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:

The Sadness Bell
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The sadness bell
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She's gone, taken, lifted up, left.
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I feel numb, surreal, empty, bereft.
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I cry, but just for what she left behind.
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Because she is okay now - she doesn't mind.
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The pain she had has now said a final goodbye.
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She's up with the Angels now and flying high.
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Smiles aplenty and hearty laughs once again.
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Just like once before, just like way back when.
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I smile as I think that her sufferings gone.
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For I know it's true she will forever live on.
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And we grieve for her body has left this plane.
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But she's smiling down trying to ease our pain.
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It was a wonder, a privilege, a joy to have known.
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The wonder of her love she has unreservedly shown .
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And we feel it all the more because of that gift.
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A blade jagged and bloody turning a slow long twist.
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The pain will ease, the hurt will subside in time.
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Hard to imagine now as I write down this rhyme.
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But she taught to grasp each happy joyful thought.
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I will obey her wishes her life was not for naught.
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My siblings and I, my father and friends as well.
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And every one who knew her, are in a grieving hell.
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Waves of grief wash over and burst into salty tears.
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No pill to ease the sadness bell ringing in our ears.
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