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:

Villa Bellmont

that’s how it started
with a casual hard rock beginning
innocence blaring
untouched purity
that slowly began to transform
then we started strumming
to the oh so familiar folk tunes
but we did this to ourselves
we busted every damn string we could
with depleted fingertips
so raw they could be called
look at us
just toy soldiers
protesting uphill
with steel-toed boots
and fists clenched
like our frivolous superficiality
would make some sort of
or distinguished difference
this time
it was just another case of the
she did’s
and she did nots
that always won
hands down
over candor
but nonetheless
we took it all in
and lapped up
sad amounts of
tough love
like a pup
with a brutal thirst
that never gets fulfilled
then an unexpected triple threat
had advanced in my direction
erasing and eroding
everything consequential
that mattered to me
now I drive unaccompanied
with only the headlights guiding me
and I remember the time
I slept alone on the couch
with two closed doors down the hallway
and my covered body
in the wide open living room
I don’t need anyone’s advice
or kind words
sometimes it suits me well
and other times, I find
I’m just talking to myself

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