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:


In a frigid haze
late one night,
sedation brought you
with no consent,
it brought you.
With vacant eyes,
i scaled the rigid plaster
searching for rabbit holes,
awaiting my poison
yes-with these eyes
my eyes that once saw God
in the dense wilderness
beyond those lion pillars,
in jagger-worn masonry,
stained by the guts
of Indian berries,
and the ghostly laughter
that whistles in
on the wings of willow ropes.
its amusing
how those Quarry-calluses
comforted a child's fears
"the daddy-long
are attracted,
by the curiosity
of curling bark"
"how foolish" id reply
each word jotted down,
carved regrettably to heart.
over rusted chicken wire
ash burned fingers
fiddled skillfully
in the rotted brush
beyond the crooked crosses
promises lay silenced
beneath spring garden creek.
Marlboro bring nostalgia
as Jack replenishes my veins
"don't be foolish
you're already home"
somehow, i still taste
mint-hue and stagnant fortresses,
on my breath again.
somehow- i still feel warmth
in snake hole'd barrels,
once again.

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