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:


innocent, innocent blackness
swallowed the empty fields.
nothing could be heard
but God.
there she stood:
pink-lipped and trembling,
pure as a wedding dress.
she once was the sun.
her neck froze.
the cold chewed her up;
all she could see
was Heaven
but it was hollow and homeless.
her bones contorted.
everything she wished for
was nothingness.
'take my soul,' she uttered.
'i don't want it anymore'.
but she didn't have a soul
to surrender.
sadness infiltrated
and weighed her down,
like stones in the pockets
of a coward.
'heaven doesn't exist.'
her shadow danced
with the origins of earth,
searching for something to believe.
she had no muscles in her face,
no smiling
no sadness.
she was nothing
more than an empty shell
hollow as Heaven
but heavy as a heartbeat

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