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:

On The Brink Of Awakening

what it meant to me...
a whirling cut-up
of cardboard and plastic (lovingly crafted)
and flew Crayola
crayons through the air
dancing in zero-gravity
pirouetting madly
and lasting for hours
battling in tours
a hero tragically passes..
you’re all glad to see the show
so pay up
you’re happily passive
and anyway
space is laughter‘s deepest cavity
so grab me and ask if
I can bring you back anything.
picture frames
with handled images
and cautious fingerprints
linger, in suspense
crinkled cigarettes mingled
with barrettes, and a single
white pony, running
and a single red dress
there’s a picket fence
out back, but it gets cold
so come inside and bask
away from panes
of viscous glass
and vicious shards
of past
I’ll keep you far from harm.
malignant hands
twirling in circus
while clocks burn up their gears
and stop
sprinkle purple and black magic
in the dust, a rabbit runs
the turtle grabs a bag of guns
in the end
might remind you of the dreams from
some boy under morphine

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