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:


I shall build a house into a hill,
more cave than castle,
with black goats on the roof
to trim green thatch.
There will be chickens
pecking in the grass
for fattened grubs and grain,
eggs with deep yellow yolks
and I, in apron and floured hands,
will bake amazing things.
Neighbors will visit,
following their noses to the end
of a gustatory rainbow and unpaved road.
When I die, I shall need no grave other than this -
my roof and walls, my old familiar things,
a lock upon the door to say I’ve gone.
The goats and I shall sit upon the roof,
watching my children put flowers in old vases,
looking up, wishing I were there
while I wave and call invisibly, “Hello, hello,”
my laughter woven into their hair like lamb’s wool,
like motherhood.

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