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:

20100815 skin deep

a week-end not far from norm
escape or just routine
between 560 or celeb
to mingle or be left alone
to a world away from this
its rhythm void of gist
leaving the realities behind
sunday was meant to be
redirecting the focus
one of two final projects
due this coming tuesday
i opted to put it aside
in lieu for a special delicacy
tripe and liver, pakbit style
an offering to friends
for a night of karaoke
before a movie in 3D
as i get the onions ready
i was faced with dismay
black spots all around
is there any worth to this
almost quick to discard
i knew better than that
after all these years
it is a struggle so familiar
take it as strength or not
it filters those not wanted
who are quick to judge
each layer provides
a needed dimension
how one values its worth
to judge as you see
or to peel deeper patiently
until you reach its worth
a treasure or even worse
looking around observing
onions of different kind
red, spanish or the shallots
be careful how you pick
sweetness as it comes
others will make you cry
leaving no room for regret
i confess of my weakness
indeed, it is skin deep
not to compare with others
i am fighting to resist
the rot to run deeper
for if it reaches my soul
then i am truly ...

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