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:


Forests if they could,
would have shaded into silver
among ferns burnished with gold.
Half remembered slivers of moon light
seemed old,
yet glistened, as we stood
listening, intent, in silence.
The violence of departure  
wrenched in the gut, shrouded by mist
we crossed to the bridge
through refrigerated air  
beneath clattering branches.
The distant hospital groaned
under weight of the surgeons knife
as life came and went
on the throw of a dice.
The dead weight of mulch
muffled our steps
as reckless thoughts
bled through our heads
Slurry thickened where dark sap wept.
I could have lain down and slept forever
against the ill kept wall
shielding an overgrown garden,
yet still hurried on.
Distant conversations and barking dogs
blazed in that other world.
Across England
the exhausted fumes of yesterday
were turning grey.
The dye of tomorrow’s dawn was cast
as we walked on alone,
tethered to that curse,
our final moments together.
I don’t remember her last word.

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