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:

Dust Settles
cualquier

Dust settles like people in taverns, between city
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buildings jutting upwards like swaying arms
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risen to colourmark juxtaposition
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between the lack of colours below them.
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It's brushed aside by wind into piles,
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like displaced sediments in a confined room,
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painted golden-brown like the age-old unhealthy tan on
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people's backs, someone forgot to sweep up.
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In the night, dark-green trees turn black,
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like reconnaissance soldiers under the cover of false pretense
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that poetry's remnants, ignored, streaked on sidewalks,
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will not be their fate as well --
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where tattoo cords on debris' wrinkled skin
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filled with sweat, grime, and traces of reverie
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mockingly snicker, laces of cigarette smoke point with
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exclamations of "You will separate!"
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Then, arms extended in every possible direction,
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brighter leaves leap with old in every possible location;
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hands are held and girths are embraced,
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feet are traced where they are with where they had been --
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raising holiday lights entwined around their arms
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like strings of a stanza's lines, as wind blows trees chant
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'forget-us-nots', bleed chlorophyll, attempt to attract attention;
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assuring themselves something will remain intact in a
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golden-brown room of a house that just isn't occupied anymore.
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