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:

Death has come and made Life real
Zero-Equals-

The gray of drab November rain,
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Clings to my cheeks, like ice tears.
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See the quivering of my soul,
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Shaking beneath my frozen skin.
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A child has died today.
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Can you know such dread as touches me?
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My son has fallen in the night.
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His steps once sure, are silent.
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A breath like icy crispness hangs upon his corpse.
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The crystals shine as jewels.
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But oh, for all the diamonds of the world,
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That would I gladly give, and more, for him.
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How can I bear the knowledge that shatters all illusion?
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Can love break apart the cold and lifeless lips,
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And place the warmth of living breath within?
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Will the sun ever rise again?
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In the darkness, mumbling incoherent mutterings of grief,
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Broken and sliced open with shards of desolation,
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A drop of love in ocean's sorrowful depths reminds me:
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Death has come, and made life real.
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