poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

i dont know you

Here we are
Its cold and no one is here
In so close to something I want
More, more, more
Than anything
But this is awkward. And not much can be done.
Your hair has grown
I’ve noticed
And you are
You always talk to everyone but me
‘Friends’ will flee at the sight
Of a boy
Who will touch them.
I recall,
We exchanged hellos in the cold
The day was old and id finally found you
Unfortunately I had to walk home
But with a good feeling, thoughts of you
And I new you thought that too.
Things were good
That was a long time ago
So how are you?
Fine id hope. Everything changed so fast I just
Don’t understand why.
Things could so easily be great again
So why not give it a try? I’m the same.
But I guess not you.
Dont you remember?
Clutch your arm and scream
I want this so bad
I let you go thankfully
And things were so wonderful
Wait, I’m forgetting something
Or someone, I can’t really remember.
Someone who saved me
And I owe them more than more
I think I let him go
But I’m so glad he came back.
I had no thought that I would need you any longer
Things are all distorted now.
I’d never know why. I said goodbye, I’d take it back now though
I’m not sure that that will fly any longer.

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