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:


In a great hall of mirrors,
a girl tries on a stranger’s face,
hands held out to a lover,
shards of silvered glass dripping like rain
as her hero walks through layers
of distant calliope music, watching
a kaleidoscope of color as she
changes from his heroine to his whore.
A crowd is always there,
like a flutter of kittiwakes
longing for waves, finding their ocean
is too far below, fledglings falling
to thistle and claw.
Colored horses gallop away to the hillside,
where gravestones dance in anticipation,
and rain is the only music,
the sky's silver shards dripping
like fingers letting go of a mirror,
where heros change their expectations
in front of a grown woman's flickering eyes.
Time passes unseen over the faces
in the crowd, their hopeful gazes
becoming stone masks,
as they wait their turn at the gate,
tickets and mirrors in hand,
paid in advance.

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