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:


Moscow midwinter
In the bleak dead light
A girl shines.
Her coat is ragged, scarred
With legions of battering blizzards
Her face, young, hardened
To poverty, hunger, ice
She walks home in the cold.
And the corner between her house is full
Of the homeless
And she tries to brush past but
She can’t.
So she waits.
On the corner, she sees it.
Wrapped in a blanket
Like it’s waiting
For someone.
The proud sweep of the Italian neck
The strings of carved metal
Strung with blood and sweat
And laughter and love.
So she touches it
Marvels at the ringing
Of the wood in the night
And her face lightens
She smiles, soft childish innocence
And she plucks the strings
Making no real tune, but a
Song nonetheless.
And then; she is called in.
She looks regretfully back, but
Dinner in its hot pot beckons.
She smiles, gives a small wave
Jumps inside the heated house
And leaves the violin.
Outside, in the dark, it weeps snow.

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