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 Sadness Bell

The sadness bell
She's gone, taken, lifted up, left.
I feel numb, surreal, empty, bereft.
I cry, but just for what she left behind.
Because she is okay now - she doesn't mind.
The pain she had has now said a final goodbye.
She's up with the Angels now and flying high.
Smiles aplenty and hearty laughs once again.
Just like once before, just like way back when.
I smile as I think that her sufferings gone.
For I know it's true she will forever live on.
And we grieve for her body has left this plane.
But she's smiling down trying to ease our pain.
It was a wonder, a privilege, a joy to have known.
The wonder of her love she has unreservedly shown .
And we feel it all the more because of that gift.
A blade jagged and bloody turning a slow long twist.
The pain will ease, the hurt will subside in time.
Hard to imagine now as I write down this rhyme.
But she taught to grasp each happy joyful thought.
I will obey her wishes her life was not for naught.
My siblings and I, my father and friends as well.
And every one who knew her, are in a grieving hell.
Waves of grief wash over and burst into salty tears.
No pill to ease the sadness bell ringing in our ears.

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