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:

strange thing

Life is a strange thing.
every day we walk, in circles,
build sand castles and dream
of an emerald palace.
every day we try
to forget how moments silently slip
from present to past, slip
through our fingers, how winds
will carry our castles away,
grain by grain, for good,
for good.
every day we try,
to be sensible and
sensitive to other's
every day we try,
to score points in empty baskets,
to collect things,
like knowledge and glances
from a pair of pretty eyes.
Why, do we do this, why
do we try, every day,
to make a whale out of a goldfish?
Why, do we try to walk, over water
and fire, why do we color
our faces, with masks to hide
our tears and kisses to make our hearts grow
out of proportion?
Life is a strange thing.

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