poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:


I saw a picture of you.
Wondering how my eyes became full.  
I tried to get to know you,
Feeling like I was a fool.
Hoping to get as close as can be,
Like a jolly calling sib.
Everyone yearns for you,
That they tried so hard to be with you.
To have their body pressed against yours,
The irrespective deeds has no remorse.
Sadness dripped, understanding is so deep,
Hoping that you will somehow peep.
Once I felt to be in a fame,
Though I only got your name,
And for you its just a game.
There is a strange force,
That provides the idea before.
Of seeing you up close,
But the wind blows...
One day,you met someone,
Whom you think could be the one.
You love him, as I was told,
A jested grim, I did retort.
Desperate to find a shim,
For my shandy like whim.
I know I won't hold you for long,
Like I won't get a hold of your tong.
Though its not your body that served as the magnet,
It's the oddy "you" that serves as a net.
Did I just pity you?
Nah, for its you who made your cue...
How I wish I am on his shoe,
But that idea I eventually shoo.
Impossible but it did made a toll,
Perhaps I just want to have it all.
Forget it like I will never recall,
Your image will now take the curtain call.

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