poetry critical

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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:

To Be A Kid Again

Remember, when we use to run down the streets
Dragging a doll or maybe a ball
Remember when boys and girls had cooties
And, you would run away has fast as you could.
Everyone just played in one big group
There was barely ever rumors.
Invincible friends were there for you,
When you were alone and sitting in the dark
With your knees up to you chest and your eyes just tight to hold back the tears.
Now your expected to take exams
Be part of cliques
Not run hand in hand.
New rumors start every day
There is this thing called love that no one seems to understand.
Everyone seems to be pairing up.
Everyone seems to act so grown up.
Don't they remember how much fun it was to run through a sprinkler on a hot summer day?
The feeling of the water going down your hot back
The feeling of the coolness of the water taking over your body
The feeling of the day just going on without thought for if you would be late
The feeling of happiness spreading through.
Don't they remember how to have fun?
Don't they wish they could just play?
I remember the hot summer days you wish would never end.
Or, the days when you jumped and ran through the rain
Oh, wait that was yesterday.
It seems as though everyone is worried
To high strung
To remember just how to have FUN.
To laugh, sing, and dance
Making a fool of yourself
But, not carrying well they all laugh.
You didn't have worries
You didn't have cares
You didn't worry about bombs or war
You didn't worry about anything
But, playing in a turtle shaped sandbox even if you were alone.
There was always Fred " The Invincible Man."
Don't you wish you could just be a kid again?

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