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gonna up some poems cos i feel like it.
some i posted yesterday but it's me again.
there is a time-

when caves cry and swallows

dive and don't pull up.
the sour sky is soundless,

and the violet breath will blush,

brush my hand as memories of a

long forgotten seesaw

seep in.
i see how blue we were, but

i miss her. and i miss feeling safe in my shell;

your smell on my sweater.

and knowing
that we would be forever.

happily or un.
any criticism or support is gratefully welcomed(even trolls!!<3)

>> No.2305811

peach at the bottom of the moonshine,
fire on the rhyme for whistler.
i kissed her in the crook of a carilay crochet
(me made words sometimes mean more than other mens.)
so we kissed, and her silent stink cried to me;
"you lied to me, leave! be what you wanna be"
but i love you. i'll never not need to know that a kay follows your oh. but i love you. i love you. but i love...

>> No.2305823

alot of these are gonna be impulsive, just whats on my mind.

why would i die for you?
i'd take a bullet but not regret.
i need to stop putting myself at the bottom of the list.


p.s. Mods this isn't spamming is it? i just want input and really enjoy upping here even if everyone ignores it.

>> No.2305833
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2305833

greying growls
of a man who was once god.

i took the pen to spite him.
and his worries were all
bark.

he was just afraid

>> No.2305840

Your poetry is bad.

>> No.2305846

this got hate yesterday but i like it, especially for a quickie nothing. a few minor edits to the last few lines.

my dirty seed and solar need
have taught me more than you'd think.
when i bring in the starsoil,
i love all oil, stink.
death is a pleasure in the ever after,
i'm gone.
death is a pleasure ever ever after,
a song.

we all hurt while we're here.

>> No.2305848

>>2305846
Holy shit.
Try harder please.

>> No.2305850

>>2305840
why thank you, care to explain how or are you just a hater?

>> No.2305853

>>2305848
lol

>> No.2305857

>>2305848
>>2305848
would it be better if i crammed it to the brim with unneccesary bigkid words to impress daddy, or do you think keeping it simple and honestly expressive is a good idea?
because i'm pretty sure poetry is about expression, not yanking your own egodick.

now if you have anything -useful- to say, positive or negative, i'd love to hear it

>> No.2305862

>>2305857

No, really, it's shit. Going around claiming otherwise doesn't do a lot of good when everyone else disagrees with you.

>> No.2305866

>>2305862
you have yet to give me any reason it's shit. they express. they have cadence.
therefore=successful poem.

tell me what you think's wrong with it before i realize you're definitely just a troll

>> No.2305873

ITT poetry fag who doesn't under stand blank verse and free verse

>> No.2305884
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2305884

>>2305873
i dunno if you mean me, but you clearly havent read any of it if you do. or, more likely, sametroll.

>> No.2305900

An Awful Poem Devised On The Spot

So while the rich were rinsed with baptisms of blood and rosemary
As the white and well-rehearsed wore grey
A chuckle-bird sneezed in winter's way and keened
In that undeniable eel tongue:

"I reckon;
I reckon it's not what you've got but what you blot out;
I reckon it's all about time, and making the most of your life, and sunny days, and smooth, clear waves, and a fine wine, a Chardonnay
Will clear away the hateful days, and enhance the evening play;
I reckon;
I reckon that my aura can be detected with great glistening globs of Jade, and that the crones who write for Cosmo have insightful things to say..."
(And on and fucking on, parroting pop culture protestations to mask the sounds of climax that a fish-bellied father makes as he fucks her from behind, dollar bills in both their eyes)

So I'd shoot that bird of May;
One less monotone, multimedia-morphine junkie in Winter's way.

>> No.2305907

>>2305805
So you're writing about your halitosis?

Also, /lit/ is not your blog.

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>>2305900
definitely awesome. that doesnt mean more childish poems are shit, there is value in simplicity.
also how long've you been writing? bet anything alot longer than i have, and you had to start somewhere didnt you?


p.s. i'm rereading my poems after yours and i still love them. so congratulations i guess?

>> No.2305917

what does lit think of my poem?

anally fucking little girls
up the arsehole anally
they cry they cry those little girls
and i'm all alone

sodomizing little boys is fun
the sound of crying makes me come
after i slit their throats
their guts are warm and slippery

the walls around me are closing in
as i jerk off into the sound of silence
and children's corpses
there's nowhere to run if you're a pedophile

>> No.2305918

>>2305907
no, but isn't it a logical place to come for other peoples perspective? eat me.

>> No.2305921

>>2305917
yes yes, child rape and all that. old news, 'try harder'

>> No.2305925

>>2305921
>obviously isn't deep enough to understand

>> No.2305928

>>2305921
2deep4u

>> No.2305929

I think, I thought And naught I sought
But -A poem!- did spring forward.

Progress: made like wind-swept wave
Choppily, don't say you weren't forewarned.

Maybe, just once, I can produce an ounce
Of substance for sale, for mass consumption

-and then!-
-FAME!-

Clad in kings robes before the court, (but not did I flaunt)
-A poet!- you say, "but where is your costume?"

>> No.2305930

>>2305917

Still better than Figgy's stuff.

I liked the neo-pastoral bent. I found the ready acknowledgement of our compulsive need to farm children, as an indulgence for the cannibalistic desires of the 21st century, a refreshing and honest assessment of our inescapable cruelties.

Please, write more.

>> No.2305934

hey guys i'm immune to trolling because i said i accepted trolls

>> No.2305935

>>2305925
>>2305928
youre not very good at tralling, friend

>> No.2305954

gonna put up some poems cause i feel like it. these poems are totally first drafts and i didn't edit any of them. i have no conception of meter, rhyme, imagery or metaphor. i simply put some words down that i think are cool. knowing how to write a poem isn't important you guys, or even understanding the basics of poetry. cause i'm 18, i think i can put random phrases together and call it a poem

>> No.2305961

>>2305930
Thanks! Here's something else I wrote up:

My dog shit on the carpet
The stain is wet and green
It smells like shit
It tastes like shit
It will not go away

And every time I clean it
He start to shit again
Sticky diarrhea splatters
With the voice of emptiness

That fucking dog
I hate him
He will not go away
Jagged teeth and stinky breath
Pervades my inner darkness
I have to put him down

It's a metaphor, get it?

>> No.2305962

>>2305954
>>random
other than that and the things i supposedly have no understanding of, pretty spot on actually. because i -genuinely- understand poetry, unlike yourself if you weren't just trying to piss me off.

still not mad at all btw, jussayin

>> No.2305967

I insert my penis into her ass
The speakers playing loud bass
She cries for what she doesn't know
Is that my penis rocks the girls low

Get down and shake that ass
Get down and shake those tits

Girl you suffocate my dick
Girl you sure know how to lick

I cum on your face
It stings your eyes like mace

>> No.2305971

I would kill the Sasquatch.
I hide in brambles and in coarse nettle, sipping tea from the hollowed-out socket of a Blue Heron's eye.
I would fuck the Sasquatch.

Leering with chemical lust as my last hit of Angel Dust gang-rapes my telencephalon
And the ghost of my dog haunts the spaces between rows of Sequoia.

Slam a round into the chamber so I can brag to the neighbours, "I have killed the Sasquatch!"
I will fuck the Sasquatch, and hang his hideous hide from the balcony.
Do not ask me why the Sasquatch is streaked with semen.
Do not ask me why the Sasquatch suffers from a prolapsed anus.
Do not ask me why I have the Sasquatch.

>> No.2305973

>>2305961
>And every time I clean it
>He start to shit again
>Sticky diarrhea splatters
>With the voice of emptiness

actually good. says something about the inevitability of entropy and its inherent anonymity. honestly, without trolling, this is the best stanza i've read in this thread

>> No.2305975

>>2305967
i dunno if youre trying to bother me with these but im tipsy enough to find them mildly entertaining so youre not really accomplishing anything. the only reason i'm even acknowledging you fools is, what else is there to do?

>> No.2305981

>>2305973
sure thing friend. definitely not transparent, ya got me

>> No.2305982

>>2305975
underage drinking????? gasp!!!!

>> No.2305987

>>2305973

I agree. It reminds me of high-tier Bukowski. I wonder if I could book the man. Something about his blunt, uncompromising syntax tells me he would be the ideal entertainment for my bi-monthly fondue party.

>> No.2305988

>>2305981
no i actually like that stanza. the rest of the poem is terrible

>> No.2305989

>>2305973
although this at least was funny because you were able to come up with an almostbelievable reason for your praise. not buying it though, sorry

>> No.2305996

>>2305987
Gee, with at this praise I'm getting I might consider publishing a collection I've been working on. It's called "Splattered Memories".

>> No.2306001

>>2305996

I'll publish it myself if you can write me a five stanza poem on why Figgy lusts for the rough embrace that only a gathering of violent circus monkeys can provide.

>> No.2306002

>>2306001
gee you 'guys' are clever

please do write that poem though i'd really get a kick out of it

>> No.2306006

>>2306002

Why is "guys" in quotes?

You think women would waste time like this?

>> No.2306008

>>2306006
no i just dunno if i even believe it's more than one fellow. doesnt matter though this thread means nothing to me.

>> No.2306010

i genuinely enjoy trolls

>> No.2306019

>>2306001
i gave it my best shot:

in the deep dank alleys
of dark circus lane
a little boy named
tries to heal his shame

darkness abides
over stinky zoo cages
the memory
of the beast

he sees yellow eyes
of terror and shadow
the wandering of the night

the monkeys see him coming
they crouch in their cages
the only other sound is the stench
of explosive diarrhea

pelted by shit thrown by monkeys
he cannot escape
the embrace of entropy

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2306021

goodnight loves<3 i'll be back with more shitty poetry, bet on it.

>> No.2306023

>>2306019
they didnt even rape me:(( son....

>> No.2306029

>>2306023
I try to be more subtle than that.

>> No.2306035

>>2306019

I see you're sticking to your guns with the constant effluence.

Always good to have a trademark, but Figgy was disappointed by the lack of monkey-male penetration, so I'm afraid I can't make you an offer.

This is a business just like any other, and clearly bestiality sells.

>> No.2306034

>>2306029
it was pretty close to specifically asked for. you didnt have me lusting for them at all.

you suck.

>> No.2306045

i dunno if i just trolled the trolls or what just happened but... dat feel...

>> No.2306048

>>2306035
I wouldn't wanna ruin my artistry by including bestiality, now would I?

>> No.2306053

>>2306048
what a pitiful excuse, get out from here

>> No.2306054

>>2306053
You have some nerve asshole. I'm just trying to share my talent with the world.

>> No.2306060

>>2306054
lol i love you

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>>2306060
pic related

>> No.2306066

i am drunk

>> No.2306080

my tongue is whiter than the kkk
which means i have a problem okay?
i have drank too deep from this little puddle
and now my life has become a damn muddle
can't take antibiotics because i like to drink
i'd try to save my soul
but it's
beginning
to sink

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>>2305961

Me like. Nice metaphor either...

btw: underaged drinking, lol. Here we can drink from our 16th.

>> No.2306098

>this is how you write poems nowadays.

Grandpa fell down the staircase,
Cadillac.
A clown was mauled by a dog,
Honda.
Grandma burnt down the house,
Ford Explorer.
Sergeant Spanky drove his little monkey jeep into the levy, Nissan.
American Dreams,
Faggot Cars.

Give me my fucking Pulitzer please now

>> No.2306101

>>2306098
A masterpiece drenched in the essence of neoclassical postmodernism reminiscent of Wallace Stevens combined with Allen Ginsberg

>> No.2306107

>>2306101
I call it "faggot cars",
ORIGINAL CONTENT DON'T STEAL

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2306137

>>2306107.

It's MINE.

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>>2306137
Oh no you don't.

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>>2306141

i only like this kind of popo