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:

The beast you created

You are proud
Because you created something just like you
But father what happens when the thing
You made,
Turns on you.
Everything you've know disappears.
I am just like you in almost every way.
But you didnt know,
That my power struggle is not with others,
Or with you.
No its inside my own soul.
You thought you had control.
But not even beast's,
Stay controled.
You slowly realize,
That Im making my own,
Decisions and thoughts.
What do you do now father?
Like a fool you try mind games.
They work for awhile till light shows through.
I realize slowly but surely Im not you.
I dont ever want to be you.
I can make myself better.
Better than you.
Better than what I've become.
I may be the beast you've created,
But even beast's want,
You made one mistake in all your rage.
You never thought I would learn,
Of love,
Of what you'd done,
Or of the fact I could think for myself.
Goodbye to you father,
For tonight,
The beast you created.
Is bearing his fangs on you.
Because I control my own soul.
Not your stupid mistakes.
Or your blood,
No I control me,
I make my decisions.
And tonight you,
Pay for you sins.
Say goodnight,
For you will not wake.
Just know you created me,
But I made me.
With that I lay,
Your name and anger to rest.

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