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:

A Plea For Help

Sitting behind a wooden loom
Tying knots
Being so confused
Beaten everyday
Till I'm black and blue
Blood and sweat
My tear stained face
Wanting to run
With no where to run to
Back to the slums back to the mudd?
My family needs the money
What would you do?
Why do you do this to me?
When you could help
YOu hear our stories
Yet, your perpared to seal our faits...
I work all day
Sometimes all night
For one loaf of bread
There is no end it sight.
They say I am cheap
They say there is no other use for me
That is all they ever say
They never say I love you.
The sun beats down on my head
All day long
NO food to eat
NO water to drink
There is never anytime for sleep.
I fall victim
To this world
I fall victim
I cant escape
Not by myself
I need your help
Why do you continue...
To watch me die
Deprive my mind
Let my innocent soul...
Slowly die
What am I to do...
Let everyone I care about die.
WE need the money
WE need the food
My baby sister needs this most
Soon she'll be working to
In a shop, or on the corner
It doesn't seem to matter to you.
How can you have so much...
and not give me a hand
How can you let us suffer...
from your very own hand
How can you let another others die...
When you know you could save them
How can you live...
When you know you do nothing

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