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:

Man Who Fell To Earth.

It's your urgent shout
not mine,
I'm laid on a towel
engaged with sunshine,
you with cement,
weight of grout to bind.
Milk my kindness?
Jump wall?
Beat on stalled heart?
Bring back to life?
Don't think so.
It's your mess,
my time.
When vultures fly
I'll throw birdseed,
steer them in,
plant a sign.
Heard the proverbial
pin drop this Sunday;
no D.I.Y.
All stopped,
shut eye;
and yours,
torn from sockets,
swallowed whole,
picked as swift
as burglar picks
rich man's pocket,
I crow.
That quiet night
I lay,
staring at shadows
in starlit skies,
my eyes wide open.
And yours?
Shat straight back
into mine.

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