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:

The Spirit Inn: Liverpool 1957

A blare of noise and the smells of contraband,
Christ enters and stands and raises His right hand,
The crap band was renamed "Meat, Two Veg and Bread,"
"Satan leave it," Christ then defiantly said.
He leaves Lennon instantly, the boy secured,
Young Lennon is now safe and completely cured.
Sat at the bar, Christ talks to an avid fan,
Placing His hands on him he cures the old man
Of his blindness and weakness in his knee,
So thrilled, he danced, whoopee! Belief was the key.
A vivid white light glowed around Christ's soft form,
The tears flowed as when He died and was reborn.
Emmanuel's hurt redeemed all humankind,
Lennon's "cool" red fender was "a total find."
"You really the son of God?" a codger asked,
Perfect divinity can never be masked.
Music of life and light danced with Genesis,
My booze, my twiglets. The picture that you kiss.

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