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:

after the hit and run

my father was underneath a metal blanket
in the back of the emergency room
his pupils were large empty coals and
his face was the color of dead leaves
his palm stuck out from underneath the metal blanket
i placed my palm against his
it was wet and cold and
evaporated all the moisture from inside my mouth
there where his left leg should have been
the metal blanket laid down almost flush with the bed
his lips pulled back from his teeth
he closed his eyes and
the thin lines of breath he forced through his constricted throat hammered
icicles along my spine and
froze my windpipe
after the doctors wheeled him away i
sat across from my mother in the waiting room
i looked up from the floor and saw her biting her finger and quivering
like a raindrop clinging to the branch of an oak tree
during a thunderstorm
then for the first time ever
the hornets came
i held my hands over my mouth
but they stung my fingers
flew down my throat
tied my chest into knots and
carved rivers down my face

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