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:

Milburn
peacetonight

love for earthy tones
 1
the crisping and crunching
 2
of perfect apples in our mouths
 3
and leaves under the arches of our feet
 4
 
 
we snuck out to the creek
 5
stepped on rusty nails
 6
found dirty magazines
 7
saw who could climb through the hole in the fence
 8
without getting stuck
 9
 
 
left our Frisbees in the middle of the side walk
 10
tracked mud through the apartment
 11
with our adidas sambas
 12
 
 
rode our bikes around the circle
 13
until the training wheels subsided
 14
climbed trees with our tiny limbs
 15
and helped birds with broken wings
 16
 
 
kick ball champions
 17
with ghost men on third
 18
stressing the no bounce rule
 19
and just to catch it in that air
 20
 
 
swing contests at the park
 21
talking about a boy who flipped over once
 22
racing through the fields with rosey cheeks
 23
skinning our knees through our levis
 24
 
 
and the november leaves fell for good
 25
we raked and jumped in constant cycles
 26
made a collage of orange and yellow with our bodies
 27
 
 
watched the trees become lonely
 28
like the adults we'd be someday
 29
 
 
the only time we thought it was beautiful
 30
to watch things die
 31
 
 
was the only time we ever felt alive
 32

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