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:

these are my dreams before sleep
wanderlusted

Drifting, lonesome,
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to the place before sleep,
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I imagine.
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I.
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It is always perfectly dusk here.
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Every time I peer out the tall window
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breezes push the white, cotton
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curtains against the dark wood floors.
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Barefoot, tan, and beautiful
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I lay upon our oversized bed.
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You joined me without a stir.
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I gaze at you lovingly,
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to notice you've gotten a little older,
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but the age looks so good on your face.
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An oversized fan beats away mosquitoes
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while shaking the curtains that hang on
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the rods atop the four posters of our bed.
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II.
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English accents fill the dusty room
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Books in a bar? How distinguished, darling...
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I rub my foot up your leg,
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and you scold me with your words
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but eat it up with your eyes.
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The night was shiny from drunkenness and love.
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III.
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This is our goodbye.
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Our finale, that ends with a kiss-
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a kiss that doesn't possess the
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"get or give" attitude of sex;
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it balances the sincerity of love
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and the deceit of longing,
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lingering a moment too long
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the universal hope of finding love always ends the night. my head, heavy with thought, can finally float off to sleep, carried on the wings of such a innocent, wispy wish.
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