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 Goblet Soldier

Where he uttered his Mothers name
letters wrote ink swirls in syrup puddles.
Through his fist arches a silver chain
led to a goblet darling face
so ornate it shone through blood.
He let go of him in a cloud of chokes.
Men became mountain and river
of buoyed eyes opening and closing
wives and mothers sailed like ships to limbs
all of their sons – harbours.
Today he sailed a guild of names.
At Edward Powell he murmured a prayer,
his fingers rested in surname swirl cots
‘I’ll be waking you soon you lazy sods’.
He left a salute hanging from a cross
it had a face so ornate that it shone
in fleck paint shadows.

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