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:

Winter Heavens.

This night sharp, alive, frost leaps off the very edge of earth.
This night understood as truth, this vast expanse of globe, is real home,
Far more than cosy nests we hard struggle to maintain.
Look down the path, each tree shivers and thrives with swarming, squirming inconvenient rushing life.
A Life that throbs in the living 'me' -  Could I revive the dead with a gesture?
This life enfolds us all, and  we see it surround and quite drown the glistening river  of death
For we must not kneel as cattle, unknowing our fate.
No, walk and wake to the radiance,  radiance rings us round.
Suddenly, we know, that our haven is to have felt, however dimly,
This sharp and stirring night.

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