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!

Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

Den of the Dreamer

Every night, its every light
is powered bright above a lake,
on a forested,
Northern California hill.
It is in vain,
blatant, Mediterranean,
dotted with irresponsible-seeming
Outside multitudes of lights
pall and charm,
flood a massive area
of doll-white cement
and disarm the wilderness,
magnifying the clone,
peach-walled nuisance.
They tax a haven
and come
dumbly out of place,
wealthy commuters'
poles planted self-importantly,
anti-naturally, denying how
the other appears so special,
more in its right place.
Do you think I wrong
to only value the tucked
as it sits within flowing
of trees' shade?
(Cool enough, handsome,
quiet, and one side
sunshinedly humble.)
Its ruins one may never see,
if and when, blending in
to its woodland surroundings
and me-
I imagined dreaming there,
and wonderbeing
near a black bear,
calling back memories
and animals in retreat.
Insight and g's alive:
I respect its better balance.
In these times,
It looks a rebel, lodge-like,
neat and pine-sweet,
fitting right in
without a hint
of overdone concrete.

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