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:

Bye, Mom

I sang her a song while she worked quietly at dying
in a room with too many flowers, too little light.
In a borrowed chair, I rocked as I sang,
tears flowing unchecked down my face.
Her eyelids never flickered, never a stray bit of dream
to liven the needles dancing steadily on a flat screen,
not even the edges of her lips turning up slightly
to show her appreciation, even if I’m off-key
but she was never the kind of woman to sit and do nothing
so it came as no surprise that she had to move,
to own this moment, if only to speed
her heart along its way to silence.
A blip of sound, a long, slow sigh of breath
and she was gone.
I kept singing, near the window, where
the curtain suddenly danced, where light
now streamed in, while the doctor stood
quiet as a stone, listening to a strong voice
singing with me from the other side of the room
and on down the long empty hall.

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