poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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Welcome!

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 is a fickle thing
silentspring

They took me through a hole
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newly torn in the wall
 2
so that I might not wander back
 3
and left my eyes open to watch the sky.
 4
Twisted thorned flowers into my hair,
 5
barbaric after death,  they chuckled,
 6
knowing me a match for the underworld.
 7
With oil soaked cloth in my mouth
 8
and calla lillies at my feet
 9
I was lit aflame
 10
and shoved from the life
 11
I had worked so hard to understand.
 12
 
 
There was a promise whispered
 13
in the slide of the waves against the hull
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and it was new to me, this language
 15
of solidarity.
 16
 
 
With such good intentions
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they adorned me with notes
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and fast fading memories
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surrounded me with love,
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and words of safe passage to the next world.
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but never once checked if I were alive.
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