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:

Accompany Me in the Silence

grab the hand that is outstretched
from rays of sun
raise your voice and rant
at this series of thoughts made of red clay.
bake with me an imagination cake in chaotic rooms
start with a sugar based batter as you step forth and cheer
licking the chocolate covered wooden spoon
that will one day be served as silverware for our last meal.
ask the world why they cry
bend over backwards trying to find a whisper among the screams
the surrender of our souls when we pound the floors wanting to fly
away to somewhere beyond a rainbow in our dreams.
walk with me over the roaring rivers
our sneakers touching the dry water
sewing buttons to attach our souls to our shirts like name tags as we shiver
those tiny metal monopoly dogs collected in the dust to barter.
accompany me in the silence
stare off into the dooming darkness our minds ever reeling
faint voices in the distance ask us if we are happy and hence
laughter bursts out inside of us as we start counting cracks in the ceiling
lie in the grass and stare at the sky
thinking about nothing yet receiving resistance
looking for patterns in all of these lies
reasons to listen to the thunder in the distance.
a better life instead of all this silence
Marked by the concrete tears that fall from the heavens yet are just beyond your reach
The suffocating air full of understanding tells you all you have to do is have reliance
upon a friend as you walk towards the setting sun on a dying beach

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