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:

Bleeding Statue

Statues are built of cluster
Of gravel, pebbles and sand
Its man who molded their form
Unlike man who’s handwork of God/
No remorse nor sorrow nor torment
Not even lore to what’s world
That could be perceive by them
Cause their heart couldn’t comprehend/
They take the form of human’s desire
Couldn’t even pother nor demur
The form that human created
To be their identity, their skin/
Somehow I feel like I am a statue
Pretending I didn’t have a heart
And that I am like a stone
I try not to empathize the feeling/
Somehow I feel like I am a statue
Pretending that I am strong
And that hurricane can’t crash me
Nor ruptured my being frangible/
But that wasn’t reality, just pretends
And statue doesn’t seem to what I’ve thought
For it reach its terminal like I do
And bleeds as I do bleed too

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