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 doesnt seem to understand the word balogna sandwich

i skip over long pauses.
because i mean what i say.
dont have to think much. the tip of my tongue
has its own mind. its own way.
its i love you.
if you have heard it from me.
there is no doubt that it is true.
trouble is. it was always empty under your sink.
mine. well equipped. stacked quite perfectly.
you seemingly ashamed.
kept it hidden behind shrubbery.
i have a backstage movie of series for you to watch.
so grab a bag of white cheddar popcorn
while the vcr says stop.
the cast walked out. not enough funding [you promised]
i guess you realize the abundance of networks.
so you sit there and laugh.
in your climate of anxiety.
i know you do it all for the right reasons.
the reasons are right. if they are the right reasons.
what do you know about dying for love?
a wednesday night is just a wednesday night for you.
you tolerate to exist slightly. there is no such thing as
4th of july [there]
repetition is your body. dependency on blood.
you are not poetic in your contradictions.
actually there is not one intensly intimate thing about you.
what pleasure is yours? what consumes you, consumer?
your love is lame. laughable and spread so thin that
your wing thing web of skin
wouldnt even start to warm me.
living just is. habit. and as simple as your face. i would lose you in a crowd.
infanthearted theory.
what do you know about dying for love?
have you even, ever?
what color is that light at the end of the tunnel?
tell me.
teach me of your passion.
i have known nothing like it before.

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