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:

Don't Burn the Bridge if You Don't Know How to Swim
Isabelle5

She wasn't born selfish,
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just damaged and subject
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to the warp and woof of
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chemicals woven in her brain,
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believing her tough luck
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was someone else's fault,
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even when the burned match
 7
was smoldering in her hand.
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All the watching for signs and omens,
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calling the psychic channel late at night,
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did nothing about the moment,
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just left her wishing for a future
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that cannot come until she recognizes
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the voices in her head as the cry
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of her own inner child
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screaming for help.
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Today I join the ranks of the lock-changers,
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unwilling to carry a banner
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for someone obsessed
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with a backpack of grudges,
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carried like a cross with a banner,
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"Poor Me!"
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Now I am the one she reviles,
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vitriol spilling faster than she can type,
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pretending the words are fierce anger,
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not her own starved heart
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overwhelmed with sadness once again.
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She lit the torch, I set it to the wood
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and watched it light the sky.
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I didn't even blink when she went down.
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