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:

Rueful song of a soldier

Wearing Bullet proof vest and a machine gun
I marched forth to an unknown sun
Pluming, The man I had dream to become
Carrying broad shoulder and shallow heart I marched on
Enemies chartless of our arrival were resting
Under fierce sun and dusty plane
With dry throat and heavy heart
Morosely I too played the game
Gun fire and bombs passed every nuke they ever sat on
And bludgeoned their lair
Merciless metal tore them apart
Lit my benevolence in glare
Every day or night we fought in the battlefield
Like a crimson lake of fire, it was in quiver
We left mortals to bathe in their own blood
And took with us, only awe and shiver
One night under the silvery moon I remember
We raided! Displayed necessary but lost cause
We plummeted many to death
Left few only with nightmares to pause
As we were leaving the ruins
I heard footsteps approaching me with a shriek
It was a 10 year old boy
With a knife, disgust and reek
I held his tiny limbs in my robust hands
Told him to go back to his lair
He resisted, he revolted and cried
There is no home anymore! You've killed all my dear!
I pushed him back to the ground
And turned in despair
I heard a gunshot followed
Tangled my soul in fear
I didn't look back but knew
My friend did what his fallacy proved to be worth
I hollowed my soul to find God and questioned him
But apart from silence nothing came forth
That day I decided to leave everything behind
I enshrouded my kin
I am still standing straight, unscratched, unharmed
But bleeding within

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