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:

wanna play?

it's strange the sequence of events that goes on in each of our lives.  the hesitations and wron roads taken before we get it right.
i've had life's bests and worsts within a year and a half.  many tears my eyes have cried just as my mouth has laughed
i've been down and came back up, tried to help others do the same.  but most of them chose not to try and continue to play the game.
in this game you have no team.  each one is on their own.  it's now to late you can not quit.  are you ready? get set. let's go.
the rules of the game change all of the time.  you neverknow when you're next up in line.  my advice to you is watch out for the signs.
you can't just stop and walk away and decide to finish another day.
there is no resting your body or mind it's hard to seperate your thoughts.  don't look to me, you chose to play and you will take the fault.
there is no every now and then, when you play it's until the end.
before your final decision is made on whether or not to play this game.;  i must tell you this one last thing
there is no winner, there is no end, there is no happiness, there is no friends
it all will happen within a blink, you'll get in deeper than you would ever think.
the time will fly, your head will spin, it will take you places you've never been
you will become nothing and will have a miserable life.  you will not be a good parent, husband, or wife
your time is up.  you now must chose.  walk away and win or play the game and lose.

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