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:

Fabricating a Beginning

Come, sit with me by the pool,
it's dark and a silhouette of the moon lays on the water.
Talk to me, tell me more about yourself.
Tell me something nobody else knows.
Don't pay attention while I avoid your eyes,
I'll smoke a cigarette to distract from my shaking hands.
Come, dangle your feet in the water with me,
the skin on your legs looks almost blue in the chlorinated water.
You look so beautiful, I still can't quite look into your eyes.
Your eyes that change color, blue now.
Blue as if they were deep pools of your thoughts and memories,
your intentions, good and bad, parts of you I do not yet know. But I will.
Come, it's cold, slide closer to me,
lean your head on my shoulder.
I'll place my arm around you, and instantly you'll feel warm.
Keep talking, every word rolls off of your toungue,
gently holding my attention, my ears locked onto your voice.
I'll hang onto your every word, like a child holding onto school yard monkey bars,
too afraid to fall, though I have before,
but wanting to see how long I can hold on.
Come, kiss me.
Let me take your lips with mine,
let us feel the spark of a first kiss that is sure to lead to many more.

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