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:

And she said to me...

I told my best friend
Something she needed to hear,
No, what she wanted to hear
And I played the guitar
Than ever,
Though still, not
Very well.
Last night I let myself sink into my bed and cry
Like a child,
Which is what I am
And I won
A little war,
But lost the battle
I lost the battle.
she looked at me
With such delicacy
And all I could think
(it could work)
was how my beautiful dress
was getting tear-stained
(or maybe that was me)
And its selfish,
I know
But will you keep me up tonight?
I don’t want to go to bed
I’m leaving my home.
Walter Cronkite is whispering in my ear
And the television’s still on,
It’s killing me
And you’re hurting me
When you look at me
Like that
Like you understand
Where I’m coming from
than some of the time.
Some of the time
I’m killing myself
Or maybe,
I’m just dying
And I’m doing nothing
By standing by
Please don’t leave me here.

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