
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in the barn for a fortnight,
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its musty doors flushed crimson
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in apprehension
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from the moaning dusk outside.
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Listless, with enough
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starvation to go around,
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we were taken out,
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one by one,  
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by the vicar and his sons.
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What barley they spared
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anointed my mane,
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soaking with metallic-stained
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water from cracked, barren hands.
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A mouth-bound, throat-sliced
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quartered time we had of it, alone
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in the meat-packing plant of winter.
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Casting up my thighs,
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the last motor oil and fertilizer
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was all my libation received.
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He leans in with his cigarette.
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