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:

Lost in Sherlock’s Home

I wait by the letterbox.
Every time the postman
Leaves a letter my heart stops,
I know that it has to be you this time.
I also know it won’t be you ever again.
Grudges. First loves. Old shoes.
Fading memories. Outdated Almanacs.
A picture I drew in the eighth grade.
A note you passed me long ago.
Emotions. Spoils. Preconceived
Notions. Empty compliments.
If things were meant to hold on to
They would come with handles.
Did Handel hold on to his Messiah?
Even your beliefs can go away.
Everyone has a time and it is coming.
They say that if you love someone,
You have to let them go.
You’ll never let me go, I’m sure of it.
I never really had a hold on you,
But you’ll always have a hold on me.
I’ll stop writing. I’ll stop waiting.
I’ve long since stopped hoping.
I will be happy if it kills me.
Not because I want to, but just
To spite you and your hold on me.
I have become stronger. I have
Entered a place where it’s going
To be alright. I smile again.
Not because I want to, but just
To spite you and your hold on me.

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