Best Critical Poems

A poets dream, she'll seduce with her eyes,
pens will desire to praise her charming guise,
but be cautious, she'll treat you like her book,
explore each chapter...

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She is young and free, and most of her love lies in front of her
As the dawning twilight holds one breathless air under misted whispers...

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I leave the daily hustle and bustle
of the city's cacophony of sound.
And head to where the leaves softly rustle 
in the breeze, and no one...

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Only life in our mortal realm
entrenches self-doubt’s stand.

People and events cripple us
with critical mirrors showing us
visuals of our ineptness.

   All who are predisposed...

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Extrovert eyes express cimmerian connotations,
hidden within silent chambers of an introvert mind.
Thoughts twist and turn, but disguise frustrations,
as a melancholic heart struggles to remain kind.

Drained...

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Poetry can be a critical liaison when words are fashioned,
that do not please the beholder's eyes.

I'm a poet without a pen, weaving woes on a...

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She doesn't believe in quiet love
wasn't born to bleed shyly,
couldn't care about the cost of conquest,

Too beautiful to be bitter, and too young to be...

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DISUNITY THEN UNITY
 
Last Episode of Pure Fantasy.

Fireball always seems to take center stage,
Except in the last episode it was with absolute rage,
Echoman has secretly...

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It was such a small thing
It happens all the time
Fathers and sons disagree
Fathers and sons argue
Fathers and sons say things
Things they don't really mean...

We exchanged...

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Be strong in your beliefs and opinions 
Give and receive them respectfully 
Discuss , debate, disagree , 
Devoid of anger and intimidation 
Be polite and...

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I can't help but watch them
As they run into the water, laughing, teasing, holding hands
With the sun catching the color of her long, auburn hair
The...

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It was December Christmas eve, and it was snowing outside
Kids were making snowmen and some boys had made a slide 
Our eight year old daughter...

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For the third time Pandora stands before the box
Inlaid with jewels ivory and gold
In her hand is the key – she closely examines
Intrigued by its...

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My backslidden soul*, you were converted by GOD’s Word
As shown by your divine growth and testimony ’s record,
But you departed away from that great spiritual...

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