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:

His Girl

When her man says, "Duga, duga, duga",
letting the words drop like
chunks of raw panda meat,
each slab of thigh or butt cheek wrapped
in a layer of pure fat,
he leaves them there for his girl.
Duga's sink to the floor, slowly,
with each breath,
plump and filled with grape jelly,
worming their way over like giant slugs
that burst when his girl steps on them with
teeny-tiny toes.
She pitter-patters around in the dark goop
until it stains her feet purple, then duga-daga's
into the bedroom, falling asleep to their deep,
collective drone.
Her man finds her knocked out,
next to a pile of plum-colored gel.
He scoops up the cool duga paste and rubs it
into her hair, combing it through with his fingers,
doing it up into a dollop of blackberry merange.
He murmurs, "Duga, duga, duga", into his girl's ear,
and fills her head with eggplant from his tongue.

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