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:

Monotone Whispers
schizo

The sky was paler
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than the cheek of a melancholy romantic.
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The streaks of the melting snow
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bulged like veins on the lonely rooftops.
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There was something about the view that was quite enchanting.
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I walked,
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reciting “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,”
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smoking Marlboro Lights
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and admiring the spiraling smoke.
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The morning was wonderful and I couldn’t put my finger on it,
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but it seemed out of the ordinary,
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as if I awoke
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to find out existence had meaning,
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and I stumbled upon it.
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No, it had nothing to do with either of us.
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This wasn’t the point.
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It was more about scattered rhymes and iambic pentameter.
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As a whole,
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existence resembled a well-written poem
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and I picked up its rhythm on the cobble-stone avenue.
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Suddenly,
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before my eyes,
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the city of Boston turned into a living being.
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Its
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long
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winding
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alleyways
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resembled the reaching tentacles of an octopus.
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Crowds of people were walking outside
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unaware of the fact
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that the Charles was breathing.
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I overheard its monotone whispers and its words were fabulous.
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I stood, thunderstruck and short of breath...
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and life was dazzling.
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Suddenly, it dawned on me that today and yesterday
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in no way differed.
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I was always too busy, rushing somewhere and hustling.
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Life fell in love with me,
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and somehow,
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I've managed to stay indifferent...
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