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 funeral and the table

China and lipstick
Cling film and crusts
Grandchild combed
Like corn to sickle.
A hot iron breathing
Black shirt grieving
Mother veiled leaving
Bored Aunt weaving.
Hearse black sky
Dressed for my Father
Moaning from the weight of dead
He is water on dust again.
Psalms murmured
Corinthians butchered
Organ fearing children
Vicar rejoicing
From the sound of his voice.
Treadmill to Jesus
In motion with Vivaldi
Goodbye Father
Flame to silt.
The slow procession exit
Gets faster from the grave
They remember the buffet
Striding to their cars
Curtain vultures wait
For tea and quiche lorraine.
Vicars egg mayo smile
Spitting my Fathers name
Your not fit to say it
You looked down on him in life
Down on him in death
No he looks down on you
Choking hypocrite.
I walked into his shed
Planed and finished his table
Then doused it in paraffin
And danced around the flame.

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