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:

Natalie
PeaceNik

She sees beauty in everyday things,
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Like dusk-fallen skies and rust-eaten sheds,
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She sees light in the sight of decay,
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And marvels at the start of every new day,
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And she finds time,
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Even when she feels the wet on her cheeks,
 6
To chase trains,
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Who could explain the feelings she feels,
 8
When picking through paper and cellophane reels,
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Or the pounding her heart can't contain,
 10
With arms flung wide open to receive the rain,
 11
 
 
But she finds time,
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Even when she feels her face turning gray,
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To chase trains,
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And folks all inquire,
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In their homes they conspire,
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As to what sort of young woman,
 17
Finds peace on the tracks,
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Among warped wooden planks,
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And overgrown banks,
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With Fireflies to greet her,
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When night turns pitch black,
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She sees you,
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Just a face in the crowd,
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When you thought you had gone,
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She calls you right out,
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And she offers a soft-spoken word,
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That ideas are golden,
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You're not the others,
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And please find time,
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Even when you feel the wet on your cheeks,
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To chase trains.
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