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:

A Missing Piece

She imagined their life together
as a 4,000 piece cardboard jigsaw:
A dissected map in which they walked, sat, kissed.
His dark hued shapes gave substance to her shadow;
when he talked, she found the smooth edges
of her voice; when he joked she found the shades
of her smile and when he cooked,
she found irregular edges of appetite
She was surprised how much
she embraced puzzling and sometimes sat
late into the night to discover an interlocking
match, but there was always a piece missing.
She never felt able to cry out, triumphant,
in the small hours ‘I’ve done it.’
and as she continued night after night,
a third figure appeared amongst fragmented images,
often just a glimpse of fleeting dress or hair or flesh
then gradually more substantial: a hazel eye,
a knowing look, the sensuous curve of a lip.
One night she realised there was only
one scene of their puzzle in  which she still played
a part.
A forlorn figure who watched him walk away
and then she knew why difficult jigsaws have
no guide picture on the box. It is so their true subject
can remain a mystery until final shapes
are fitted

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