poetry critical

online poetry workshop

Current Stats
  • poems: 49,088 (6,634 active)
  • comments: 316,251
  • ratings: 115,967
  • average rating: 7.6
  • forum posts: 225,077
  • users: 10,134 (77 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:

Mananger, The Painter

A boss walks into a room
Much like a painter looks at an empty canvas
He takes his hands and directs the colors
Making everything flow together
Blending, he sets his soul into doing the day's work
He half-heartedly loves the work
And the other half hates how it tortures his soul
He wants his workers to shine with brilliance
To illuminate this empty building
And while some shine, others fade
Eventually they will get covered by other colors
And the canvas will look the same as when it was started
He begs and pleads for some kind of sign to show him what is right
But he can only follow his gut
He can only do what is best and most pleasing for eyes
Soon, his work is done, but he is still not satisfied
"There's something there that wasn't before,
But everything here craves for more"
And as he walks out of his office
He feels compelled to talk to his colors
To tell them how much he loves them
How he cares for them
How he would be nothing without them
but they will never see him as the creator
He is just another hand telling them what to do
And that is the definition of loneliness

(comment on this poem)