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:

Can You Hear Me Now?

With each passing day I feel my heart breaking more and more. It is despairing how much love I give and how little I get in return; What a pity that a heart cannot be truly happy without the one she loves.  
He gave me reason to have faith in others again and now I'm back to where I started; seems like I'm part of a losing game, that I continuously rise to the top in.
Perhaps I give too much love
Perhaps, I love the wrong people.
Perhaps, I should change my ways; all bastard men are the same anyways.
You say you hate it when you feel my breath on your neck, or when I force your hand the outside layer of my skin.
I bet it's because you don't want to feel your unborn child. I bet your father felt the same way about you, you bastard child.
Such a sad story; such a sad cycle.
Such a sad cycle, you bastard.

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