poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

Adoration
Dheroan

She told you that we’re leaving you today.
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Your façade is a vacant residence;
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its eyes, the windows shuttered long ago,
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distinguish only dollar signs
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and the scarlet hatred that I shrink from.
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I wish that I could burn you,
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remind you that you treasured me.
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Tear the sneering flesh from your bones.
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Draw blood, taste blood, not useless salt.
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But I am rendered stationary
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because I adored you.
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Stars plummet from the sky,
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the moon shatters to a million pieces under a brandished fist
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and I shatter to a thousand pieces.
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Every shard whispers Why, and I Adored You.
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And I adored you.
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And I am alone.
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Encased in ebony, bound to the earth with chains of metal that bite;
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like voracious whores they steal my vitality.
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Desperate hands grope for me,
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lying naked in the dark.
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Their prying fingers draw blood
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which flows; a dam unleashed.
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The molten lava burns like ice.
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And I am stationary behind this hollow smile.
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