poetry critical

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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:

A Work of Mourning

I wonder whether anyone is listening
to the cries of people in the world,
ideas, complaints, demands.
'We need food,' they say.
'We need water and shelter,
shoes to walk
to work in your fields
and factories.'
I wonder if anyone can hear
their words, if anyone
quiets to listen.
There is so much joy
in the games of children.
Why is it impenetrable to me?
What is this great melancholy,
which sets me trembling
like a parking ticket
stretched across a windscreen?
How do we carry on
as though nothing is happening,
while the world's poor
plead for attention?
How do we ignore
the wars and want
as meaningless
9 to 5's
escape int
And when I attempt
to speak,
and relay wretched
words and phrases,
I am met with
critical inattention:
'We'd prefer your
witness with silent appeal;
do not cloud the range
of our pleasures,
our homes may be built in
bones, but our lives run removed
from the roar;
we'd rather fein deafness
than listen as death
cries out, defense
I take in their words too,
for I am mute witness,
destined to fill pages with dust.

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