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 insurrection fell from the sky.
It was time to act.
Time to hack. They took their hatchets,
a doorway to freedom, and went
through the town, raiding through the place
they'd been all those years, the place
they didn't call home.
The most misguided, tired of being a
smudge on the horizon, went to his former
owner's plantation and slaughtered
the parents, with the unforgiving brutality he
was forever taught how to employ.
Went to the child's room. He was ten.
The African took his hatchet and swung
it over the child's chest, again,
again, crying in feigned absolution as
he did so. The blood penetrated the killer's
eyes, loosening red tears of violence
and learned hatred.
He died early. Buried himself with the child's
muffled screams. Engraved stolen blood
on his epitaph, shackled by his hatred.

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