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:

The house and the field

My house has one door
weathered from her beating.
I watch her from two windows
frightened to let her in.
My house has no neighbors
it was furnished once
until all that filled it
left it cold and derelict.
My house is cracked and crumbling.
Light used to shine through the windows,
now all is dark and the only sound
Is a wind that leaves a scent of wine,
and a name that flecks from it’s walls.
My house is where she lives,
where she left, and where she haunts.
The place she died
where a chorus of empty coathangers
dress me in naked truths.
My house is where I’ll die
and she will knock no more.
The windows will be shuttered
and the door will blow open
to the field where we were born
from three words and two screams,
and I will be home once more.

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