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!

Random Poem:


The river shines at night
one long sliver of the moon
the hills rise up and argue across the valley
and there amid the brightness
and the darkness and the swiftness
and the speaking and the silence
I imagine what the rushes might be thinking:
does choosing make the  morning come, one wonders
then  hesitation
must make the night seem long
if the night is not a time to dream, to sail,
a bird with wings, another says
of eyes imagining their own brightness
even if it seems to fade
with the rising of the sun
though a thousand hills
dreaming the same thing
imagine they have glimpsed the truth
is truth a secret kept from rebels by the moon
another asks, certain of the opposite,
unable to explain
what makes the given suddenly so special,
how turbulence transforms
into works of the state of some secret art
river in the middle of the night
the spirits of the hills
on either side are flowing
down like rain
to you

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