poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

Onward!
UpAndDown

Far from the home where I once lay my head,
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The road before me rises, rises, falls.
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My feet, though weary, cannot stop for aught ---
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Our goal, far off, our destination, calls.
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Now, soaked by rain and scorched by sun, we march
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Though God himself compel us to our rest;
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"Push on, no time to bed, we've miles ahead" ---
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The word is clear. The sun fades in the west
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As we, by light of star, begin to find
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Our way along this ever-winding road
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Through misery, through pain, and through fatigue.
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Some cry out, "Would it that the pace were slowed!"
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Relentless, still ahead our leader drives.
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Expressionless and stern-set is his face
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For though he hears the cries behind, he knows
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That time is short. We cannot slow the pace,
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For dawn approaches. My thoughts turn to home,
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To those I love, to those I've yet to know.
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My heart, rejoicing in the coming days
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Cries out, "Onward! The pace is far too slow!"
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Past field and forest, through the darkest night
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We tread along; the journey's end draws near.
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Our leaden legs drive us on to the approach,
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We've but another mile to persevere!
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And so we reach our site, and make our beds.
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With troubled mind behind a joyous face,
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I think to past, to future, and to friends ---
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To life after we've left this wretched place:
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Far, still , from the home where I once lay my head,
 29
The road before me rises, rises, falls.
 30
My feet, though weary, cannot stop for aught ---
 31
My goal, far off, my destination, calls.
 32

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