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:

National Monkies Scattered During a Time Of War
dustybottoms

The boy fell off his go-cart after speeding into a hay wall.
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My eyes watered, hands shuffled nervously in my back pockets.
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He stumbled up, smiled, and said,
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"I wish the war would end.
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I cannot remember when the blood first started spilling,
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but hopefully I will remember when it stops."
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I handed my life away in a self-addressed envelope, so that I may someday retrieve it back.
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If I go under, there may not be enough air for me to hold my breath for a couple minutes.
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Like a parade celebrating the Chinese New Year, my body vehemently sways along the caliber of my brothers.
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The sand slows my pace, the vest's weight quickens my breathing.
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I keep writing letters, yet no one will ever read them. Mind is filled with blank expressions, empty thoughts.
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The boy fell off his go-cart after speeding into a hay wall.
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Examining his scabbed knees, the wooden rubbish is picked up and the boy walks to his parents on the track's edge.
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My eyes scan the ground, I kick the sand and pebbles.
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My head will never be shaved again.
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