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:

Eddy
winter

Chris felt safe in his cocoon,
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so gentle, mild and meek,
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Made of glasses, brains and books,
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they labelled him a geek.
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I lulled him softly to this world,
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his cottoned ears were blind.
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His heart died as his wings unfurled,
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I’d left his soul behind.
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I stole his very essence,
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it vanished, evanesced.
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I mourn to mark his passing,
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tatto tears upon his chest.
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A word to warn,
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to those that scorn,
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and judge him by his looks.
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It’d be a shame,
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if you should blame,
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his glasses, brains and books.
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