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:

Nothing good, ever starts with, 'I remember'.

I remember, of days past, with sun and chlorine filled holes in the ground.
How absently, I lost my grip on the large, yellow tube. The one with the two handles, specially bought for my younger self.
I sank, so slowly at first, vision obscured, as I struggled to grasp on to the life-saving device.
My heart beat up through my ears, thrumming. Gnawing.
Hair, pleasantly spiraling infront of burning eyes, cheeks puffed, mouth puckered, resembling the face made when eating a sour lolly.
I pondered, how hard it would be, to let go, drop down, and walk, flatfooted to the shallow end.
It could have been hours, until I was lifted back up, nonchalantly by a familial bond, familiar face.
Devoid of time, I settled to open my bloodshot eyes, and pretend I was a gentle mermaid.

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