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:

Abc...D (revisited)

A hillbilly, no a born again
bigot, with newspaper eyes and
crows feet etched on his shoulder blades...
"Dylan?" he mutters, from ear-to-
ear,           as though chewing on the thought
formed in open-space as green-eyed
grad. students flutter about the
hoping to get some of that undergrad. ass.
"its a miracle, a fuck'm miracle" he chews,
jumping on the spot, crow screeching, c(l)awing,
k-k-k-umm, no...kancer of the mind
pointing to the Heavens, iridescent, gleaming
over a two-pound chicky-dee, yeah, well
never look a gift horse in the ass
might s(h)it on you, yes, you
lay-lady lay...lay upon a smoking grass bed.
quote me "spoke the earnest man, earnestly
resting on the downy earth".
Sister Agath-ommo-nagather, well
Timmy the Tool sure tooled her.
U-oy kids though, slippin' on the leaves,
vacillating over the holy
whores of Chris, well, drunk and pissing really...
X-marks the spot.
Y? is the groove to which he "Dylans"
Zebras dance by, pedestrians try and walk on 'em. ?eah.

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