poetry critical

online poetry workshop

Current Stats
  • poems: 48,904 (6,791 active)
  • comments: 311,732
  • ratings: 115,486
  • average rating: 7.5
  • forum posts: 224,924
  • users: 10,154 (86 active)
  • current users: 0


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:

The Logic of The Bled Arm

Racing around
this circular avenue,
Glancing at the numerous
“no outlet” signs.
Gripping the steering wheel
like an outstretched hand
But one only of a nurse
sent to unplug the life support.
Folded at the knees
like a spineless believer,
only to my own ignorance.
The fear that keeps me
walking an imaginary line.
One that is curiously curved
to the right, constantly.
I’ve since traveled backwards
simply to shade my eyes,
From that which looms
in the distance ahead of me.
Emitting all of the joy
of a stillborn child,
A bliss encrypted in its own
carbon monoxide.
Daily I observe the terror
in the bloodshot eyes
of those who naively beg
for another lap,
one more time
around this dilapidated reality.
Once more please,
again, again, again.
If only to remain
in this confining comfort.
The prison cell of this,
this civilization
we’ve manufactured.
Dress the wounds just to live,
merely to exist.
Blind to the logic
of the bled arm,
Deaf to the relief
of those who have since gone,
Callous to the suffering
of those who wish to join them.

(comment on this poem)