poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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 Why We Shiver.
Him

Luke warm pellets run down that nude shaft so smoothly.
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Taking in the necessity of life seems to be the only relief.
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Those hands of pale beige concentrate so.
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Only with ease, their subtle task is complete.
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Near the end of what could have possibly been the best moment of his life,
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a significant contrast upsets that being so savagely that he cannot help but to question.
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In the act of questioning, those legs of bronze with coarse black hair
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decide on dancing diffidently yet with no remorse of the consequences.
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In pacing, he undergoes the remarkable sensation, noticed as savagely, now as repetitive.
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And why has it hasted so? As if, it had feared to be forgotten.
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Contemplation of these conformed notions created by nature’s revolting pleasure
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has almost intrigued him so, that he might so secretively want to endure the notion.
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Forbidden pleasure takes over as the body moves rapidly with only a few liquid
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pellets left, as he swings so to get the rush of the notion.
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As yelps race to the ceiling, his body rushes with this light sensation that
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has overtaken his train of thought so that his mind was empty of all bother.
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Yet these mere moments, or pictures, in his life have seized to return unless
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of course they were only in his memory or until he returns to the shower.
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