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:

Activities Of Exiled Andean Ladies

Its ever so chilly on warm summer evenings,
small weaving classes numb fingers and minds.
Its time for a start said the boy from the priesthood,
yet critiques on being take up most of his time.
The old ladies come not for idle sensation,
but from the imperious boredom of age.
With herring bone fingers they stitch vivid pictures,
of steel eyed invaders and jettisoned slaves.
Intentions however lie wrecked on the shoreline,
while bold Spanish soldiers put mountains to flame.
Like so many hot heads with week-end derangements,
they left their enticements to spread like a stain.
Deep shadows creep over engulfing the temple,
the glow of each star shines down like a curse.
They sing of Jerusalem yet no one can find it,
on the old parchment map in the cracked leather purse.
Its ever so chilly on late summer evenings,
paste jewellry classes are cut to the bone.
Exchanges through barter are all thay they need,
and economy's running on bright coloured beads.

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