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:

I Pray you Well without my Face to Bear
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Since the night my shoulder got into a bar fight
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I've been hanging my sea legs off the boat,
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shooting at fish with my Glock 17.
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I swear I've hit at least twelve. They float
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around me like the feelings I once had for you.
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Their blood is thin and dilutes easy with the salt water.
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My blood remains glue-like, my veins are inflated,
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ready for you to burst through the lining of the sea.
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But you are miles sideways,
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Praising God for things you push under rugs and
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piles you keep in the garage, closing your eyes
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in the morning when everyone else is waking up;
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Laughing with the person who won the race.
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I aimed my pistol at the sun yesterday
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and had some words with your savior. I believe
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he splashed me with absolution, because when
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the day clocked out I could hear the hymn of the ocean,
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feel it wrapping me burrito style off the Balandra shore;
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And you, cornered on a ball point bed
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fucked the pen harder, meaning it this time.
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