poetry critical

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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:

My Best Friend...
prerna

To write about you, my best friend,
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Is where my mind refuses to bend.
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So today, after a span of almost two years,
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I think of you and shed tears.
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I wonder if you remember our first meet,
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The point in my life, like the sun, tou broght the heat.
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I glared at you, I wonder if you know, I saw you as my idol,
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Did you know, I planned on being like you, confident like on the sea, a tidal.
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I think of all the times we spent...
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Whenever we played, to protect me, you built a shaded tent.
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I remember all those Christmas Eve's, how can i forget the New Year Parties?
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All those bitter sweet treaties?
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We've spent together, our birthdays,
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Thinking of whether we'd be together till our last days.
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Now when i write to you, all i hope is you'll write back,
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I wonder whether our friendship will get to a better track.
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I wish we could be friends forever,
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I hope you'll never say never.
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Knowing we lead different lives,
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Did you know your ignorance has stabbed me with a million knives?
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'It doesn't matter', I say to myself,
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If compared to you, I would be the shortest elf.
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I'm sorry if my writing brings to you nothing but saddness,
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Never could that be my motive, even with all the madness.
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With clean intensions,
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I hope I don't bring to your home any tensions.
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No matter where we go, parted or together,
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For you, my dear, I wish for the best,
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And to my lord I leave the rest.
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With such cold words, that i leave,
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I remember how from my pain, happiness, you taught  me to weave.
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Now, on this day, I throw our friendship behind...
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And all I ask is for you to Never Mind.
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