poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

What dreams may come

An unsaid thought sleeps with me,
forcing myself to scream them
causing me to dream them.
They cannot be spoken
or ever be awoken
until my lover weeps for me.
I pretended she was there.
Kissed the indent on her pillow
and then my lips turned gold
from a lock of her hair
sewing them still from sorrow.
My words are left unread.
Thoughts I had unsaid
and I am not alive
until temporarily dead.
In my dreams,
it was just her and me
but now I dream no more
and another man waits at my shore
watching me drown at sea.
So I write this from a dream,
for I dreamt so long I forgot how to wake.
I walk to what could have been
knowing it’s too late.
I saw her there with him.
She watched the sunset
He looked away,
And I kept watching her
As we turned gold
And he became grey.
She held herself,
The way I used to hold her
And all the unsaid I told her.
She then sent a kiss to the wind
and her unsaid was spoken
I no longer dreamed anymore
And in her arms I awoken
Just the two of us
On a sunset shore
Where waves remain unbroken.

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