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:

Growing Up Thalia
diz

Her mother bought a package of markers
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and she threw away every color
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except for gray, black and indigo
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"Thalia, Thalia
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pretty baby girl
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brush your long brown hair
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and wear something
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pink for a change."
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her Mother said.
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But pink isn't powerful,
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or oppressive or mysterious.
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So Thalia walked upstairs
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and sat down on her bed.
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She listened to "Wild Horses"
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and looked in the mirror and said
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"I can play by myself.
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I can live in my head"
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Thalia falls asleep
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and locks her jaws with wire.
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She's doesn't grind her teeth
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anymore.
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Instead she wears crushed velvet
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and drinks coffee with a straw.
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She talks with her eyes
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and knits a gray muffler
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as the yarn slides
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through her finger
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tips.
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