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:


that's the way it came out,
i was typing in my username,
and feeling empty.
there is coffee breathing loud beside me,
and my throat is dry, i can't
look at the carpet without seeing swirls
of light, drifting patterns,
granules staining vision,
won't sleep, cannot dream without
seeing myself caught in my life,
stuck in the soft furs of what
i know, and thinking that they
are dumb, rooted, routined.
that i am annealed in the fires
of creation is a crock,
i am mundane, i am air
and flesh and despair.
i can't stroke my pliant tool
without being somewhat dissatisfied
with its ever profound product
of replication drying like cement
over my stomach.
cum see the fool! cum watch
him live like ant, hunt like
donkey for words, chase
windmills through horizons of
ash. crash out on couch
and sleep,
dream a little 'bout sex,
a bit about doing what has already
been done, think dirt,
enliven the grass with
sticky blood,
call my body art as i
thrash it with my nothingness.

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