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:


she helped herself up
with a mouthful of mud
heavier than heaven,
to peek over the western wall
to smell the opium
sleeping in their pods
their breath slowed
to a gaping hum
patient to be
scored and dried
like raisins in the harlem sun
he was as close as you were
gonna get to james dean after 9/11
all sex, dirt and rock n roll
drugs too, he remembered
the nineties, everybody in line
in the lower east, on fulton street
when you could still write
'fuck you' on the train and
you know what people would
now, hair sick with organic grease
said he was half cherokee
posed nude for spare cash
he had a number for the
best dope in the city,
"bad medicine," he called it
"baaaad medicine"
he would put on a skirt and
listen to his aunt's old
motown records and they
would sing and dance until
her toes bled from the heels
of course,
life slinks away
brittle and coarse
the flags we wave
tatter in the summers,
grow holes and fray.
the golden years
lose their glisten
before your eyes adjust
and even the supremes
can't stay young forever,
so now it's always
gravel's tired songs
of white and dust
that sing for the pines
and where they slept
last night

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