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:


So she tells me to harness my fea-eelings.
And she tells me to try and forget my life of mess.
But sometimes you just can't remember how it
all began. It's just a blurry thought. No, it's a...
never mind.
Well, this spectacle of mine, will it ever come to end?
And when it does (if it ever does) will you stand and applaud for me. For the wreckage and abandon that I
may have left behind. But that wasn't my intention. No, it's a...yes it was.
So tonight we'll run away from our the(rapists).
And we'll sing till the streetlights start humming our
melody. And when they do it will be such a pretty sight,
you're such a...pretty sight.
Well, my life it don't compare to my dying day.
No, this sentence of mine will be finished by your
breath. And when we reach that turning point, we will
not close our eyes. Or maybe you will not...or maybe
I will...too.
So the sky will not cry, not it will illuminate.
For this night has made us lovers, yeah it's made us lovers once again.
And for the first time we will talk as if we will forever
be. Even though that could...never...be.
Well, for now I will dream of a better day. One where
something as innocent as this could not exist.
For when you grasp my hand I'll go and try to gasp
for breath. No it's not tingling...it's more like...
never mind.
So this city will turn all its lights off for us.
We'll be there in the center of it all, our privacy.
No, it will not be disturbed by busy bees and
horny birds.
No it will be ours.

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