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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:

Gravedwellers
thematrix

Grave dwellers no more
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A disgusting stench lingers here evermore
 2
Fingers clawing at dirt
 3
A head squeezes out from under the mound of earth
 4
Black wiry hair, skin a pale gray
 5
Veinous and peeled from its decay
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Eyes blankly staring and lifeless
 7
Here there is no comfort except the darkness
 8
Sickening sounds uttered from its mouth
 9
Impossible as it seems
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For the dead should not speak
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Yet its moans are loud
 12
loud enough to startle and scare
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To captivate and  make one well aware
 14
Its body rises dirt falling all around
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With an eerie purpose and no sound
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The tattered and torn funeral clothes
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Cling loosely to its putrid bones
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The yellowish sneering grin from beneath half rotted lips
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Opens up to reveal another spine tingling moan that you just cannot miss
 20
The tombstone behind the animated corpse
 21
Makes a mockery of life of course...
 22
Somehow cheating death
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Again returning
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For some unknown reason
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A corpse not content to sit still
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But wander aimlessely until its had its fill
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Now completely out if its grave
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On its hands and knees it will not stay
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It struggles to rise and clenches the fresh soil in its fist
 30
Its grave determination not hard to miss
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On a face that's been dead for decades
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Alive and yet lifeless the drool cascades
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From a rotten mouth an unearthly moan can be heard
 34
Spoken aloud by a disheveled corpse that once inhabited this earth
 35
Trying not to make a sound
 36
Desperately quiet, praying not to be found
 37
By this denizen of dirt, this hellish sight on earth
 38
These thoughts fly by when
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All of a sudden it's interrupted by something lumbering nearby
 40
Is it the walking dead?
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Or simply your imagination instead?
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Perhaps all of it is a dream, and you are asleep
 43
You cannot remember, and you are unafraid
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But behind you, your  grave surely awaits
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