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:

Tybalt's Lament

The funeral bell this day does chime,
and for a man still in his prime.
A tragic note, a sad affair
that shall drive many to despair,
For the nephew of Old Capulet
is now the one we must regret.
‘Twas always looking for a duel,
refusing to be played a fool.
A fiery boy, unsatisfied
burning with his wanton pride,
He looked for flaws and ever found
that all too many did abound
In Montagues. The haggard foe,
whose wrongs would oft set him aglow.
The boy could fight, he could fight well
as he would be the first to tell,
and though he lapsed into dishonor,
we never thought he’d be a goner.
A duel! Said he, and ‘fore he knew
Young Romeo had stuck him through.
In fair Verona, now he lies
and though his mother ever cries,
Tybalt shall surely never rise.

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