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:


It was blustery and I could see the undersides
of blades of grass, blown back, blown forward
as chance wind willed. We ran. Pulled along,
I realised I was the only one being taken home
at this out of time and wondered. Wind snatched
at my words and my breath as I tried to ask why,
so I concentrated on running. I became Speed Girl.
If I turn back now, I can still feel the hand
in mine as it crushed my fingers; everlasting,
crushing cry of desperation and distress. Once home,
I burst into the dining room. There you were,
with the big girl from next door, sitting on her knee.
The radio played and your favorite picture book lay open.
We stared but did not speak. Our time for words was gone,
blown away on the chance wind. All that was left us now
was the wait. A wait that always ends in parting and silence.

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