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:

raisins
flourides

she helped herself up
 1
with a mouthful of mud
 2
heavier than heaven,
 3
to peek over the western wall
 4
to smell the opium
 5
sleeping in their pods
 6
their breath slowed
 7
to a gaping hum
 8
patient to be
 9
scored and dried
 10
like raisins in the harlem sun
 11
 
 
he was as close as you were
 12
gonna get to james dean after 9/11
 13
all sex, dirt and rock n roll
 14
drugs too, he remembered
 15
the nineties, everybody in line
 16
in the lower east, on fulton street
 17
when you could still write
 18
'fuck you' on the train and
 19
you know what people would
 20
now, hair sick with organic grease
 21
said he was half cherokee
 22
posed nude for spare cash
 23
he had a number for the
 24
best dope in the city,
 25
"bad medicine," he called it
 26
"baaaad medicine"
 27
he would put on a skirt and
 28
listen to his aunt's old
 29
motown records and they
 30
would sing and dance until
 31
her toes bled from the heels
 32
 
 
of course,
 33
life slinks away
 34
brittle and coarse
 35
the flags we wave
 36
tatter in the summers,
 37
grow holes and fray.
 38
the golden years
 39
lose their glisten
 40
before your eyes adjust
 41
and even the supremes
 42
can't stay young forever,
 43
so now it's always
 44
gravel's tired songs
 45
of white and dust
 46
that sing for the pines
 47
and where they slept
 48
last night
 49

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