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:


Where growth comes
from a catatonic aura.
Our mother had died recently,
when alcohol's weight  swelled to a
plastic coffle.
And we were taken and given
back       to our mother—
desperate for control and embrace
in a dying shake.
Scores of bells and mirror
turned harmony
a gamine's projection—
dissonant officials landing
to separate us, like
litter turned animal
and singing.
We burned our home
and fled to compose
into the blinding
ridge. For cover
we held up slabs
of steel echoes—
claiming knowledge
of our spot of sky.
Our vast new
cecity scared
blue catches
in might
that can't darken
or claim any
rise in shadows
drowning, the
depths of forced
sleep; anesthesia
wept at the caustic
chill prophets
of a mother's bone—
identifying  her hidden

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