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:

Is This My Country?

City of my joy, city of my dreams
Under water and forgotten
Corpses floating by
Babies dying
Young and old blacks, old whites
That could be my grandmother
Dead in her wheelchair
Or my brother’s corpse
Floating in the water
My President is bragging about his war
Surrounded by white-clad sailors
Spending the night in the white Hotel del Coronado
While blacks, mostly blacks
Suffer and die
The aid trickles in
More die by the hour
Donate to the Red Cross
I do so but feel worthless nonetheless
It is not what I can or cannot do
Do or do not do
That would save those people
It is what my society
My government
My leaders
Are able to do
They disappoint me
And I am ashamed
Of the government
Of the society
I call my own
And am part of
And am at least in part responsible for
I’ll become better than that
And settle for nothing less
From those who lead me
Goodbye New Orleans
I’ll see you again on the other side of this nightmare

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