- poems: 46,839 (8,247 active)
- comments: 311,579
- ratings: 113,853
- average rating: 7.5
- forum posts: 248,474
- users: 10,198 (126 active)
- current users: 0
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?
Development updates from Twitter:
|The Name of Injury|
I have learned never to ask the name of injury--
but I pay that no attention.
I was told it is better to learn everything, then
forget selectively than to never have
learned at all.
This is the one day of fall when
the world is warm and brittle, the wind just strong
enough to clear off the trees, Today leaves shake
to the earth in piles, push against curbs,
into alleys and street drains, where the final
cracks of their deaths cannot be heard.
My eyes close--
leaves roar by, shrapnel from an explosion, Shredded
air and sharp debris scarcely frighten me.
I pretend, I reduce the importance of disaster
around me. I disappear
to my smallest place.
(comment on this poem)