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:

Winter in Pittsburgh

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

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