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:

On The Brink Of Awakening
stilltime

what it meant to me...
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was
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a whirling cut-up
 3
of cardboard and plastic (lovingly crafted)
 4
and flew Crayola
 5
crayons through the air
 6
dancing in zero-gravity
 7
pirouetting madly
 8
and lasting for hours
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battling in tours
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a hero tragically passes..
 11
you’re all glad to see the show
 12
so pay up
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you’re happily passive
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and anyway
 15
space is laughter‘s deepest cavity
 16
so grab me and ask if
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I can bring you back anything.
 18
 
 
picture frames
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with handled images
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and cautious fingerprints
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linger, in suspense
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crinkled cigarettes mingled
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with barrettes, and a single
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white pony, running
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and a single red dress
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there’s a picket fence
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out back, but it gets cold
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so come inside and bask
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away from panes
 30
of viscous glass
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shards
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and vicious shards
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of past
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I’ll keep you far from harm.
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malignant hands
 36
twirling in circus
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while clocks burn up their gears
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and stop
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sprinkle purple and black magic
 40
in the dust, a rabbit runs
 41
the turtle grabs a bag of guns
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and
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in the end
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might remind you of the dreams from
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some boy under morphine
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