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:

Dublin To Shannon
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I dug for hobos of Harcourt Street
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With flesh spades came copper punts
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The old one held silver
 3
and a numb dog.
 4
 
 
They called me a model.
 5
Said I resembled a young Olivier
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and Mary gave me heather
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luck and a curse.
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A Dublin Prince has died
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Killed by the British
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he was twenty one.
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I bury him daily in my hands  
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and all I smell is foil and heather.
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The hour is twenty one,
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its hand draws darkness
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And the expression of Christ
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When thorns were pressed.
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The crown fits me well
 18
Fill your chalice Jesus
 19
You like a strong red
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And I was made in Dublin
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Lost on the way to God
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that I found west in Shannon.
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