/lit/ - Literature

>>1422685
I enjoy reading /lit/'s shitty poetry and I enjoyed your shitty poetry OP. Going through high school I lost my passion for creative writing. Now I read books and poetry wishing I could express myself through words like my favourite authors.

>>1422719
you can at least try, theres no harm.
especially as anon

"Oh dear,"
Humphrey sighs,
Mr. Bogart buying beer,
Off the M54 in Shropshire,
of all places,

He looks around,
This place is going down,
he thinks,
and it stinks,
the service station has pizzas,
smeared up the walls,
on the floors,
and,
as he sits up from his chair,
smells the smell of despair,
looks down at his Alexander McQueen trousers,
then at Toys 'r' us,
across the road,
wishing that he,
like the culprit of the red smears on his breeches,
was three again,
and allowed to throw pizza,
willy-nilly,
and be silly,
and free.

He is brought back to earth however,
when the waiter walks over to speak to him,
"Whad 'ya want then, bruvah?"
says the youth,
managing to destroy every word,
that exits from his mouth,
then he notices the stain,
"cor mate! you ought 'a get 'at checked!"
the waiter exclaims,
pointing at Humphrey's backside,
he sighs again,
and without thinking,
he quotes:
'A hot dog at the ball park is better than steak at the Ritz'
the waiter steps back, offended,
"You comin' onta me, mate"
suddenly the table is up-ended,
Humphrey roars as he smashes through the room,
he had reached the end of his tether,
and bitten it off,
metaphorically speaking,
of course,
the window smashes as he cannonballs through it,
and leaps into his Ford Escort,
without the beer.

I hate OP
With an undying passion.
His faggotry could fill volumes of gay fan fic to the brim.
But if I were to be true to myself.
I'd just shut up and give OP
Some rim.

>>1422724
that was beautiful you magnificent bastion of ego and faggotry

>>1422723
I enjoyed reading that thoroughly.
very charming.

>>1422733
Cheers!
Now if this was /b/....

k, I'll post dis crap again
started as a sonnet, but got too long


Two potential paths of e'en pain laid out:
With yet not with thee or wholly without.

Agony to see thee, never to hold;
Never to see thee, misery untold.
Here I hunger but can never rejoice,
Away I long to just once hear thy voice.

Every little glimpse of thee delights me,
Yet eternally my yearning fights me,
Tempting and taunting and mocking my heart,
Breaking my resolve, tearing me apart.

Away, at night, I ache for thy presence,
Day after day longing for one sentence.
I may get past it, but what will remain
But a shell of a man, sorrow's domain?

If romance were fair and thou couldst love me,
Never for a thing would I flee from thee,
But fate wills what it will without regard
For whose heart is made empty, cold and hard.

LOL I CRACKED THIS OFF THIS MORNING

>>1422751

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
here

Omdz OP
My poem opens with a dutch word for a parent too:

Moeder
You sit hunched in a spot which I used, too,
By the TV and grey box where I spun away my youth.
You clambered down, like I did to play,
To carousel songs on loop
And bleached out reels from Holland '55.

Cataracts' misty film
Blocks the story from your eyes.

The carousel spins on faster, past the
cobbler and his yarns. Remember
"Bad glue never lasts"? And
The preacher who drilled in you
That we all must suffer well
In time's unblinking carousel?

>>1422723
Holy fuck! That's brilliant dude. You're up there with Tim Key definitely.

This makes me lol heartily:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I7EJnQ_5ex8

the hollow point bullet
commonly used by police
becomes a hideous steel flower
when it hits the bodies of their victims
this is our guillotine
this is our cross

Non-rhyming poetry
Is such, a filthy,
American tradition;
just bad prose
with
arbitrary
line
breaks.

>>1423354
lrn2imagism it's called modernism and your reactionary sarcasm isn't valid.

It's not reactionary if you thought about it.

Shitty poetry you say? I have plenty.

An Impersonation of an Eclipse

My eyes burn and out pour little ashes
stared too hard, too long at your pleasing pose.
Itty-bitty bump of the bottom lip,
(leading up to a near-perfect nose)
and orbs half-concealed by long lashes:

Milky rings around little bits of bursts,
shadow surrounding pretty pirouettes
of stalactites' drops for my buried thirsts,
dreams pour unslept from reversed minarets.

Creamwhite coronas divert decision,
shine too fine, too bright round lovely dark spots.
Maybe one day you'll hear the holy book
(with myths this savage preening priest concocts)
of prayers for small miracles of fission:

Like nights spent without longing or lust,
a day spent within its entirety,
a hesitant half-hand whollyhearted
in reluctant palm's piercing piety.

Dance for a rainstorm? But I don't dare dance!
Sing for the solace? I can't simply sing!
Hope for fulfilled wish? With love I don't hope...

Lawn.
Lawnmower.
Mow the walls of oppression with your 1 inch blades of steel.
Steel heart. Steal my heart.
Heart pumps blood into my penis. Pumping blood. Pumping hands. Hands pumping over my shaft.
Fapping.
Fap. Fap. Fap.

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>>1423480

I actually really like that. Pretty clever, bro.

>>1423444
nice copypasta.

>>1423480

I think I'll save that, actually.

>>1422685
I like it. It's charming and you have a good ear for plain English which gives it that quality. It's an interesting story and musing on European culture, at least for me from an American perspective. Seems a little unpolished, but I like the point-counterpoint of simplicity and then complexity in the first stanza (go boom for the bad people vs. combustion etc), might look at working that more into the poem, if you're still in the process of revising/editing.

>>1422723
This is bizarre and I'm not sure what to make of it, honestly. I read it right to the end no problem though, it had me interested, I'll give it that.

>>1422740
I don't understand if it's intentionally this simplistic or not. Pretty dull and lackluster to me, I guess, and it doesn't scan well as far as meter goes. It needs some tender loving care, possibly a thesaurus, and an understanding to not go buck-wild with the thesaurus.

>>1422752
THIS JUST SUCKS MAN. SO AWFUL. OMG IT'S SO BAD. YOU SUCK GTFO MY /LIT/

>>1422797
Pretty sure you've posted this before? It's too enigmatic for my tastes, but it doesn't look or sound terrible and it's intriguing by the last line.

>>1422801
Very nice imagery.

>>1423354
Dickwaving
is fun when
done with the
expertise
of masters
such as you.

>>1423589
>very nice imagery
thanks. hollow points really do take the shape of a flower. fucking sinister, nightmarish things.

OP bumpan'
I want to read this when I get back home, and I'll post more shitty poetry maybe. More people post!

I like this one-

Stranger

Katic-katic-katic-katic
Hypnotic spokes flickering like fireflies
just background to the red hair that detracts these dilligent eyes
perpetually in motion.

I don't know woes, wits, or whos about you
Just we being transitory undependable pass-or-byes
grains of sand with brownian flirtation in this despondent stream
And thats enough to know
No names, no hopes, no nothing-
Save for a lonely smile that boils blood like microwaves

Invisible & deadly expedition
Swift, whole, and carcinogenic.

I get the impulse to pry open my chest
let you peer into rotting wood,
where cobwebs caress remnants of childhood.

No, it is better
To hear the pitter-patter of pedaling
indistinguishable from any other
and expectantly whip around for just a smile.
No less, No more.

feathers
fall again
slowly fly
the to
swallow never
drops

sight
reels
neckjammed
skywalled small
views highaway of
we traveling togetherless
dizzydangle chin points parallel to streets and cars
crossways with words floating far up
so it's quite loud noise
but not sound
within
all
our

>>1424004
I actually like it. Needs a little practice, perhaps but a good direction.
Imagism ftw.

We'll press together
in a tight curl,
torsos joined,
back arched,
knees bent,
we slope
to a small
point.

You and I can form a comma, a pause in the paraphrases.

Love in the throat does not wrigglerhyme it roars and rumbles with better fantasies than schemes, I've screwed in schemes and I say leave schemes to schemers and I plucked plots and I say leave their pillformed platitudes to plucky plotters and ye olden romance to dead Romantics even with lowercase r's your form is instantaneous bountiful elusive asymmetrics clenched in my weakened clutchclaws and 10,000 chump chimps with vorpal thrusts and thumping their thesauruses can never make your every utter utterance a random collection of neatly arranged phrases I want to burst with the sweetslick sensation of a wholly heartbeat through the back cage of the ribs and it's not just the pleasant pulsepump gleaming off the pale skin of a stale slung banality it's allso notmuch imagery.

One Evening,
When I was still living,
At Grand Street;
And Monroe.

Isamu Noguchi came to visit me.

There was nothing in the room.
(No furniture; No paintings).

The floor was covered.
Wall to wall.
With coco matting.

The windows had no curtains.
No drapes.

Isamu Noguchi said,
"An old shoe;
Would look beautiful;
In this,
Room."

this fish are
never hungry
in the shithouse

suffocate like a wig in a bag
in your hair& to be so modest&
touched by every moment
I melt like some candy
that got thrown in the toilet

I just wrote it, for myself and for you.

after a sip
as a direction turned upwards
he thought of an opportunity as a flowing bird
"but the birds are muscles and feathers!"
so smiling he crawled on the ground
preying for a kite with a pussy
for him to to elevate to the thunders
running like a child in a sobering night

>>1424020
dat paragraph reads like an intro to an e.e. cummings book

>>1424045
I'll take that as a compliment because he's one of my favorite poets and biggest influences.
But it also makes me anxious...

>>1424054

Can we tone down the obscure references please? Let's not make /lit/ even more elitist.

>>1424061
lolwut cummings is obscure? y u trollin

How sad I was when I would dream
Images in my head, peaceful they would seem
Burning desire fueled my mind,body and soul
I yearned to help others, though my heart was black as coal
A quest for redemption, or maybe greed
Still I must focus, I have mouths to feed
Arriving home, there is not a soul there
Still I must focus, mustn't cave in to despair
My memory is degrading, or so I am told
Maybe a side-effect, I'm just getting old
I was going to say something, about a dream ?
Oh yes I remember ! How peaceful they would seem.....


The end.

>>1424068

>>1424068
>>1424061
He's referring to the joke I made about Harold Bloom, who he apparently does not know, so he didn't understand the joke (more of a bon mot, really).
Here ya go, buddy, one of the most famous modern literary critics' most famous work on poetry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Anxiety_of_Influence
Now you can into elitism too.

>>1424072
Is the man supposed to have Alzheimer's or something ?

>>1424087

I was being sarcastic actually, clever clogs.

>>1424100
Well you did a shitty job of it.

My wife is my brother
My brother is my sis
My sister is my uncle
My uncle smells like piss
My family is redneck
Missing teeth and all
When it comes to living
We really miss the ball

>>1424020
OH god I came

that last paragraph is pretty fucking amazing

>>1423606
hollow points saver innocent lives

Oh lawd, here we go. Please tell me what I can do to improve, please.

This blue planet,
Spoiled green at places,
Is filled with too much stress.

Strifes of all types,
Social, Economical, Political,
Are responded to with more fights,
Plunging the world deeper and deeper into a real Hell.

Yet, when the night is darkest,
It is easier to see the stars and planets,
All decorations for the peaceful Heavens above,
Which despite all our atrocities on our Earth below,
Remains high with beauty lighting the way for all in the dark.

How I wish I could be like my hand,
When I see it reach up try and hold the moon,
I wish I could be that close to Heaven yet stay as far,
Just as my hand will never truly touch the night sky and its children,
I will never truly feel the brighten peace and stillness of what I see above,
As an earthman I will always be.

>>1424020

Yeah, man, I enjoyed reading that. That line about the comma, I remember reading almost that exact same line in another poem(I remember because I planned on using it myself), it might have ben Ted Hughes'. Was it Ted Hughes? Am I right?

>>1424478
>save lives
>kill people
pick one

>>1424489

Or maybe it was Larkin . . .

"St. Michael in Bronze"

Heaven’s lustrous matador,
hands aloft, exerts his force in rapturous bolero.
Armed only with the splendor of his frame,
he is planted triumphant on the earth,
displaying in the firmament of his back
a divine alchemy,
the transmutation of flesh to plume.

Infernal burlesque unfolds below:
Fers-de-lance entwined in dance macabre.
Down see Satan brazen cast,

>>1424495
you neglected the modifier

ITT: sincerity

Whoops. Let's try that again.

"St. Michael in Bronze"


Heaven’s lustrous matador,
hands aloft, exerts his force in rapturous bolero.
Armed only with the splendor of his frame,
he is planted triumphant on the earth,
displaying in the firmament of his back
a divine alchemy,
the transmutation of flesh to plume.

Infernal burlesque unfolds below:
Fers-de-lance entwined in dance macabre.
Down see Satan brazen cast,
skin congealing fast to copper scale.
Imploring vain the face of Heaven,
his soulless eyes upturn to paradise,
lost angelic underfoot.

>>1424507
>implying anyone is innocent
oh you are such a child

>>1424514
sup oval-face!

>>1424454
pic very related when you put it like that... I'm very insecure about this stuff but my inferiority complex makes me want to see both praise and hate.
It's supposed to be formatted. The first part actually looks like a comma and it splits the two other statements and then the paragraph kind of gushes out underneath the comma in a block.

The title is "Between the spaces lives unbound lives"

"There are days in which I, doubting, whine:"

True love is when you look at them to feel less alone.
Their silence acts a speech.
Their sleep demands a sculpture.
Their heated tongue beats torture.
Their caress twitches a scalpel;

cutting open the bloodpumper to drain out that unhealthy hot uglypus. Everysingleone who loved another more than allso themselfless has known true love. Every sum of one more who wished their balloon with abandoned ballasts could raise this other's anchors, set sails on relationship and float into harbors havens and bays lusts loving truly. Let's end the mythology. We'll clasp each other in a dreadful embrace, dine on the slaughter, part in hatred, and remember that passion is a delinquent disaster waiting on a catalystastrophe.

Maybe one day remembering the laughter, cry.
We were alive.
We are dead.
Well I survived.
Let's end this myth-o-logic.

Whose logic that it wasn't true?
Whose myth?
They?
Everyanyone knows how much They know.

>>1424484
Its stale, solemn but not beautiful.
I dont really know how to fix that, but it just doesn't have much of a voice.

>>1424484
And here's another of mine:

As I stand,
Up on a high balcony,
I feel the cool air brush my bare arms and face.

I ignore its welcome,
And targeted my focus on the city,
The sight of the lights and sounds of the crowds,
All formed together as the child of the chaos and order of life.

A question wanders into my head,
And I begin to think about the people in this child,
And ask noone and myself what would happen if one broke down,
Would the city care for them and life them up with the loving care of its citizens,
Or would it simply ignore that one and move on with life mindlessly walking without purpose.

As this question digs itself deeper into my head,
I can only see a big picture that has life itself as its context,
One that paints the question if our lives are given meaning by anyone in particular,
As we can give it to ourselves or have others give it to us if meaning is to be found at all,
Leaving us a cross-road involving avarice, slavery, nihilism, and ignorance, none of which I enjoy,
Telling me to leave this city that limits me to only four choices of life,
And besides, it's cold here.

>>1424529
Twas I- OP. And actually, I was being totally sincere- I really like your stuff tripfriend, reminds me of my works if I were someone else. Like if we both fucked the same woman and she gave birth to babes from us each

>>1424489
Actually, that's not the exact line, but yeah he does have something very similar to that I'm sure. Might be in Crow, of all places. Hughes is also another very big influence of mine.

OP again with double poems, because all of mine are short

Consensual Pretension
The cum rag is whetted with chloroform.
her fumes prompt this linear response
and its one I cant help but reciprocate

The game is getting tired,
the snares are rusting and my web is sagging
like those pallid eyelids that drowsily shift
furtive in their last moment of futility.

We have safety words.
diaphragms & formaldehyde
Informal vasectomies, aimless ejaculate
with the greatest sin attachment
The contents of attaché cases cardiovascular

We dont use whips and leather
just chai lattes and Sartre
Aphrodisiacal metaphors cliche'd & over-told.

Just point me to a broad with glasses.

~~~~~~~

Falling
Arising from a shallow grave of leaves
following wisps of nicotine to nowhere
stumbling, inebriated with indifference

Knocking on a wooden door,
giving salutations and submitting to superstition simultaneously
excusing myself- wrong house.
leaving, and looking for a welcoming pile

shivering and wishing for californ-I-A
cursing the fucking weather and my jealousy of it
dropping from mental fatigue
welcoming the triumvirate of fall colors

Remembering forgotten ones- yellow and brown
Kissing each red leaf that comes my way,
capturing these capricious pieces of detritus

feeling the creepy-crawlies that thrive off these beauties
feeling them begin to dig into me
new red hot flesh

>>1424523
If no one is innocent, why do you can if anyone dies?
But anyway, the point is precision: killing who you mean to, not killing who you don't.

>>1424514
Har har har. Bad poetry, genuine feeling, etc. Har har har.
"A witty saying proves nothing. Bitch."

>>1424573
>>1424573

I only started reading Hughes recently, he's amazing. Christ, it's really going to annoy me if I don't figure out where that comma imagery is from, I don't think it's what you said. It really is an amazing image, props on making it your own.

I need to find that poem, man. It's gonna play on my mind for ages now.

>>1424543

Doesn't have much of a voice? Hm..
Well thank you.

bump, etc.

last bump, I swear