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!

Random Poem:

Waking Up

dualistic dangers
silvern swords cross
slicing shards of daylight, shimmering into the night
sharp sparks of steel dance across the starry sky
celestial spin, constellation divination,
the constant ebb and flow of novelty and entropy
neoteric eyes watch the rise and fall
as babes who've barely learn to crawl
are built to bud into brazen armies
shaped by fate? Nay weight of covetous conquest!
destiny is but selfish desire,
fancily dressed up in emperors ever-new clothes
weened from gaia's guidance men may no longer weid
yet spinning wheels weave reality
unattuned carnal egomaniacs float in makyo
betwixt our eyes fleeting glances of kensho
flash, the sparks of war
a battle waged, yet unwon, unlost, unlived
between the pages we rest, wondering what will come next
unlikely to write them in actions to be remembered
surrendered to the sea of foreseen possibilities
read between the lines
Lieder literally means song, it's how we're lead to believe in responsibilities
to lie is to rest, fast asleep
our very conscious creative powers purloined
we flounder in seas of soda, sex, and entertainment
without feeling soma
without finding out our dharma
we're left in a white room coma
in each moment a lesson, a direction, a message
too busily lost in will or in mania to meditate
when will we write our own stories end?
when will we pick up the pen?

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