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:

Forgive me Desert, for I am but a Fractured Fool

I swear on the graves of everyone you ever loved
I will not swear or speak ill of your beliefs.
Or pray you would pant for me and not him.
I know I am always joking in the corners, kicking back your smile
which is always in my head.
Would it surprise you if I told you, your Dad
convinced me long ago I was corrupting you
and he told me to leave,
"Hit the road" were his exact words. A secret
I have kept for years because your Dad was right.
The happiness I reveal is only 30% pure--
the other 70 is male make-up, penciled in
with a sharp memory of what we had when we were young.
Innocence and board games,
playing ring around the rosy with bikes and bottle rockets.
I may have sailed off the Summer of 94, to fish
with the men and scour the ocean for solace, but
the sea was a bitch that year.
Your laugh was an echo of the storms I sustained
And I let the waters use me, strike me, starve me of settling down.
Conscious of your addled heart
I left shivering in Mojave.

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