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:


raw and un-altered -
a war that rages
but leaves few casualties;
soothing nerves
and somehow uniquely expressing frustrations
not its own.
rippling in waves, turning in an instant,
rumbling with the threat of explosions
which come, not as mushrooms in the distance,
but as scattered, darting pencil lines
barely seen, missed in blinking,
breaking the oppressive rumblings
in momentary flashes of inspiration -
if you close your eyes, the sounds
are natural but filled with rage, but-an-instant
lines become sudden blossoms of red on closed lids
followed by vibrations almost felt
and then realized in -
and then in stops and for a while
all you can hear,
is the rain.
soothing balm,
which patterns off leaves and stone and lamp-posts all alike.
an echo, synchronization is momentary -
binding all matters of the world under one comforting, life-giving
patterns undefined
and shattered  - in relaxing -
by a true explosion.
remaining still, a war that rages
but leaves few casualties;
soothing nerves,
temporarily ending conflict
and uniquely expressing frustrations
all its own.
charged atmosphere, pressure on the brain,
blind eyes seek to see the falling pieces but also
seek the momentary flashes and impressions in the dark -
arching, reaching, leaning over skies in heart-beats
erratic and speeding as though inspired by drug-induced
defying spatial expectations
in direction you can't quite describe
until over-taken by the final following waves,
the final standing ovation
that last roll of thunder.

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