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:


the nights I mostly miss you
I wish that I had kissed you
the last time--
gray clouds sucking on the
forlorn skies, black as tar
or sticky flies, lies
hang like stars;
I reside here on the over
stumbling over broken glass.
I retrieve Mars
with my eyes
the stars I hung are lies
that decorate the skies.
I hear a distorted ticking,
a spiraling motion--
time, melting, I thought we'd
figured out.
with every lie I tell
I hang another star and for
each one that I repent for
I hang another in its place.
For every Hell I find
I make ten more
and each one I can conquer,
twenty more.
The darkness that I speak of
is only an image.
I can never reach it,
never convey how I truly feel to you.
these words are just a blanket
beneath them I feel close to you.
adverse in closure
for most anything I write;
sour wine;
and sweet blackberry blood
in my veins.
i am a minx and a
hedge witch, all the same.
I am, forever
draped in green
in your dreams. Steel knives
stab the bend of my arm,
a luscious exposure
a rushed epiphany
a warm embrace of yellow
and when I show you the other
side of my love,
you close shut.
the yard crows cry in sorrow for
us, I congregate them
with my kisses.

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