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:


Forsaken entities of a long forgotten truth
burn with the fire of a detiorated youth
confessions of a trust born from love to lust
speak in lying tones turning bones to dust.
Mist transfusions of cultural confusions
limit the one to two in order to be three
nothing is clear with eyes to see
ego itself is felt for delusions.
Being manic mania we destruct to destroy, construct to be toys
elect to be pawns, love to be fawns.
Truth is matter in a mere circumstance
when is truth in time linear with the cosmic dance?
Never is nothing pure, and of this I'm sure
for once I had not. Nothing of sorts.
No home to be mine, no love of divine,
no tears to be cried, no lies to be lied,
no truths to be told, no self left to mold,
no construct of fate, no purpose in life,
but nothing was there. That nothing that's something.
that something you feel. That Nothing is Real.

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