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:

I hate

I hate how you think everything's about you!
I hate how to try to guilt me.
I hate how you whine and act like the victim
but don't take any help
and you stay the victim and WHINE!
I hate how you try to have complete control over me.
I hate how you think you can because you're male.
I hate how if I get mad at you it's cos I'm "White" and you're not.
I hate how I can't be mad simply because you're an arrogant ass.
I hate that you ask me why I didn't think of you
when I made a decision that really doesn't involve you.
I hate how you think I'm going to love you later
when I say I will never love you.
I hate how you think that I'm "catching up to you" in age
just so you don't feel like a pedophile cos you're twenty years older.
I hate how you act like you're my friend, but if one thing isn't to your liking, I'm suddenly
or you hope I get hurt or in trouble.  
I hate that you live next door to me.
I hate that you get really really close to the line, but never cross it.
I hate that you get away with doing so many things.
But I like that I have dirt on you if you ever truly cross me.

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