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:

You are what You're Fed

Lately it's been haunting me,
heaven's subtle work is just a lie,
and whatever you try to be
is not worth the time it takes to try.
Because all you are
is all I've been before,
so no matter how hard you try,
just know I've never wanted it more.
I heard that crazy bitch scream once,
but I didn't want to wind up dead,
I felt I could do nothing more,
because all you are is what you're fed.
Never found a better way
to just say what I feel inside,
so I wake up every day
just to say I haven't died.
Nothing matters less to me
and you don't matter anymore.
I once felt that way too,
but now it's my blood that stains the floor.
I never heard her scream at all
because she almost wound up dead.
I feel no pain anymore,
because all I am is what I'm fed.
Better late than never
is what they always say,
so after this is all over
let's awaken this brand new day.
I never...(heard the cries)
Hardly ever...(see the dead)
Because all that we are...
(is all we're fed)

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