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:

The Film Maker's Mother

Well known in every European casino
of note, she would alight from the Daimler,
a woman of consequence. A flunky
carried the parcel, wrapped in brown paper,
tied with string and sealed with wax,
Sometimes a Picasso, a Renoir, Degas
cloaked by the cover. Word went out
when she was in the house.
She was the high roller, the deep pockets,
profligate, spender, squanderer.
They loved her.
Her husband an art collector,
man of substance. He bought
for investment. Art is a good bet,
and the Belle Epoque knew it.
The funereal wintry sameness
of old age can bring an inkling
that there’s nothing left to lose.
Hanging paintings in dusty rooms
saps their spirit, so she swapped them
and revelled in her stake and chips

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