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:

Once to Die-67

Their bullets, bite the dust
just the same as in the jungle
where a splat is heard
These too go astray, popping
the fern heads, along the way.
In a grimace of pain, the newly
wounded sometimes scream. This
was their fear, in this awkward
Though terror in their eyes, afraid,
like all others to cross over, to the
other side. In desperation they hold
on to what is left.
Looking for that close buddy, now
nearing deaths face. For the friend
there is nothing he can do.
At a distance, afraid of blood on
their chest, but not on their hands.
They cling for the moment.
I love you brother Marine,
is the thought on their minds,
for these men who were so close
at that time in their life.
Now facing separation this young
Marine leaves, pulling away, with a jerk...
once to die.
Mike Hendershot 2010

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