poetry critical

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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:

when my father died

When my father died,
the hospital's chaplain
                 met me at the door,
                 took me down the hall,
                 sat me in a room,
                 broke to me the news.
I couldn't help but think
                 this is what she was paid for,
                 that these walls are an awful
                                              shade of death.
Yes, and they surely don't comfort me
and neither could she.
This is what she was paid for
and neither could she.
They took me to my father
(or the shell that remained).
She put a hand on my back
(as if that action alone would guide me forward)
but I stood there frozen.
I was frozen
and somehow
the entire world seemed cold.
Her hands were cold.
The chair was cold.
These walls were cold.
My tears were cold.
My papa was cold.
And by the time mom finally showed up,
I was cold.
I guess I figured...
.. if everything was set to be cold,
at least my frigid actions would be a choice.

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