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:

Journey of a Nomad

A man got lost in a desert
Yet learned to love its landscape
and soon became a nomad.
He tried to make a shelter,
but sand is a weak foundation.
So he burned from the sun
froze from the moon,
drank from sweat and tears
devoured refusal to stop searching
for the promised land.
He collapsed by an oasis
upon a bleached sea of bones’
all laid facing west
reaching out from times savage breast
hollow eyed and all seeing
from hells cataract
where heaven is a mirage
unreachable as a woman.
Water filled the valleys
Of his cracked hands,
Hope filled his heart
Amongst the void.
He screamed out a name and a message
And the echo spat back just the name.
His words had reached her
And he said them again before he died
‘I love you’.
When he said it she awoke
And she whispered:
‘He has found me’
‘He is not gone’
‘But all around me’
'we are one'.
When she died she found him
On the sands of New Mexico
His tears had turned to jewels
And they made love on a grave
By a headstone which read:
‘There is no dead here’
‘Just love which lives eternal’.

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