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!

Random Poem:

something intangible

The wind, it was strange, flowed through me.
I thought I had died and was relieved,
it's hard to see how tired you've become,
you close your eyes and fall into sleep, caught by dreams.
I thought heaven was strange,
because I didn't think I deserved to go to hell.
But if this was heaven I suppose there could be better places.
It felt alien, but familiar enough I could stay.
It occured to me that I might be crazy,
and realizing this I realized I was,
because if I were sane such realization
would probably cause some kind of distress.
I guessed I could be sleeping, but I decided not to wake,
I'm comfortable now in my dream-skin.

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