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:

epiphany
embra

innocent, innocent blackness
 1
swallowed the empty fields.
 2
nothing could be heard
 3
but God.
 4
 
 
there she stood:
 5
pink-lipped and trembling,
 6
pure as a wedding dress.
 7
she once was the sun.
 8
 
 
her neck froze.
 9
the cold chewed her up;
 10
all she could see
 11
was Heaven
 12
 
 
but it was hollow and homeless.
 13
her bones contorted.
 14
everything she wished for
 15
was nothingness.
 16
 
 
'take my soul,' she uttered.
 17
'i don't want it anymore'.
 18
but she didn't have a soul
 19
to surrender.
 20
 
 
sadness infiltrated
 21
and weighed her down,
 22
like stones in the pockets
 23
of a coward.
 24
 
 
'heaven doesn't exist.'
 25
her shadow danced
 26
with the origins of earth,
 27
searching for something to believe.
 28
 
 
she had no muscles in her face,
 29
no smiling
 30
no sadness.
 31
she was nothing
 32
 
 
more than an empty shell
 33
hollow as Heaven
 34
but heavy as a heartbeat
 35

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