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:

Sober Kisses
jrnuzum

Flashes of elementary school
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When innocence was found on every swing set
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And children worried not about the years to come
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Or the love that would be learned and taught, subconsciously.
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By their mothers, fathers.
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Or about the lingering hatred quickly developing
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Inside their little minds, for things they know not about.
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When sober kisses would be like drawing a perfect circle with your left hand.
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When friendship was hit or miss, depending on the demons inside of each other.
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Staying at Chris' house on Wednesday afternoons,
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talking about how lucky his last basket was.
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We knew not about the emotion that was necessary to belong in a world like today.
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Where Friday nights you are in a struggle with yourself about your own path, while wondering about the competition in the apartment all around you.
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Where millions of boys give up everyday, disregarding what their father pleaded their first 8 years.
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Ignorant cries of "this isn't fair".
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Life isn't fair.
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But we overcome. We take the lemons and produce a market of profit.
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At least that is what we hope for.
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