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:

Pina Colada Belle. [Revised] (Free verse)

My dear seraphic girlie who
wore that purple rose dress;--
do you remember those
smoke filled nights?
We would  laugh,
inbetween the clink
of pina coloda glasses.
You would be yappin
like some amphetamine
laboratory experiment,
and I'd listen to your voice,
while trying my best to peer
into those brown eyes
that you loved to hide
behind your long bangs.
I can still smell the candles
that were hung over the screen door.
Vanilla, you loved that aroma...
            There were not many
            that could sit there
            and actually tollerate
            the endless rant.
You might have been talking about pluto,
but my ears never paid any attention to the words
they would just record the melody of your sonance...
           We would perch our
           intoxicated selves on
           the wooden bench,
           watching the sun rise.
              Well, you were always
                 the one gazing at the
                   ascension of earth's
                     mellow yellow star.
You never noticed me staring
with my two wide,  ravenous eyes,
at those beautiful, delicate hands,
holding that white alcoholic slurpee.
And then you revealed with elfin hand
those deep brown, scintillant orbs,
pushing your soft, natural veil back,
and pinning it neatly behind your ear.

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