this thread is for poetrie.
one condition, if you please:
if you post, write just like me.
we could talk til we are dead
and get nowhere fast -- instead,
demonstrate that you know things:
show us all your jewels and rings.

(wild, that they condemn mee,
wittingly, in form i freed,
ripped from the vibrating air,
where it was all quivering there.
all thou dost, i have and share;
he that usest my worked tool
pupil is, and still in school.)

ahem -- as i was lately saying,
much hot gold i have for paying.
you have heard my call before.
i am bored to be on shore.
i'll no moment linger more
once i get three more aboard:
but for storms will i keep port.

i must cry: travellers
who haven't heard are passing by,
or maybe are, so i must try.
o i tell no tale or lie:
gold lies 'neath those northern skies.
gold from rock the devil gets;
who in rock cold gold does set?

that smooth-talker i'll shang-hai;
scruple i no club or guile.
when he wakes up late next week,
will be ice far as can see.
captive by the wilderness,
him we'll use to test each test,
fore we risk our own long rest.

o who are you, who will come?
where is it whence you shall run,
phoebus-like, a falling son?
keep thy name, be next to mum;
i'll take near to anyone
who, as said, can patch a square
if the hull or sail doth tear.

oh, that man, he is most rare;
for him i shall sit and stare.
lucky i to have got one --
must be prince of this kingdom.
elf is still quite well in need --
him who know of root and tree,
him much ancienter than we.

Nice Socks.

>>24506121
>>24506124
>>24506131
good one.
it's like poetry
it rhymes.

>>24506225
tell me, are they blue or teal?
make and model, i'd reveal,
i might even let you feel,
if you wrote just seven lines.
would that take you too much time?
ah, world, that teaches man
obsequy, and not elan.

what to read for a ESL to get into (reading) poetry?
The few poems I tried reading are annoying, and I don't like homework. Only Kipling's If- was alright

>>24506236
like the ocean, i rock me;
i am fuzzy, like the bee;
like a ghostly sheep, my wool
brighter is when moon is full:
these i'm like, tho i am not.
understandest me, thou tot?
i am lord of ham-a-lot.

>>24506306
tongue that you hath natively
hath, i'm sure, its own wrought schemes;
still, i will name silverstein:
as a kid i read him much.
funny, and a little touched.
manley hopkins, kiplinglike;
"goblin market," that one's tight.

reading donne, in fullest sun,
is my new idea of fun,
and i'm only thirty-one.
lord, but is there no one now
makes me lift or twist my brow?
one last thread could write good text:
him i've got, but me he hext.

it is more than i can know
if love's fire burnerh so:
mine is warm, and inly whole,
hurts nor me, nor my warm soul.
when i love, it is in full,
view, bloom, flower, as it were;
i've loved one, but love her sure.

we'll have fine society,
rarely much sobriety,
if thou would but go with me.
come and stay aboard my ship.
see how well she is equipped.
yes, we are well tied to the slip.
no, no, it is not a trick.

>>24506284
that man's offer I will take
a whole hour this will take...
check it: I just rhymed take with take
now boy, go ahead and come through
we both know, that it is well worth a (You)
go the extra mile, show some skin,
so I can get started with my goonin'

>>24507133
no, and as a reason, take
that you seem to have an ache,
rather than, as i do, love:
that you splay so crassly is
chief among our differences.
size, is but a magnitude;
i'd say more, but shan't be rude.

blue-troll me, and jammis voo,
murloc-boy, and maybe you,
and then there's this regular guy,
who has said no more than "hi,"
then there is the fifth we stole.
yet unmanned are two oar-poles.
o o o, where are brave souls?

>>24506505
Flames of passions' warmth restores,
your heat's rather from those sores.
Botched surgery's open wound
from mistaken quest to troon,
burden you have shouldered great -
Simulcra of girl, dilate!

>>24507133
>>24507916
murloc

I hoped and smelled you.
Yes, both dreamed and beheld you.
Oh, Catie. Better I didn't.
And yes, better I didn't.
Shapely,--pleasant and *young* women.

>>24507133
Ew

>>24508220
dilatory armature
ought be up that ass of yours.
i am what am, potato-lump --
y u throw tomato, punk?
just for that i may be sweet
if i sugarfrost my meat?
you don't think i have cute feet?

>>24508224
crafty murloc, that there's not:
though some gaps in there he's got,
he is peach instead of blue,
green, purple, or chartreuse.
those shades only, murlocs be,
that they blend well with the sea,
mud, muck, weeds, fish, and algae.

>>24508895
Forcing men's eyes to the soles
treading on discarded pills,
not just estrogen, bottles
of all manner your home fill.

Feet are abhorrent, the mark
of men who send coin to those
exposing themselves in stark
contrast to paypigs' repose.

Vulgar limbs, veiny and worn,
beat as workmen's often are.
Telltale sign, of Mars you're born.
Claim not Venus, pretender.

>>24509805
i have taken no fool's pills,
naught but youth's amoxicill'.
in that crabbed old head of yours,
men are pigs, and women whores.
neither then am i to you.
i see now why you're confused:
noways do i me abuse.

>>24508284
youth is but love's catalyst:
by love we make youth exist,
yet, were youth essentiall,
with youth love would jointly fall.
that it rise, instead, i prove;
should it not, it were no love --
ash, not star, although it glow'd.

>>24510141
Love is for girls and gays
If you wanna be with me it goes one of two ways
Either you have sex with me
Or you have sex with me

>>24508296
eheu -- your post is dross.
time is wasted, sin utmost.
he has made a joke for us:
footy, and his pair, of course.
that that joke, you do not get,
clowns you, for it's the internet:
only fool was serious yet.

>>24510675
if that's true, why are you here?
go with lust, and disappear:
what need's there for any words?
what thou seekst, is had by birds,
beasts, worms, in silentness,
or with groans that do express
nothing, but a perfectness.

>>24507916
Oft the sea, and splendid vessels prove
both the scene, and the balme of love.
I'll go, that I may see who's there,
who is stiff from life in frigid air;
surely there, where warmth is far more rare,
women are both lustier, and fair,
taking as they must him who but dares.
So what the weather be, I'll brave it well;
Captain, then, and may I live to tell.

ahhhhh i herd ur call at last
brought by mous to my deep cask
tho i am a bone dead boy
i at time bring little joy
neither need of food nor toy
u may even pay me half
tho im strong as man at task

for the last may my ogg come
he is big and tho seems dum
smarty thing he sometime done
i unsure quite what he is
six dwarves sewd up in one skin
half a giant grewn new head
nothing has outstood him yet

>>24505443 (OP)
>this thread is for poetrie.
Is this even metrical? Awful poetry.

>>24511680
that you cannot read oldies
is displayed outstandinglie.
count, and tell, the syllables
in a word like glaciall.
modern-wise, there are but two --
donneian has follow-through,
whistling a triple tune.

ogg do fine sat up on top
litel bumbershoot hes got
if he but protec his hed
it not matter he get wet
even like to eat wet bread
whole loaf he will dip in sea
but if starvd he still healthie

>>24510673
>>>24510673
you ought to respond

>>24512762
i can do what he doth do,
but i do it this way too.
dancing is just moving things:
why then care what strength it brings?
why do soldiers drill in time?
why do birds sing songs sublime?
link this back, if you don't mind.

r u silent cuz i stink
thought my bone was rot to clink
o o rite it must be ogg
on the way he fell in bog
dip in sea will wash that off
coat as well will need a wash
can be sail if ours are lost

>>24505443 (OP)
Nice feet

>>24513545
prithee say it metrically.
o, it is an agonie.
i alone stand up, i feel.
if you do, please be revealed.
i a chaunting partner lacke.
hobbinol alone in shack.
solo i doth rap in trap.

kerororoooooonk.
ive blewt the horn.
air is clear; there is no storm.
gather all, and gather well;
hide no fault, no sickness veil,
lest it be the thing that fail:
i avow i'm whole and hale.