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:

Beneath Closed Eyes
Nicki1987

Beneath the sky of silent night in the soothing hours of twilight beneath the eyes of precious sight there in wonder shines a light, the light of a dream.
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She dreams of what is in her soul the jewel of life worth more than gold. And in her sleep still she smiles for where she is she'll dwell in for a while. She's in a breeze of blissful air, where arms of peace hold her there, she's in a song of much delight that sings of day and not of night, where sweet roses bloom and their not another victim of sorrows gloom. But yet where they live in graceful bliss, and there she'll dwell with in a lasting kiss, and her heart can be free so then she makes a tender plea, " wake me not to cause my tears, open not the door of endless fears, for when I wake I'll still have tasks so just let me hold on to this moment that's all I ask, and just before this moment dies, let me dwell in secluded peace beneath closed eyes." Beneath the sky of silent night in soothing hours of twilight, beneath the eyes of precious sight there in wonder shone a light, the light of a dream. So wake her not cold-hearted sorrow, but yet let her rise to meet tommorow, when the sun shines the light from above, let her remember how she dreamt of love.
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