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:

Lone Oak

That siren's call did beckon then,
The wayward soul come forth.
Her whispered breath sings the end,
Betrayed by stone along the shore.
Black specter's touch above is looming,
Spreading seed from which he reaps.
The wretched heart is left decaying,
With the secrets that it keeps.
It burst and seeped into the ground,
Through the eons gone and fore.
And yet the seer's eyes grow blind,
Before he'd seek that sacred door.
Rebellion hence brims the cup,
Crimson spilled across the floor.
Two threads cleft becoming one,
descendant spirit you adore.
Sun burning brightens all of life,
Baked the earth below lone tree.
Wind rails about to branches strife,
Cracked a limb there falling free.
If it's roots should then unravel,
The oak protests beside the sea.
When this spire topples over,
None are near to hear or see.
Thus the light of day is darkened,
By the knocking at the door.
When twilight's gloom again awakened,
Chained by weight regret once bore.
Beg when cast beyond the shallow
Face the depths with open eyes.
Indifferent that none here can follow,
Redeeming dawn's horizon rise.
And with it dew of morning glistens,
Atop weeping bed of broken switches.
So any by the pier choose listens,
Hears a forest's farewell wishes.

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