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:


This destructive path which I inhabit,
out of control,
unable to distance myself from you and turn around,
I carry on each day,
your presence like an addiction,
forever wanting more,
my chest ripped open,
the heart pounding,
then numb,
these feelings of strenght and might i've surpressed,
locked away inside my soul,
yet the key remains in my hand,
ready to unlock my heart upon your single word.
I fight the hurt,
I really do,
each day living in delusion
forcing my love for you deep into the subconcious,
Yet the undying love does not rest,
transcendant, pure and true,
it leaps and rises upon your daily salutations.
Friends you say
you would like to be
but can my weary organ take it?
Well that's fine,
I say,
as you have never loved as I have for you,
so complete and everlasting.
I push my dangerous feelings back inside me,
into the pit of my stomach
it shall not bother you again.
At the mere sight of you,
majestic and spectacular,
my flower in the sunlight,
the ball of passion and fire encapsulated within rises to the surface
I cannot control it
Crying - I can never make you love me,
you will never be mine.
I try to run, bound, leap, from the cancerous path I have set myself on
my cataclysmic fixation,
but the walls of density and torment trap me,
I cannot free myself from you.
As the perpetual pain runs through my chest,
I'd accept this terror for eternity
in exchange for your words, presence and beauty.
My poet;
although you will never be mine,
you are my world.

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