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:

We All

isolation has made you desperate.
it's led to battle between desire and rationalization.
words. they lounge on the very tip.
just the tip
of your tongue, your pen, your sword.
everything has come at once
as a far out field to hold your everything, so you can let it go.
material possession,
surface encounters.
you are, after all, human.
you are real, though
looking yourself in reflections doesn't  h e l p.
you see what no one else can see: unlimited beauty.
you see invincible, ageless, unbounded talent.
you see an iceberg in a  v a s t  ocean.
just the tip. forging through.
seamless penetration.
like the opportunities that haunt you,
every day is every day. weeks become YEARS.
    aye sir! yes ma'am! absolutely! of course!
               I       A    G    R    E    E
          we all need raises, we all need
                   M       O       R      E
           especially you, especially me
reality becomes ugly:
debt collect, rent.
outstanding, overdue... apologies.
shit you forgot, forget, didn't know;
massive stacks of important papers, documents, and BILLS defiantly ERECT and unbalanced.
little specks fall before the rest.
tiny bits give way.
baby this, that. they all grow old and then they topple.

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