poetry critical

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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:

Suspicious Clouds I (war song)

A pile of sand
A piece of shit
No one knows why
But we're fighting for it
And deep in the dessert
Our hatred is grown
On the trees that turn red
From the bodies we've sown
And it's gone on for far too long...
Far to long...
"This is called a war song."
Hatred is pumped
Through the blood in our veins
And our vision is reddened
By our rage and our pain
And we charge without reason
For the matador's cape
Knowing that nothing
Will come in its wake
And the shadows of Satan grow long...
Oh so long...
"This is called a war song."
The mud and the blood
Form up puddles of pain
And the children are burned
As they play in the rain
And we can't rid our hands
From the dark stains of blood
So we're screaming in anguish
To the Hell Clouds above
The Suspicious Clouds sing long...
And they've sung this for too long...
"This is called a war song."

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