poetry critical

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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:

Words In A Slow Time

Sometimes they flow out rapidly
Unjoined uncrossed unhindered from the shallow laws of life
What are they?
Trash of my soul?
A heart torn asunder of its own misgivings
A body blown apart of its own greed (and greed it was indeed)
What is this river, this unabated torrent of words drowning in fetid desire
Tis like an unstoppable perpetuity
(No tis the trash of they soul, the garbage, the rejection)
I am torn
I am reborn
I am dead again
Do you search for order here?
Perhaps a reasonable word
Perhaps a line a rule a symmetry
There is none
Only my trashing empty soul
Spewing words, disorderly, obstinate, ineluctable, inappropriate words
(It is the trash of your soul)
Why do you look at me?
Why do I ask questions?
Why do I live on?
When I died that sultry night in the arms of my lover
When I lied to her and she lied to me
And we slept together for the last time
Why do you look at me?
Why do I consume myself
In that selfish agony of irreplaceable
Love, that consuming fiery master
My soul is burnt and my broken unordered
Words scream a tale of bro-
ken words driven away
(For it is the trash of my soul)
Only my soulless eyes
Do now look back
Stop this madness
Stop this world
Maybe living is not here anymore
Maybe the only way
Is the way  that takes me away.
(For it is the trash of soul
Hidden from the world)

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