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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:

Winter in Pittsburgh
professir

Winter in Pittsburgh
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   wretchedlybitter,eerilysilent                                          
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                            -
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             The air still and dry -
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               no feelings of dread,
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          anticipation,
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hope nor duty;dormant.
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       The ground damp
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                      under my feet.
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                   Wet leaves        
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         gather and decay
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along the street
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       as I walk and survey.
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             Treeswrought
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   frombittercold.
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                           Treeswrought
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           fromwintershold.
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    Dogged, as I am
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                    on a walk so bold.
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       An eye for anguish -
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            Desolation, I behold.
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                  White Steam
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     rises off a house
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          and into the gray -          
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                    weeks ago,
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           the sun sacrificed
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to the flurries of snow,
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          to the falling of ice.
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               The buildings,
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                         the bridges,                
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               the potholes,
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    the streets made of bricks...
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          all of it old,shitty
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   - in need of a fix -
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the people,the city:
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         they're derelicts.
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                      But,
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For all of what I see,
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        Winter in Pittsburgh
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cannot be as bad as it seems.
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                For these are not
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the marks of nightmares,
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      but rather products
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          of   br oke n   d r e a m s .
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