poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

Question Mark

Fate is circling like a vulture
Waiting to attack
We are the victims of a culture
That stabs you in the back.
Life's long road, a tricky maze
It leaves your senses in a swirl
I come out mystified and dazed
And look in awe upon the world.
Focussed on that basic need
The human urge to understand
A solitary fight indeed
No one can lend a helping hand.
The question is quite fundamental
I ask myself, Why am I here?
Is my life just incidental
Or is there a path that I must steer?
My words, they seem so fake to you
Your mind is closed, and stays that way
Don't stop to think, just say and do
And follow on - and come what may.
So that is where I draw the line
And you must too, my dearest friend
Who cares if we are left behind
What matters is we reach the end.
I don't know where I'll turn next
And it isn't my concern
In this life, devious, complex
We don't do much but look and learn.
And Fate itself, it watches, lingers
A balance between light and dark
Be careful now, you'll burn your fingers
On that red-hot question mark.

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