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:

Paidagōgos Epiphanos

In Memorium: Sean Murphy, 1950-67
I was a teacher once
Until my pupil died in my arms
Then I was a teacher no more
I was merely a person who saw
That death is always near
And sometimes all too dear
I was a teacher once
Until my pupil died in my arms
And with a clarity I could no longer see
I embraced a discipline different
Trod new boards and grasped new props
With great ease and facility
Facing dearth where I could show great pain.
Then could I laugh at death
And Jape with him as I could not
When my pupil died in my arms
So I am a teacher no more
Robert LaGamba
Nassau, Bahamas
February 2009

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