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!

Random Poem:

This is my chair, and it is what it is.

The easy laughter of little girls,
filters across the chilly lake to me.
My mother used to say,
(with a smile that was trying too hard)
"soon you'll be running from the little boys"
(across the lake who tease the girls with
8-legged creatures held tight in their fists).
Now she doesn't even come along
when I wheel myself out onto the lake:
thinking I am killing myself with wishing,
When all I am thinking is that
acceptance was bitter,
but sitting here is so sweet.
"come on mother, let what's real be!"

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