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:

World Wavering Away

The windowed wall let in
a tangerine, acidic light
sizzling through the powdered
foundation on the room.
A plastic tree dripped a citrus-
like pungency, emblazoning
the waxed apple green of the leaves,
and the sharpie black cracks of bark.
A peach-fuzzed orange rectangle
crept along the carpet,
Glinting with twitching stray strands,
and levitating luminescent dust.
An odor of rotten, brittle paper
hung, bundled like a pillow, in the air.
Sewn through it, was a chemical stink.
Careful crinkles through piles of leaves,
and rapid taps on keys were
thunking out of and plunking into a
glass-still sea of breath blowing
from vents above.
My legs were folded dead,
cradled over the table, like
robust vines wrapped on a roof.  
My chin was burrowed into my chest.
Camus rested on my lungs.
My eyelids fell to a neon-orange glow.
The world I don’t know
soon drifted off completely
on the winds of the vent,
to leave me with only stains
from its substance.

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