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:

Bye, Mom
Isabelle5

I sang her a song while she worked quietly at dying
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in a room with too many flowers, too little light.
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In a borrowed chair, I rocked as I sang,
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tears flowing unchecked down my face.
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Her eyelids never flickered, never a stray bit of dream
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to liven the needles dancing steadily on a flat screen,
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not even the edges of her lips turning up slightly
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to show her appreciation, even if I’m off-key
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but she was never the kind of woman to sit and do nothing
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so it came as no surprise that she had to move,
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to own this moment, if only to speed
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her heart along its way to silence.
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A blip of sound, a long, slow sigh of breath
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and she was gone.
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I kept singing, near the window, where
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the curtain suddenly danced, where light
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now streamed in, while the doctor stood
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quiet as a stone, listening to a strong voice
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singing with me from the other side of the room
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and on down the long empty hall.
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