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:

Parting
larrylark

Forests if they could,
 1
would have shaded into silver
 2
among ferns burnished with gold.
 3
Half remembered slivers of moon light
 4
seemed old,
 5
yet glistened, as we stood
 6
listening, intent, in silence.
 7
 
 
The violence of departure  
 8
wrenched in the gut, shrouded by mist
 9
we crossed to the bridge
 10
through refrigerated air  
 11
beneath clattering branches.
 12
 
 
The distant hospital groaned
 13
under weight of the surgeons knife
 14
as life came and went
 15
on the throw of a dice.
 16
The dead weight of mulch
 17
muffled our steps
 18
as reckless thoughts
 19
bled through our heads
 20
 
 
Slurry thickened where dark sap wept.
 21
I could have lain down and slept forever
 22
against the ill kept wall
 23
shielding an overgrown garden,
 24
yet still hurried on.
 25
 
 
Distant conversations and barking dogs
 26
blazed in that other world.
 27
Across England
 28
the exhausted fumes of yesterday
 29
were turning grey.
 30
The dye of tomorrow’s dawn was cast
 31
as we walked on alone,
 32
tethered to that curse,
 33
our final moments together.
 34
I don’t remember her last word.
 35

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