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:

The Prison of Self

Stick me with the sword of sour memory
Lost at dawn.
Nostalgia is wicked bondage
Caught under the foot of conscious reflection
A mirror with dismal stare
I see you’ve built a good past
Youthful memories you clasp between fingers
To look back on happy times you hold
But mine are lost in the thundering shadows of solitude
Mine are locked away in my room
I built my prison and sentenced myself
to its winding corridors leading me into the abyss of emptiness
A vacuum for interaction, experience is naught
Swallowing my past to the bowels of all dreams disenchanted
My memories are an echo eternally bouncing back and fourth
between the four walls of my room,
my childhood prison
The room will be modified to accommodate the later new phases of life
New inmates of my being coming of age
Marching through the gates over the pit of burning calendars
Of forests of growth growing rings beneath the bark
So I am still living out a sentence
For my own conviction I alone sounded the gavel
My prison drains me of life and time
My past eclipsed by its ambient stone and steel
Locked in my room with the key lodged in my throat
Silence is the ever-vigilant warden
Freedom is a word of no substance when your captor is you

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