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:

Wild Geese

Once the first copper leaf passes us by your kitchen window
We know they will come
September skies filled with
Autumn leaves
Carried by the sun, pumpkin orange
And fire-engine red.
Neighborhood kids stomping the crisp rainbows of auburn
That landed in the gutter.
“Geese” you whisper,
And they come.
Quiet at first, anxious quiet.
They come, blanketing our park
The sky full of beating wings.
We always loved wings, you and I.
They come by passing, painted the color of fall leaves
Pungent and sweet from browning.
Some feel sad at their passing, but we smile
Knowing in every way that the speckled flyers will be gone and free
They are sailors of the wind
Tracers of the seasons
Their cry and honk and call
Piercing the naïve winter air,
And when the chunks of snow float in the pond
And all buds are swelled with apprehension,
We know they will come.

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