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:

Expectations and Fear

All is well in my dark world,
Where a new beginning awaits to unfurl
Into whatever lies on the other side
Of this watery home where I reside...
Nestled snugly in my comfort zone,
Never afraid, never alone.
I hear a voice, soft and gentle it sings,
Whispering softly of mysterious things ...
Of hope, happiness, pride and joy,
Anticipations of either girl or boy,
Blue or pink, whatever those are,
Soldier? Policeman? Or movie star?
I can feel a sense of exhilaration
mounting each day since my formation
In this peaceful place that I call home,
Where I can move about ... free to roam,
Stretch, kick, and move about,
Wiggling, wobbling, and acting out.
As much as I love my heavenly space
I dream of discovering this unknown place
Where the sounds of music fill the air
And strange voices that seem to care...
Speak of the one due to arrive
In a day or two, maybe five.
What lies on the other side of this velvety wall,
That cradles me safely, awaiting the call
To burst forth into whatever might be?
Where is the answer? Who holds the key?
When will the time come when I take my flight,
Out of my darkness and into the Light?
What if "out there" is not what it seems?
What if it doesn't meet my dreams
Of endless wonders and exciting places?
Can I leave a trail, clues, and traces,
To find my way back to this perfect place
And live forever in my own little space?
John R.

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