poetry critical

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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:

Flowers Grow Toward the Sunlight
beautiful

Mother’s taking out
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the scissors
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to snip the pretty flowers
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so that she can put them
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into glass vases
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and display the pretty flowers
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in the dark house.
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I’ve always hated it
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when Mother does that.
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Now I know why:
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the pretty flowers,
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they always die.
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They always die
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without their sunlight.
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It hits too close to home.
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It reminds me too much of someone I know,
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too much
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of you and I.
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I’m the flower (but not so pretty).
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Dependent (on you), naïve, blooming,
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vulnerable.
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You’re the sunlight (can’t you see?).
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Steady, persistent,
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faithful.
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How did we ever
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get torn apart?
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It’s not right.
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There ain’t no sunshine when you’re gone,
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and you’re always gone
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too long.
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And now
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I’m dry and withered.
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Dry and withered
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without your love.
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(Mother, I hate it when you do that.)
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