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 early morning’s chilly breeze
Whistles through the naked trees
The soft dew fallen in my hair –
A beaded crown I now do wear.
Then, turning to the sun’s first light
I bear witness to a wondrous sight –
A perfect circle, bright and fair –
So common and yet still so rare.
Around and round the spinning starts –
Lifting soul and warming heart.
Spinning so the sun might see
It’s own light enter into me.
The spinning stops, the waltzing ceases
And I am looking for the pieces
Of my life, before the dawn –
The light that made the world reborn.
I pause to catch my breath and then
I find the sun’s moved on again.
My brief chase is to no avail –
The sun departs this golden vale
And the world is as it was before.
Carry on, I must! Yet evermore
I remain. Sadly though, it travels far
That ever-brilliant, distant star.
The darkness growing round-about
Steals colour, and I come to doubt
How again the sun could shine?
Into the dark abyss of mine…
But before the long, cold night is done
I turn, surprised to greet the sun.
Not spreading light across the land,
But clasping my big clumsy hand.

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