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:

Crushed Daisies

.      Stompin on the flower garden
Coward hardened by the sun which never shined an hour on him
   Tastes more bitter than a sour carton of milk do
     Heart part filled, true
                                    Shadows can be still too
       Rusty teeth, punctured tongue
                             Eyes covered with mildew
    Says he runs with an ill crew
                          But no one has seen them before
Never had a real use
                       Laid across an empty floor
          While he's pickin at scabs
                Everybody else is gigglin with laughs
     Thinkin "Why'd he sit down in the middle of the path?"
          When hes scratchin at his spine tryna rip up his back
           And he's just tryna maybe kinda possibly cope
      Toying with reflections and talking to ghosts
         They're his only friends tellin him to swallow his hopes
Knowing very well that he'll probably choke
                            Maybe then he'll stop stomping on groves.

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