poetry critical

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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:

hymn of the scarf (scarf song)

when i was five
the last thing
my mother said
before she left
was always keep
your trusty scarf close,
around your neck.
i walked to school
ten kilometers
through the forest
where shadowed beasts
with slitted eyes
watched hungrily,
the magic cloth fastened
around my neck.
the winds grew
malevolent and
knocked children
off their feet,
blowing them into
ditches of solitude;
i clung to the fabric
around my neck.
in class the teacher
spat vitriolic sneers
poisoning the air,
attacking me with words,
but i bowed my head
breathing through
woven green and black
around my neck.
my hands ached
with calluses of time
and wisdom,
gathered like berries
in the forest.
on my way home
a caribou trapped
in the brambles-
i rushed in, my scarf
snagged on a branch,
blown away by the
chiding breeze.
the thorny bits
withered at my touch,
bewildered animal paused
then vanished into night.
o mother,
the world is filled
with so much black,
but though my scarf
is gone,
the scarf song still hangs
in my heart and
around my neck.

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