poetry critical

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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:

Sad To Be You And Me

Sifting through the pictures
that shift through my memory
and every loose strand of hair
that's fucking up my sensory,
an unwelcome piece of history
that is summing up my misery.
And I'm sure it's just the booze,
but you're blurry and mine to lose.
Every single sidewalk crack
that shows the concrete's age
I avoid so's not to break my back,
I'd rather turn the page.
The structures gone, the outline shaken
that led to all those pictures taken
I'm really just a drunken ass
and growing up I faked it...
So if you're ever in my neck of the woods
I wish you'd climb my tree.
Swing upside down and reminisce
of all the things we'd be.
Oh, it's sad to look back at you and me.
I recollect the things I wasted.
Alcohol and cigarettes,
the only things I tasted.
My smokey eyes, my water lung
were never quite the match
for the adjectives you'd sling at me
from your soul and down your tongue.
I just wish you'd look me up.
So next time you're in my neck of the woods
You bring the tire swing,
I'll surely bring the rope.
We'll reminisce on all we thought we'd be.
Oh, it's sad to look back at you and me.
And should you leave no better than before,
no happier forever more...
I'll set those woods ablaze, you'll see.
Oh, it's sad to be you and me.

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