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:

National Monkies Scattered During a Time Of War

The boy fell off his go-cart after speeding into a hay wall.
My eyes watered, hands shuffled nervously in my back pockets.
He stumbled up, smiled, and said,
"I wish the war would end.
I cannot remember when the blood first started spilling,
but hopefully I will remember when it stops."
I handed my life away in a self-addressed envelope, so that I may someday retrieve it back.
If I go under, there may not be enough air for me to hold my breath for a couple minutes.
Like a parade celebrating the Chinese New Year, my body vehemently sways along the caliber of my brothers.
The sand slows my pace, the vest's weight quickens my breathing.
I keep writing letters, yet no one will ever read them. Mind is filled with blank expressions, empty thoughts.
The boy fell off his go-cart after speeding into a hay wall.
Examining his scabbed knees, the wooden rubbish is picked up and the boy walks to his parents on the track's edge.
My eyes scan the ground, I kick the sand and pebbles.
My head will never be shaved again.

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