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:

The Dare

Tumble down sculpted steep scree to track side,
silence the only incumbent. Land flat footed,
knees bleed, chest heaves, grimy clothes
smeared with mud; shoes scuffed on side
of granite buttress. Dank smell of damp mattress
dumped in Spring invades Autumn's leaf blown air.
Don't linger, dart into tunnel, ignore No Entry sign,
weave, crouch, stare straight ahead,
clearing sleepers, three at a time.
Dark provides its own light where drips echo in limbo.
Frightened rats scuttle flustered, searching shelter,
huddle away from unaccustomed company.
Splash through oily puddles,
eye catches cold gleam of metal bar above.
Jump, hold tight, close your eyes, tough it out,
stomach churns, cheeks burn,
fight the good fight with all your might.
hang like bat, but right way up.
Tune into distant roar, muscles taut, wait,
wait.  Hell's inferno bores down, draws closer,
then, fleeting blur of hurtling metal machine blows,
steams through, near enough to skin your nose,
rattles teeth in sockets, jerks catapult out of pocket,
gone in a flash, leaving smoke curled round still
suspended feet, clinging to eye lashes.
Clicking in line fades, turn towards pinprick light,
drop down, head back into brightness,
dare done.

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