Thread 24530835

once again unto the breach:
poems thread, wherein i teach.
though i have before set sail,
teachers, too, may also fail.
it, this time, i swear to nail.
io crush me if i quail.
moon, be blest, and dog my tail.

crabs, i summon thee to help:
cancer-crawlers in the kelp,
come and click your little claws,
try to criticize, and gnaw --
this time i shall silent be,
save if thou art nice to me.
practice thy gentilitie.

last time we began a tale,
of a ship like great dark whale.
that one sank, because i'm fail,
but this game doth autosave
'cause it's all inside my brain.
seven crewmen, we have now,
plus a brute built like a cow.

i do this, that i may host
this, that is, dishonor most,
ancient homer's only ghost:
we that drink the sea-dark wine
and, ensoused, are more divine,
using all abilitie,
fearing no philosophie.

>>24530835 (OP)
John Donne sucks

i do this, that i may host
this, that is, dishonor most,
ancient homer's only ghost:
we that drink the sea-dark wine
and, ensoused, are more divine,
using all abilitie,
fearing no philosophie.

this is love, and also lust:
drawing patterns in the dust
is the only thing i trust.
it is all that burns me now.
for the flesh, i'm too far gone.
lie -- what i really feel:
nothing else that's left is real.

thus, i stand as teacher here:
i have books, and am past fear.
if real good or bad i be,
either way, you'll learn from me --
how, or else how not to be.
that all said, i'll bump in song,
'til a pupil comes along.

>>24530835 (OP)
leave this board, you utter pseud
lest you wish to start a feud
go do something else instead
for I curse and wish you dead
every time you post a thread
all you write is worthless slop
heed my words: it’s time to stop.

pick an option from this list:
grab a blade and slit your wrists
find the nearest bridge and leap
drown yourself in waters deep
run full-tilt at a brick wall
overdose on fentanyl
buy some bleach, and chug it all

>>24530886
oh, my friend, you're double-kind,
versing me in game that's mine.
you will never shut me up --
here then are your options, pup:
play with me, and make it good,
pray i slip and fall, knock wood,
or get the fuck out my hood.

keroonk. keroonk.
gun the whale, and stick the boom,
we hit open ocean soon --
fear the wave, for there do be
death, in thousand forms, for thee.
in the north, there are old sharks,
born in time long since gone dark.

pleonasts, in learned schools,
terrifying deepest blue --
byssal fish, and so on forth.
ocean goes so so far north,
no one has found end before.
that place where the floes flow from
surely's home of coldest one.

coldest one, o, frost-spun;
speaking of him chills me numb.
name be said, it freeze the tongue.
thus, though sought, it can't be sung.
there exists an eye of ice,
formed of nothing, purest white.
dwarf saw it with devil-sight.

though it glows, it gives black light,
lighting nothing but what's light.
much reward for finding it.
many fore us, dust have bit.
i think we're of abler wit.
north has nar seen ship like this,
finer flanked than fleetest fish.

A knock upon the door,
"Get out! Or pants I'll wet!
So composition poor
unfortunately, we get.

>>24532163
hastiness need not make waste:
many good thing's been erased,
merely 'cause it had come first
tho the final thing was worse.
so, i chide thy brevitie,
but, though indisposed you bee,
i applaud thy pageantrie.

sleep well, crewmen, now's the calm;
further on, we'll lack sleep's balm.
either cold, or storm will wake;
thunder'll roll, and ship shall shake.
write thy letters, final woulds,
parcel out thy earthly goods;
be at peace, then, come what could.

Hickory dickory dock
The nurse was scrubbing my cock

thou art lonely as the lamplight gleaming
as the ember on the hearth-fire fading
as the shadow when the watcher's dreaming,
and the day-light 'fore the sun's evading—
but O! thou sendst thy lonely thoughts away—
thy lonely thoughts from smothered wicks away—
as mist, mist upon the morning day — — —

Sometimes I love you guys
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSkT-tvoKdk
There is an OC poetry thread up

>>24533553
thourt a plucky one, i ween;
finer writ than most i've seen.
cuddy, shepherd, long ygoe,
in his fire's fading glow,
wouldst indict to night his woe.
hobbinol, close by, would grin,
though yet sleepless for the din.

>>24533639
yes, i saw a few good shots,
some approaching, even, hot,
yet all momentary, brief,
each a lonely leaf, while I
plait a laurel wreath, or try.
sparks may sizzle, but they're tame.
what i wish to touch, is flame.

Nah bruhhh you trippin. Ts funny asl nigga

>>24532775
Dark ink hereby shall recant
now, on white page supplicant
day-old lines, half-formed and scant
from requests given.

Today, knocking upon door
shall not bind the pen to bore
through unrefined narrator,
turds hasty to spin.

Inside dog-eared college text
see here! Studied lines, codex
dutifully form'd, it wrecks
petticoat-clad men.

"X and Y, it's both or one,
mark your gender station."
Cut not weiner off for fun,
male life you're still in.

>>24534434
oh, we back on that again?
you're a lousy use of pen.
is that all you are good for?
wondering what'd in my drawers?
boot yourself, o man-pig-thing!
diagnosis: ding-a-ling,
bell-end with a leaden ring.

>>24534434
oh, we back on that again?
you're a lousy use of pen.
is that all you are good for?
wondering what's in my drawers?
boot yourself, o man-pig-thing!
diagnosis: ding-a-ling,
bell-end with a leaden ring.

is this how gentlemen fought the 1800s?

>>24535006
poetry goes further back.
it is ancienter than math.
that you know this, i'd assume,
but in this particular room
some think words began with keats.
suckle here at learning's teats:
all had verse but modern freaks.

>>24530835 (OP)
> "When this gay earth..."
Do you ever stop and wonder if you should read the rest?

>>24535143
"brooding on the vast abyss" --
from what am i quoting this?
"madst it pregnant": when hast thou?
when on earth, from birth to now,
hast thou done a thing of worth?
didn't even google search...
triggered hard by age-old words.

>>24530835 (OP)
you will never be a woman

>>24535126
>suckle here at learning's teats:
weirdo

>>24535373
you will never be a man.
boy, you'll stay, though past short pants.
here's the reason, though it's sad:
you had no real human dad,
just a cog in some machine,
who taught aught but being mean.
i could beat your ass. DEADBEEF

>>24535513
Well, no, none of that is true. What is true is that you will never be a woman.

>>24530853
You suck.

>>24535408
something called a fucking joke,
deaf dead dumb retarded bloke.
ah, but i forget my vow:
i renew it. quiet, now,
i will stay, no matter how
they do fart and bray at me.
how i keep my oaths, hence see.

>>24535521
one last thing -- i can't resist --
i could beat your ass to shit.
noon tomorrow, journal square.
you're the bitch if you're not there.
no one called me girl but you --
well, some other gooners, too.
such a telling thing to do.

>>24530835 (OP)

Now lost his mind
is not his own
it comes and goes
and takes a part
of him to leave
a part of it
until they know
they are the same
in consciousness
expendable
expanded it
then finds it self
confined the self
now lost.

>>24535566
i'm not sure quite what you mean.
quite confusing stuff, indeed.
"self" is but a condiment:
though to you it's referent,
you are made of many parts.
one thing we may feel at heart,
but we're more like packs of cards.

>>24535597

Are you asking me or telling me what the self is.

>>24535624
i can't hear you well at all.
speak up, sonny, i'm too tall.
high, that is. i'm such a whiz.
whatever my theory is,
i would like to hear your own.
i don't get it. throw me bone.
of what stuff's the mental zone?

>>24535648

The self refers to the entire universe in the first instance.
In the second it's an unenlightened human or hylic, viewing themselves as seperate from the universe.

>>24535686
this has only made it worse.
i am not the universe,
but i'm never quite the same.
am then i, or stars to blame?
o, how they do hotly flame!
cursed stars, come down, fight mee;
i'm owed much revenge on thee.

>>24535726

You are the universe because I think so. Thoughts are physical processes in the brain. Since you aren't making me think otherwise, that's is all there is to it.

>>24535748
ah, but were it physical,
something could from me it pull.
up from sparking synapses,
i have built a mental fizz
which does show what i do wish.
on what plane, or frame, or thing
do we project imagining?

You aren't improving
Your poems are turds
You can't sing
You're bad with words
You aren't funny
You can't groove
You have no money
You won't improve

night agloss with wisping snow.
brazen engine down below
makes a clamor all alone.
rotor-music makes its drone.
cards are played in orange light.
bone-boy fingers tootless pipe.
shipbread's moistened for the bite.

jammis voo has drawn an ace,
shanghaied man sees from his face.
noble knight has seen it too.
murloc-boy has anted goo.
straight man has a three-in-kind.
i, as captain, cannot play:
fool to take one's sailors' pay.

>>24536065

You can imagine the weight of something, and that weight is real insofar as the neurons firing that allow you to visualize and feel are real and weigh. That does not mean conclusions based on the imagination are accurate. Does not require your imagination to manifest itself in any other way, and for your brain to gain 10 pounds because you imagined the weight of something you wrongly deem 10 pounds.

>>24536914
"image" is a point enough:
images are made of stuff.
they are made of pixels, paint,
or else light upon a plane.
whence the image in my head?
how is formed the blue, and red?
what trace leaves a word unsaid?

>>24537025

An image isn't always seen as the byproduct of the mind so it is less accurate. It would imply there are seperations between the mind and thing imagined where there aren't, just as people do not consider a drawing a physical a part of the brain, instead a byproduct.

>>24537036

replace byproduct in the first instance with apart of, that should be less confusing.

>>24537036
that that is, is thus a thing.
stat, ergo, id est, rex.
it exists, the thinking fuzz.
math says also that it does.
maybe roots of minus ones
as a hive of bees do buzz.
i must work, but, heavy stuff!

>>24537025
Images can be from dreams,
made from thoughts, ideas, memes.
Can such image, truth define?
Image itself is a truth,
its existence utter sooth
yet drawn, often, with false lines.
Artists seek, we sometimes see,
to deceive. Some men with glee
wear bras, pretend female youth.
Yet men remain, you'll observe,
though clothes sometimes hide their bird,
broad shoulders hint to the truth.

>>24537058
>>24537291

Yeah this doesn't make any sense to me. Speak in plainly if you care.

speak plainly* sorry, I should probably type formally on a slower board.

>>24537309
To "speak plain," as you clearly seek
would lift the mask, verbal mystique,
and lay bare my vulgarity.
Herein I lay these flowing lines
with message resting in their twine
restricted from some laity.
Those who shrink from parsing such writ,
sadly, miss lines analytic
of strange man, gender refugee.

>>24537291
when i think of pikachu,
what is it i really do?
is he made of light, of beams,
or of particles, like steam?
if a thing is to be real,
it cannot be just ideal.
i can even hear him squeal.

>>24537320
this one thread is not for that
please put on thy muddling hat.
finna get weighty in this trap.
simply put, what is a dream?
what strange batter do we cream?
physics says, all info lives:
where then are my lost dreams hid?

at the end of several hands,
most of pot is shanghaied man's.
this quite pleases captain me:
maybe he'll more loyal be,
seeing that we deal him fair
and let him have comfy chair.
still, him first, if we fight bear.

others get the deal, i think.
see how they ply him with drink.
some may think it strange to go
out to sea trapped in with foe,
but, as tried old captains know,
anything to keep alert.
much is worse than foe-in-berth.

ahh, from far i see a berg,
catching sun with its tall girth,
standing in the sunset's way
as it tries to close the day.
over flat tho sighing deep
sunset's final beams do sweep,
caught by naught but that berg steep.

night is time for marking charts:
where we've been, and where we are.
this far, we still know the stars.
further on, they may get strange:
i sought charts with utmost range,
but who knows what they are worth.
up there stars may kiss the earth.

second watch is jammis voo's.
he is serious, and shrewd,
i think, and of even mood,
though he's lost much he had had.
several high-chip hands went bad.
true, there's many hands to come:
patience like his has oft won.

captain now must catch a wink:
only time i touch the drink.
bed, and in the afternoon,
when i catch a secret snooze.
i sleep not quite nuff in night.
captain keeps the latest light.
unwatched men will drink and fight.

weakling dawn thaws nothing out,
covered up by fat low cloud.
icy sea shakes lustilie
that it may yet cold still be.
we've no chicken, but we'e got
oaf up there, who groans a lot
soon as sun makes his head hot.

now i been long way from man,
troll way to me back do cam.
it more easy on the tusk.
pie is sweeter, minus crust.
ah, this ruddy iron husk --
beit my death, i have come far,
for one born neath not one star.

>>24540222
Long way from Man! speaks Narrator -
He never left! Let it be known
that putting peen under scissor
will not make womanhood your own.

>>24540285
lmao. suck my pen.
read before you talk again.
separating characters
from their players is, i've heard,
something kids can do by four.
are you three, or what's the score?
comprehension -- f for poor.

This thread, a joke
The author, pic rel

>>24537548
>of strange man, gender refugee.
ywnbaw

>>24540424
>>24540418
boy, i'll kick your candy ass.
i have cultivated mass.
when i do, it comes quite fast.
you're a weenie in a chair;
well-done meat where i am rare.
careful when you pick a fight.
see you in crown heights at night.

>>24540719
case in point

> i have cultivated mass.
so you're not only an obnoxious tranny, you're also a fat one. I am done posting in this thread and will wait for it to die like OP should.

>>24540719
Cultivated mass, as well,
my pantaloons feel in swell.
Seething river, hurricane:
I've ate beans, they'll leave dark stain
upon your floor, a symbol
of your loins' surgical hole.

a poetry troll

made some shit

thread I wound up looking at for
longer than 30 seconds

all indications
are bad intentions
meaningless attention the only result

no feedback worth anyone's time possible
no material worth reading present

accept this brief interruption to the hellscape nature of the surrounding text:
make haste to the grave

>>24540839
>>24540812
only you said girl in here.
what are you, some kind of queer?
so i like to wear nice clothes.
what's it matter to you, bro?
i could kick your ass in half.
bet your dad would watch and laugh.
plus, my car is really fast.

>>24540959
malding, malding, bet he's bald.
cannot dance my dance at all.
really should stay by the wall,
but he spazzes on the floor,
mad i'm fun and he is bore.
snicker, snicker. what a cad.
eat a wiener!! im so badd...

ahh, we're getting norther now.
ice does freeze upon the prow.
frosting mist does kiss the brow.
hands, be ware, and jelly peel.
who knows what aboard may steal.
wyrm may land, or pirate leap.
giant hand may reach from deep.

>>24541758
Giant hand may reach from deep,
so true,
as also it forms a fist,
for you,
invade your butthole's strong keep,
and hew
apart your bumhole's raw cyst.
You'll do.

I don't know a thing bout meter
I just play it all by ear
Let the words come as they may
And flow right out onto the page

I should correct for truly screen
And the words flow from the keys
And the keys pressed by the hands
Which belong to a heterosexual man

>>24542107
this one has as yet no name.
it is really yet just frame.
i'm not sure from whence it came,
but it's sorta like an englyn,
tho they let the line be lengethenéd.
i learned metric rules in school,
polydactyl virgil's tools.

piercing air is sweet to me:
i was born in cave much deep,
where the cold wind never sleept.
there the tunnels always howled,
like some frigid dragon's bowels.
oh, it was a homely place,
sole abode of my blue race.

morning brings another rise.
oh, my tires bones and eyes.
now there are three bergs in view --
we may hit a floe-sheet soon;
then we'll see what she can do.
dwarfbuilt ship should power through,
but one proves by test the new.

morning brings another rise.
oh, my tired bones and eyes.
now there are three bergs in view --
we may hit a floe-sheet soon;
then we'll see what she can do.
dwarfbuilt ship should power through,
but one proves by test the new.

grinning on a floe i see
faceless seals, scar'd variously.
these beasts are, i've found, misnamed --
on their backs a face is framed:
eyes on rump that look behind,
nose that's safe from spiked fish spines.
whiskered mouth catch fish just fine.

i have found their meat is sweet,
but makes hungry, for to eat.
back up quick comes their fat beef.
better food's the walrabus:
tho he leaps, and well can crush,
his twelve tons are scrump-tee-ous.
'scuse the drool that wet my tusk.

>>24543177
>>24543910
>>24544423
still sending all thy lonely thoughts away?
the board is dead and crew sent off the bay—
beneath the waves where arctic fishes lie
and the floe-sheets gentle floweth by.
thy poems are but signpost, seal or sign,
of life or arctic fish caught on the line;
a morsel for a captain on the brink,
who hath no merry crew nor mead nor drink
here save the tender poesy on the post—
and now, (forthwith he makes the very most)
returns in kind with morsel—signpost new,
to mark the way and break the wretched view.

>>24543177
>>24543910
>>24544423
still sending all thy lonely thoughts away?
the board is dead and crew sent off the bay—
beneath the waves where arctic fishes lie
and the floe-sheet gentle floweth by.
thy poems are but signpost, seal or sign,
of life or arctic fish caught on the line;
a morsel for a captain on the brink,
who hath no merry crew nor mead nor drink
here save the tender poesy on the post—
and now, (forthwith he makes the very most)
returns in kind with morsel—signpost new,
to mark the way and break the wretched view.

>>24545349
>and the floe-sheet gentle floweth by.
and where* the floe-sheet gently* floweth by.
the first there was a simple type mistake—
the second is a better sound to make;
and with those poorly mended is a third
more clumsy than the rest of written word:
"here save the tender poesie on the post"
which better written would be rendered so:
"here, save the lonely poem on the post"—
yet in my dash to write was tendered low—
so low it was in skill and execution
that one could hardly trust in my locution.
and thus the poem proper is as so:

still sending all thy lonely thoughts away?
the board is dead and crew sent off the bay—
beneath the waves where arctic fishes lie
and where the floe-sheet gently floweth by.
thy poems are but signpost, seal or sign,
of life or arctic fish caught on the line;
a morsel for a captain on the brink,
who hath no merry crew nor mead nor drink
here, save the lonely poem on the post—
and now, (forthwith he makes the very most)
returns in kind with morsel—signpost new,
to mark the way and break the wretched view.

>>24545349
alright, boys, we'll head for senj.
think our ticket's up here, gents.
never far was i from home
when with boys with whom i'd grown.
senj, on old illyria's coast;
there we'll die or else be free.
morris-dance no more will ey.

>>24545777
roysters, ranglers, trim your tails,
rounders, this the final sail;
nar once more on england's shore
will we be seen. everichon
turneth to grey; i'll not abide
here one day more. let me have
my life with me, please the lord.

>>24545780
squabble nie: this band must hold,
else our tale is trimmed and told.
scattered on some stony ground
let us be lost, never found,
rather than be hanged in town.
let them for us ever watch;
worry breaks men on such rocks.

>>24545785
it was sad old perjurie,
that's all that i'll say to thee.
goodbye to thee, and thy old wrack,
london-town, thou pit so black!
not for pardon ever back;
rank old rows in pervert's pews:
curse her, and the tongue i use!

humbills gathered in the air
means some feast doth float up there:
jellysub gone jellyblimp,
fearsome mass of stingfly shrimp,
or perhaps a water-imp
marshals them from hidden midst.
sold my soul to one, i didst.

more like lent -- i got it back.
strange to lend a soul like hat,
but that imp did pay me fat.
what he did, i not quite know.
it was several years ago.
nothing fell has hapt me since,
& i spent well that thirteen pence.

near a week without a foe.
almost wish that one would show,
lest unwatchful we should grow.
i be careful what i wish.
maybe merely frightful fish,
flopper aboard, and gasping, would
do us, by surprise, some good.

egret sandy shoal e'speech;
i ramble about the pall on a misty beach
t'is the moon, her light alone i'll soon
reach at the caspian ghost sea
luna on her prowl, i'm on my trawl
on the rail line coasting a'fixed--not free
the shoal is the cobble streets
station stop: the man of mystery
on a bench i might reach but
i was lured a'way by she
i was lured a'way by she.

Everyone in this thread is fucking emo
Try writing about something other than yourselves for once or just be quiet
Self-regard is earned

>>24530853
If you never speak or write a word again that might be the only favor you can do the world at this point

>>24547748
But almost all the "poems" here are about innocuous things like boatmen or just meta shitposting

i'll then do some angling:
anchorhook on chainlink string,
baited with a hacked salt ham,
may catch sqhuale, or giant can,
from which giant's et the spam.
it doth make a brave man blush,
such great cans can giants crush.

he doth ranch where skull-cows howl,
cracker-white with chill-cracked brow.
et my corn i crak ye ded
so to us he bluntly said,
brandishing his knobbercane,
fierce astride his horse decayed.
"snxhnbnxbks," it neighed.

he doth ranch where skull-cows howl,
cracker-white with chill-cracked brow.
et my corn i crak ye ded
so to us he bluntly said,
brandishing his knobbercane,
fierce astride his horse decayed.
"snxhnbnxbks," it neighed.

I am the most intelligent user on /lit tonight . Prepare to get brainmogged, illiterates

>>24548938
i've been waiting on thy wit
quite some time: is't all of it
seen therein? your lazy quote,
junk, your little bag of dope,
makaveli -- math, some hope;
why can't thou be proud of that
stead of coping bout my rap?

skipt a bit, but we cam there
up a cliff with ice-cut stairs,
which we saw from far last night:
tween two blues, a thin strip white.
lucky there were nar no fog,
else we might have hit straight on.
couldn't tell if wall or block.

curdled he some suspect milk,
while in his cold house we chilled.
he told us what he did know:
he whipt wizards, long ago;
they then blasted him with snow.
when awoke, his home was froze,
and, he realized, he'd no nose.

oaf, outside, made friends with cow,
kissing her upon the brow;
thus we had to take her on:
rancher sold her for a song.
boneboy played it -- silent -- long.
from him else, we got horn-bongs,
etched with century-worked-on drawings.

heading west, we cam on beach,
hailstone-swept, and sun-bone-bleached.
left again, now pointing south.
oft the wayward chance home-bound.
still, there is a sense in me,
drawn of birds, and scent of sea:
river's mouth no far way be.

>>24530835 (OP)
How is this poem?
Does it make your dick tingle,
You gay space retard.

>>24551497
an artist, with this text.
i kneel, in respect.

>>24551497
come here, all you handsome men,
i want to touch dick again.
ah, lo, lo, let it be plump,
veined, thump, pump, pump.
it is all in bed with me,
old linguistic outlawry,
which once made kings pay fools' fees.

>>24552043
what, are we still in fourth grade?
charmides, i read in eighth,
very gay. why then do you
act like this is something new?
what now could your pissing do,
when alex and his patroclus
are now intermingled dust?

mark ye, if a river's here,
here where ice is hard all year,
it must be the source of brine:
ocean's tip, milk, and mine;
where it comes from, cold and pure,
where pours in the tide so sure;
without which, the sea fresh were.

>>24552038
>>24552501

You crow of kings, of fools, of dust,
But can't distinguish love from lust.
You name old Greeks, but lack their poise;
You are a child that plays with toys.

You rhyme like soup, all spill, no form,
Each metaphor a jumbled storm.
Your syntax trips on every wave
A clown in Aristotle’s grave.

So yes, go preach of plump and pump,
But know your verse? A steaming dump.
A sea of slosh, of farting flair
You wouldn't know a rhyme from air.

>>24553305
i've a practiced stutterstep
that you have quite overleapt.
not my fault you're stuck on eight.
even stevens can't relate.
tho a bore, you try to prate.
see my kingdom: build thy own.
lay thee here then thy first stone.

>>24553534
You stammer rhymes like Fisher-Price,
All clack and clash, not once concise.
Your "kingdom"? Kek - a sandbox throne,
Built out of memes and sticks alone.

You verse is shit with diapered flair,
Your words pollute the atmosphere.
A rhyme should strike, not wet the bed,
Yours dribble out like jokes half-dead.

You think your mess has intellect?
You should admit, you just got rekt.
This isn’t wit, it’s crayon play.
So hush, child-poet. Go away.

>>24553580
iambic tetrameter's
all you seem to know, dear sir.
were i such to hence employ
i suppose you'd cry for joy,
but i won't, for i am coy.
this precocious meter mine
hobbles those of too-straight line.

My ass I sit on
The stuffy air irritating the skin on my face
Brain pushing against the inner surface of my skull
Heart is drumming away
Could it be?
Yes, it is
The metal buckle is hanging on my ankle is suspended over a pool of denim
My phallus is gripped tightly in my paws
I am gooning

>>24553305
>>24553580
AI "poetry" all sounds the same. One giveaway is the
>that isn't x, it's y

lo, here een in farrest north,
river's tongue has teeth grown forth.
fair it be to spy new port,
fairer near than spy my girl.
i've made mark on my own map --
file this with board-of-path,
journey's paid for near by half.

wenkislek, their vill were named.
oh, chill chilly! they were well maned;
not much make ice troll say brr
but that place was fifty belurr.
they trade us much great thick fur.
double-parkaed, i feel fine,
but i leer more north to climb.

anchor just a bit off quay;
harborboat will come ply we.
while i like to see strange towns,
which is why i travel round,
i would rather not come down
with a bug or belly-ague,
or, worse yet, pink pimple-plague.

>>24530835 (OP)
I look around outside and what do I see?
A horde of niggers bothering me.
With their nappy hair and ugly lips
Surely these creatures have come form the abyss

Why are they here in my home
Whey dey blasting music from dey phone
Don't they know that headphones exist
So that neighboorly consideration and persist?

The niglets breed like locusts from a swarm
The beauty of my country is something I mourn
While societal upheavel continues to brood
Ooga booga booga, bix nood.

>>24555395
excuse the typos I am phone posting from the park

Guess who else is at the park?

>>24555395
all i see in whitey whitesville
is malaise and crocs and psych pills.
you are very plainly green:
this same thing, we both have seen.
those without, are having fun
with their speakers and their tongues,
while whites rot like curdled cum.

>>24555404
i am paler than fresh milk,
where no sun has kist me gilt.
crusty heart, and veiny skin
write on thee thy inner sin --
o, it hapneth all again...
souring of the indoor men
tilts the fall from if, to when.

gret they were, those of that town;
easly quite they hauled us down
crates of pork, and barrelmeat,
northern specialty, rot-sweet.
tho i offer dwarvengeld,
they averse to how it smelled;
say it burn a man, if held.

When glimpse your hand in the catalog, methink it a penis.

>>24555698
>i am paler than fresh milk,
trannies should be hanged with silk
>where no sun has kist me gilt.
I will have all trannies killed
>crusty heart, and veiny skin
you're a tranny deep within
>write on thee thy inner sin --
when you die people will grin
>o, it hapneth all again...
shot a tranny with no brain
>souring of the indoor men
tranny sucking cocks again
>tilts the fall from if, to when.
tranny go to hell, amen.

>>24556108
aww, go smoke some weed, u bitch.
ur now on my pissmas list
every time i spray the bowl
i am watering your soul.
i this favor do your hole
'cause you're clearly blackened dry,
or else have two lazy eyes.

What a trooned out fucked up thread
faggot boy is spreading dread
talks of seamen, makes up words
reading all his dribble hurts
all his lines don't even rhyme
it is shitty all the time
write no more you pompous fraud
take your meds it's time to stop

>>24556203
lol bitch and list don't rhyme you hack

>>24556203
>aww, go smoke some weed, u bitch.
troons like you die in a ditch
>ur now on my pissmas list
troons like you should not exist
>every time i spray the bowl
shit goes in your every hole
>i am watering your soul.
tranny boy has lost control
>i this favor do your hole
yawn your rhymes are such a droll
>'cause you're clearly blackened dry,
faggot boy can't even try
>or else have two lazy eyes.
tranny boy meet your demise

>>24555698
>i am paler than fresh milk,
>>24556203
see pic, press X to doubt

>>24556246
go and see, in old john donne,
if rhyme's always squarely on.
that you judge by text, not ear,
is, from what you say, quite clear.
you'll take any cause to sneer,
cause you just can't do this, bitch!
try, or else you prove it, kid.

>>24556244
>>24556264
they who dare to push me pills
can, for all i care, be killed:
you and trooners are the same.
same sick shit by different name.
what though odd is whole, and full,
both deny is natural.
one could say, "same shit new bull."

>>24556287
Donne's a hack you should have known
and your slop have clearly shown
that you cannot write for shit
rhyming like a silly kid
quacking like a silly goose
and if you write more, you lose

>>24556274
l.m.a.o., potted plant.
what i have is called a tan.
i get one each summer, man.
do you, like, just stay inside?
no wonder then your brain is fried.
o, go lay, and eat a peach;
heal thee at a lake or beach.

>>24556307
but if you don't take your pill
same old dribble you shall spill
more of nothing you shall write
and retort with vile spite
end your downward spiral drop
end this thread, it's time to stop

>>24556322
>o, go lay, and eat a peach;
>heal thee at a lake or beach.
nonsense

>>24556315
>>24556333
you have lost by scoring six.
seven is the count here, bitch.
trouble counting, i think, is
commoner these days with kids,
what with phones, and all that biz,
'cause their thumbs are all the use,
so's they's only counts by twos.

>>24556336
have you never seen the sea?
is that fruit unknown to thee?
what thee else could ever mean
i, for all, just can not glean.
skin needs sun for vitamins,
and, i bet, still-unknown things;
what more help can i thee bring?

>>24556341
making dribble seven lines
is still dribble all the time
you can add or can subtract
you write dribble that's a fact
dribbling here and dribbling there
spilling dribble everywhere

>>24556363
>skin needs sun for vitamins,
>and, i bet, still-unknown things;
like what?

>>24556366
dribble me a seventh then.
why dost thou withhold thy pen?
this fun shape, it filters squares.
all the even world, is theirs,
but us odds must have our wheres.
do me seven, little mouse,
or be quiet in my house.

>>24556369
i don't know them. they're unknown.
that's what that word means, you drone.
all i know is that i feel
much at peace in sun, and healed,
if thoust not, that's thy own deal.
maybe thou art from a hole,
like a furtive worm or mole.

>>24556383
rhyming should have no constraints
numbering the lines is lame
poerty has no control
it's a fire of the soul
do not follow stupid rules
lest you want to be a fool
write your own, make some mistakes
can't have seven here's eight.

>>24556402
there are many ways to write.
here, i say that seven's right.
arbitrary, but that's life.
play the game, or feel the knife.
if you can't do what i do
then i have one up on you.
less or more is still off true.

>>24556435
Rain soaks my shoulders,
the battle already done
I bow to the storm.

>>24530835 (OP)
nice handwriting

they but asked to copy maps.
dangerous thing, since filling gaps
may permit unknown attack.
who knows who, or what, at that,
may from them get some dot lacked
tween their lair, and ours, and back,
and so put our home to sack?

dwarf in all case said to sign:
he fears nothing undivine,
which would not need humble map
if he willed a land to wrack.
dwarf e'en says he can push back
that that is the thunderclap:
jove, who made the earth we map.

this his greatest testament:
tho with much it must be blent,
his world may diffuse this freeze
various ways, with devil's heat,
and, instead of frost-y-flame,
much of world between is tame;
all that's mild from him came.

jammis voo been awful quiet.
i ask why he gan so silent.
pointed he ar river's mouth,
where a log was floating out.
said he subtly, "that's no log.
take my scope. 'tis frozen hog.
last time man. they net it quick."

"what they pick, they seem to keep,
make a boil of, and eat."
noble knight, who listened by,
saith, "o i like not this place.
tell no lie, i'd leave in haste."
thus advised, i hove upstream,
closed the hatch, and chuffed the steam.

lightless brine did creak the beams.
cold were felt at every seam.
this for what this ship was built:
more the cold, the more full tilt,
using brine to superchill
and catch certain particles.
also, here are lead-lined wools.

lo, we are now up the mouth.
pray that thee again go south:
think of desert palms, and fruit.
think of these, as more than loot:
he who dieth, gets no boot.
keep thy head, and both thy legs,
that i carve no posts ot pegs!

a penis i see
when i scroll by thee
the dainty pink hand in the catalog

at a quick glance
methinks that perchance
a man has pulled from his pants
penis

>>24559936
>lo, we are now up the mouth.
in weiner, you've touched all about.
>pray that thee again go south:
going down? O what a lout
>think of desert palms, and fruit.
between your eyeballs you will shoot
>think of these, as more than loot:
your bum-chimney filled with soot
>he who dieth, gets no boot.
foot obsession? that's a hoot
>keep thy head, and both thy legs,
not a women, don't have eggs
>that i carve no posts ot pegs!
still you wallow, in the dregs

>>24530853
It sounds like the pen name for a smut writer from the 70's, as a play on the name Don Juan.

>>24535126
>ancienter

grewst the dwarven engine's woob
til aught else could hear the crew.
bank-o-sensor kept course true.
not much task but watch and wait,
hydrate well, and hunger sate.
dwarven engine drains a man;
said to make his inside tan.

thus, tho it is mighty strong,
mustn't use it for too long.
must set hooks against the flow.
stopt; i scan with periscope
all around, which is pure snow,
but for something off quite far
which is tall, and thin, and dark.

what that is, i'll never learn,
less'n river that way turn.
very air, the skin do burn,
so we'll not go over land
less'n there's a tracked snow-van
rentable around somewhere,
with big gun to fight ice-bear.

>>24560759
>grewst the dwarven engine's woob
you envy the female boob
>til aught else could hear the crew.
"Cut off my weiner!" cries you
>bank-o-sensor kept course true.
you cut off balls, but they're still blue
>not much task but watch and wait,
why do your male-born balls you hate
>hydrate well, and hunger sate.
you crave a womb with which to mate
>dwarven engine drains a man;
Masculine self, your dress a sham
>said to make his inside tan.
Of chromosomes you're not a fan

i again turn engine on,
tho my throat still feel bit frogged.
up more north, found other port;
those there seemed a nobler sort,
coming down on things called clydes --
name, we learned, for horse most wide,
good in snow, tho tough of hide.

>>24563382
attention whore

noble salutations geen,
they professed to needing beans,
which were favored for their colts,
mixed up well with nuts, and bolts.
we had such of these in store
we could feed all heaven's poor.
we gave all they asked, and more.

what the fuck is happening in this thread?

>>24563553
I cant tell either. I think its 2 people spamming 'poems.'

Arson

Your blood is a wine
Like Night's long dream
And Sea's fantasy
The hanging man's insanity
Tonight I'll destroy everything
Just to feel my heart pangs
Come undone like knotted hair
I'm the wave and the crash
I'm a dead man walking
I want to eat people
My skin is all rhymes
Twenty-twenty-five
Twenty-twenty-five
Let's sink into our crimes
I'm hiding from the CIA

>>24563793
>Your blood is a wine
ay that's what jesus said

>>24548938
>draws spine not CNS
Well. Neither of us are doctors

How do I get into poetry, /lit/?

>>24564649
You listen to the muses and write what they sing

>>24564656
this anon knows

>>24564656
Sorry, I meant reading poetry, I find it very puzzling. My lit classes, throughout my entire life, usually neglected poetry.

>>24564674
just read it lil nigga

>>24564674
Read aloud

what we gat in turn from them,
not much use to living men --
warding coins for eyes of dead,
that, til fully rots the head,
dreams will not be dark -- instead,
they will see a field of ice,
which, compared to hell, is nice.

I came into this thread hoping to read something that wasn't complete dog shit, and everything posted is extremely simplistic rhymes. Do better you fucking losers.

>>24565840
>the beta linguistic complexity fan versus the chad nursery rhyme enjoyer

It’s interesting as fuck. At last, what women
Keep in their bags, revealed! The WORST birthday,
For the low price of one large matcha latte,
We tried six hundred brands of fresh-spun linen.

I’m in a sports bar that’s in a casino,
And here’s how I got rich from home. This dude
Went dumpster diving. THIS is in your food.
Dump him this instant if he wears these chinos.

Los Angeles bush-fires. You’ve never seen
A cat do this. You too can learn to code.
On second Mondays. List of episodes.
Pacific flights from 5/12. Slay that, queen.

My nephew, 33M, can’t find work.
Ten toxic traits to tell you they’re a jerk.

Up-close of my vagina. Link in bio.
Men fear this graph. You won't believe her face
before the fillers. Urgent: what's the ratio
of vibes to rent in any coastal place?

You need these boots. This quiz knows when you’ll die.
Just look at what she wore to court that day.
Why Gen Z hates the thumbs-up. Six signs why
Your dog might sue. (But not in Florida.)

The moon is fake. The vibes are off. A plane
went missing full of memes and libertarians.
This pill reversed my age. She danced through pain.
These aren’t your mom’s sectarian Ukrainians.

They photoshopped my foreskin. Here's the proof.
I ghosted him, and now I’m bulletproof.

Hi dugs

First, clean the penis with an antiseptic.
Make sure all patient records have been checked.
Apply a dorsal nerve-block anesthetic.
Wait up to fifteen minutes for effects.

With a blunt probe, detach inner mucosa.
Pull forward the redundant foreskin. Plan
Incision line beneath the glans corona.
Cut open foreskin to expose the glans.

Pull up redundant foreskin. Clamp
Incision line. Now with a sterile scalpel,
Excise the foreskin from the penile shaft
With care. Some shield the glands using a panel.

Now once the wound is safely cauterized
And dressed, the patient has been circumcised.

The viral TikTok egg. You'll be OBSESSED.
Forget your grandpa's quiche. This jammy treat
Is BLOWING UP our feeds. Isn't it neat?
Click here to take the free NPD test.

I hate my incel boyfriend. First, boil water,
Put in the eggs ‘til hard boiled. Next
Melt butter at high heat. Think of rough sex.
Let cool over recordings of mass slaughter.

The eggs go in the butter. Genocide.
My ops should watch out. Turn, keeping heat high,
Stir in the garlic. Sixty ways to die.
You'll never get a job. Obama lied.

Now once the eggs are fully coated, click
To have our AI chatbot rate your dick.

>>24566547
>>24566401
>>24566293
>>24566221
sonnets of a modern life:
grim, and i don't criticize.
such the volume now, of lies,
gross-outs, awful things,
i don't click or heed my pings.
most of web be awful place;
by the day, a worser waste.

>>24566672
Whoever you may be, sincerely, thank you,
For validating my mean view of things in verse.
These days, no matter what we online can spew,
All that's for sure is still that real life's worse.

into my dreams she was injected
a once respected realm
infected
not willow bark or garlic
not derivative of insect
nor iodine or ivermectin
can relieve me of the suffering
or sever what erected

i suffer twice my time this pain
for sullen sting defines the day
and turns the mind in awful ways
a deserted future
a derailed train
half a dozen murder claims
the force of nature
with no compare
there isn't any surface bare

a memory that makes man lame

there isn't any therefore there

>>24566221
>>24566293
>>24566401
>>24566547
I felt that, damn.

>>24566737
That's what she said

>>24566687
"real" is very hard to find.
screens and billboards scratch the mind
til one's deep out in the pines.
while this phoney world's not "fake,"
technically, i'd like to make
laserbeams shoot from my eyes
every time a phone walks by.

The best anime princess must be Haru.
I've watched each episode, and she's sugoi
In all of them. Not even Ecchimaru
Could beat the Kancho demon-lord Aoi.

In season nine, while hard at work beheading
Ten thousand demon children, she made sure
As sakura winds blew, to skip her wedding,
For, as she said, a princess must stay pure.

My 2D princess Haru! If you knew
The jars I've filled with cum, the 4 a.m.s
Beholding nylon figurines of you,
You would approve, my pure, untainted gem!

But since — alas! — I can't enter your ether,
Princess Hibakusha-chan’s not bad either.

Tell me how I can fix
The thing that makes up this divide
This thing that pulls me away -
This tide that pulls me away -
Away from you, away from you!
I'm caught and taken away from you!
I have this hole inside
A terrible feeling that comes from you
For the terrible future I've made with you
And the terrible thing I have to do
The terrible thing -
The terrible tide -
We were so good together
And I don't know why I'm here
I find that I am dragged away -
Away from you, away from you!
I'm caught and taken away from you!
This feeling has led me away -
This tide has led me away -
Even if we are both aware
That our hearts are tangled
I find you drifting away!
I watch you slipping away!
And even though I hold on tight
Still holding you all through the night
I know that you are away!
Away from me, away from me!
You're so far away from me!
No matter what you mean to me
I find you far away!
And every morning I discover
Brand new forms of agony
Another way to grit my teeth
Against forces that pull me away -
A tide that pulls me away -
Away from you, away from you!
I'm caught and taken away from you!
And nothing is right!
I know what you want.
To send me away!
To push me away!
Away from you, away from you!
I know you've sent me away from you!
And there's nothing I can do,
To keep from pulling away from you!
My love is not enough.
My time is not enough.
You've sent me away.
Away from you!
Away from you!
What am I meant to do?

>>24567700
And to show that I am actually aware of what meter is hopefully:

He went for a walk one sunny day
Wrapped in indignity
Locking his door behind him,
Life's problems not for he

He came up on a woman
And being mugged was she
"Help, help, it's two versus one!"
She cried out to the street

"I do not see, I must confess"
"What that's to do with me"
"I wish you luck, but I'll egress"
Was the reply from he

He continued his walk that sunny day
Doffing his hat at she
Her screams died out behind him,
Life's problems not for he

He came up on a riot next
Which seethed with mad frenzy
A few police were badly pressed
The rest was anarchy

"A terrible scene, I must confess,"
"But it's nothing to do with me,"
"In mine own safety I'll invest,"
Such were the thoughts of he

He continued his walk that sunny day
As blood ran down the street
The shouts died out behind him,
Life's problems not for he

He came up on a liar next
With a crowd bowed at their feet
They promised all a righteous quest
With eyes made black with greed

"A dangerous group, I must confess,"
"But who would listen to me?"
"I'll keep my cards pressed to my chest,"
Dolefully muttered he

He continued his walk that sunny day
As the crowd leapt to their feet
Revolution cried out behind him
Life's problems not for he

At last the sun was setting
And it was time to head for home
Where once he passed a city
He now walked by a hole

He found his door unlocked
And nothing was left inside
But rather than being shocked,
The man just sadly sighed

"It's rather a shame, I must confess"
"That there's nothing left for me,"
"But there wasn't a thing I could've done."
"Life's problems are not for me."

>>24530835 (OP)
Poetry is the best, most honest form of writing, with the highest potential to be terrible and used to project condescension, lies, navel gazing egotism. The best and the worst

In my faggggot opinion

Night smokes in silence.
The map is blood-stained, half-lost.

>>24567226
>laserbeams shoot from my eyes
>every time a phone walks by.

The poet spilled ink.

>>24567728
This meter hobbles like it went to war, and not in an honorable way. I assign you Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Under the table,
a boy sang a song
that no one would ever pay to hear,
which is to say,
it might be real.

>>24567843
i assign you more than that:
listen to one million raps,
translate all of virgil twice,
grasp each shepheard's auld devyse --
while what's writ in tongue like yours
may be lovely, to be sure,
contrast makes the lesson pure.

that we might have time off-ship,
lest we grow ship-crampt and stiff,
i there stampt out bills of leave,
valid til tomorrow eve.
carefully, lest river freeze,
we bore up a beansack each,
while each horseman carried three.

My name is Elon Musk
I want to go to Mars
I need to do it cheaply
So I'm hiring the saars

I'll import from overseas
A bunch of H1Bs
My army of Pajeets
Will soon be in your streets
To 'complish my great Martian dream
Please, reveal bobs and vagene

>>24568574
i don't get why i'm not rich.
here is gold in every stitch!
most unrighteous is this sitch.
plus, i'm not on ketamine,
and i rarely am obscene.
someday sure, my time will come;
let the vedic eons run.

o, but that black drift is death,
surelie, and nothing less.
having seen, i need no test.
several corpses we've passed by
with the look of men surprised,
each cold stiff in rictus vile,
shock, and curse, and locked-in cry.

>>24568719
Grime! A poor! A lowly wretch!
A stretch of mind I must preach.
Human dust, I name you such,
Dame, you have nothing to teach.

There's no poems in food lines.
Enrich up much; save good dimes.
Flout such tawdry treasure troves,
Beauty floats above tough times.

step ye carefully, o then,
lest it be thy noble end
just to feed those mouthport men.
how much further, none here know,
nor how deep neath them the snow.
clydes walk lofty on the snow,
eating leaves from trees below.

Dear,
Only fragments remain,
Shards of deeper illusions,
reflections caught
in a mirror that’s forgotten.

And the sky,
dust-choked and indifferent,
like a border town bar at closing,
spat one name through static:

Elon.
Elon.
Elon.
just a bad signal repeating.

>>24563591
But why the weird pics holding their poetry? DO they love each other?

Poor sons,
their coats still warm,
their fingers curled
as if grasping the thread
of a vanished god.

Praise, praise the great Pelosi!
Within the bounds of the law, with measured celebration.
Praise be to great Pelosi!
With the pertinent cheers of a well-managed nation.

Stern of brow, the deadlock-breaker,
In measured increments, change-maker,
She moved the budget forward swiftly,
In tasteful shoes and structured blazer,
Within procedure, we exalt thee
Three hurrahs! To great Pelosi.

>>24570619
while i like her -- visually --
she looks great on old tv --
and i'm sure good things got done,
how we got here bothers one.
what a woman is, i know;
those who don't are fool or foe.
far from power both must go.

My mistakes are here.
They surround me with screaming.
And they cannot be ignored.

>>24571172
Shut the fuck up

>>24571345
hey, he has it tough, he says.
popping us such bitter pez
is far worse than his tercet.
what i just will never get
is what goes on in your head.
better thread if it were dead.
u burn little red hen's bread.

trees get fewer year by year:
one dies off, and it's unclear
if they ever seed up here.
if they did, e'en mem'ry's lost,
far far down in all that frost.
someday soon they must south go
to be someone's north-come foe.

She appears there, slightly out of focus,
caught mid-step,
mid-vote,
mid-century.

Her eyes?
Two bullet holes, orderly.

Her mouth, still war-trained, now whispered repeated words.

Somewhere, a lover burns her leaflets.
Somewhere, a girl breaks her phone in half.

>>24530835 (OP)
That must be the ugliest hand I ever saw. I don't know is it a mans hand or a womans hand

My memories,
my regrets,
lie in the ashtray
where I left yesterday.

Still,
I stayed.
Shivering.
Hollow-eyed.

>>24530835 (OP)
I saw a thread in 4chan's grace
A thread that I will not embrace,
I shall ridicule it instead,
This shitty niggerfaggot thread.

OP's a retard, that is true,
I fucked his mother 'till she was blue,
I shat upon his father's grave,
His sister is my toilet slave

He has no girl, for he is gay,
His friends have seemed to run away
Subjected to his torturous rhymes,
These ghastly literary crimes

You are a nigger, and, you see,
A woman you shall never be,
A faggot, yes, that be you can,
Pathetic failure of a man,

So leave this place, you filthy pseud,
Your mind is crooked, posts are crude,
Come back when you've something to admire,
No verification required.

They lied.
It was her,
cut open and ripening
in the kitchen light.

You wanted the truth?
It was wrapped in foil,
left in the freezer.

tho they et and drank bean-mead,
little else they had for feed.
as we warmed round their great gleeds,
we gan think they hungry be;
we thus promise many beans,
& future ships, with berths for steeds.
they seem sated, so we feast.

https://hartglass.neocities.org/
made a website for my poems

boneboy, high in roosternest,
rang his bell for thing ahead.
"seems to me," he said, come down,
"sort of metal-domed-in town,
featureless, except that there's
flags upon it, big affairs,
spelling 'soopsup' in the air."

i clamb up, to verify.
tho it did astound my eye,
there it was, and there smoke curled.
past its dock, fierce eddies whirled.
when we docked, on us did wait,
curiously, a girl in skates,
making small impatient face.

If OP could teach me how to write
The thing I always lacked
But pretend I dont
I wouldn't need to copy and paste his stuff
Just to send to 17yo girls so I can get my dick sucked
We could fuck each other's asses as we gagged and moaned
Just after a gentleman's sword fight
English is not my first language
Ghastly angloid rigamarole
I enjoy spanish and portuguese more
Therefore
I just hope you like brown cocks more

Which of these two excerpts is the best?

Double points if you can name the poet without using Google.

1/2


Men of England, heirs of Glory,
Heroes of unwritten story.
Nursling of one mighty Mother,
Hopes of her, and one another;

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen upon you --
Ye are many, they are few.

>>24575480

2/2

Birds find rest, in narrow nest
When weary of their winged quest;
Beasts find fare in woody lair
When storm and snow are in the aire.

Asses, swine, have litter spread
And with fitting food are fed;
All things have a home but one --
Thou, Oh, Englishman, have none!

A Boggle Poem, 9 round

Bat rats slant pet
Too fame stint stir same
Pare tread tea bra par rad
Wist vets vestal sale best
Bed abs roil rod horn
The best but
Lo nil nile line run he her
Toe tore too text yet
Tie tit to shot shoe shod hot drew

>>24575484
>>24575480
don't post others' work in here.
please just take a picture, dear.
by victoriana's gauge,
it seems fine, a little pained,
but i think it somewhat strange --
in his day, england ruled;
all was home where she set foot.

"hello trav'lers, blah bler blah.
soopsup stews it just like ma.
boiled bear, freeze-fried crab.
please do try our apperslab.
penguin's special, so is scad.
or, if you're a cheap old square,
just pay pass-the-eddy fare."

"either way, just come inside.
boss is lonely nuff to die,
tho won't say it, for his pride.
he will talk your ear to bits
of this awesome deal of his --
for a steal, a whole big boat --
yeah, next door to death -- that dope!"

snoozey goose floats above;
they come from the stars, like love:
so it's said, and seems now true,
else from other side he flew.
how he sleeps in air so cold,
winging while he yet does doze,
mystery is, to this blue troll.

we had us a long old night
by their mighty firelight.
knights they were, and well upright,
seeming wholesome to the sight,
yet, the pressing question was
how they, er, kept numbers up.
slight concern for funny stuff.

>tranny is a self-obsessed posturing psued
What else is new?

>>24578813
what do i here posture as,
but that that i plainly am?
what i play, is plainly me,
less'n someone else i be.
maybe i'll be when i dee,
but fer now, i'll just be bad,
careless of who it makes mad.

haters gonna hate
gonna goon and be irate
but awed am I by so much work
and deflecting so much hate.
dailiy duties he did not shirk

Came to say: This thread owns, dude you should have a blog or video channel or something. Keep it up, even if you have to do it elsewhere. What strikes me is that on paper, you just keep writing with few edits. Do you stop and think hard before each line? or, Are you just inspired and everything comes quickly? I can write maybe half a page before run out of steam. And I am always tweaking them afterward, usually for the better, to match syllables better, or find better words.

Broken into pieces
With each piece carried by the wind
In the light
I called your name

>>24579202
if my flow does you impress,
know that this is not my best:
what that is, i cannot know,
for to do it as i go
i can't much remake the dough.
when in class, it were hard job;
here, it's smooth as hunting knob.

sneakt aboard, while we were gone,
tho we learned bit later on,
one of theirs, who got not 'long
with his brotherhood at all.
since he came, they made him serve,
sit outside and daily sterve,
just for being short of nerve.

i am getting somewhat fused.
could be i am engine-bruised.
we had paid the boss his fare,
extra man, ice-knight, was there.
past that point, there's barely air.
it all falls upon the ground,
where, once set, it's ever bound.

this would be a priceless stuff;
for this journey, pay enough;
yet to capture it, is tough.
bottle must be brazen glass,
pressurized; a vacuum flask.
dwarf pay big: reagent fuel
is much use to him, and cool.

>>24579202
I just listen to some muse and write what they sing

single bottle keep its chill
many years, deep neath hot hill,
so is fine for icing milk,
crashing out precipitate;
and all sorts of magic trick.
tho we lack a way to jar,
we'll sell where it is, tho far.

rabbit made of purest white
manifested late that night.
seemed he took no stock of us,
yet he chewed up beans to dust.
we made first-man touch his fuzz,
but his nervous hand passed through.
he then wept, and we did too.

“There must be some way out, and I intend
To run.” Then spoke my AI girlfriend J4ne:
“The only way is down babe :) Let’s descend”

We came upon a pit beneath the rain
Wherein a lone man writhed, thirsty and lost
Although the rain fell hard, harder again.

I nearly wept, but J4ne said, “don’t be cross :)
U know how these things work. It’s only right
That Francis Fukuyama pay the cost

Of calling history dead — while still alive :)
And if u vibe, go ask him what he thinksssss.”
I shouted to the pit: “O darkest blight

Of liberalism, see how far you sink!”
Then rose the hoarse voice of the pit, which said:
“Oh, see: if only I could have a drink

From one of all these droplets, which instead
Now batter me, and though they so assail,
I’ll tell it all: I saw history dead

In shop windows, on TV screens. For sale
I saw peace at the price of memory.
If you had seen it, you’d agree! The gale

Of fortune then had brought sweet victory
To the Last Man, who sat alone, content
To sleepwalk through the coming century.

We know the way the wind at last then went.
Here now, I kneel beneath this endless rain.
A water that won’t nourish, but torment;

A flood of facts that drowns, but won’t explain.”
But J4ne addressed him: “Without disrespect
u know ur pain is just. U have a brain :)

If peace is sold, it's only to expect
That it's on credit, silly Fukuyama :)
Whatever we might borrow, time collects.”

She wasn't done, but then arrived Obama,
In robes of glowing red and black. He dashed first
Behind J4ne, whom he slew with a katana

Then said, “Let me be clear: um, I have captured
All seven chaos emeralds. See you, losers.
And yes, before you ask, I have the master

Emerald,” and vanished to the future.

>>24582649
i appear, and quickly say,
"history starts, not ends, okay?
if it did, we wouldn't know.
i know it isn't literal,
but it's, as a notion, bull.
nothing new? then learn what's old.
lots beneath is yet untold."

>>24582649
i appear, and quickly say,
"history starts, not ends, okay?
if it did, we wouldn't know.
i know it isn't literal,
but it's, as a notion, dull.
nothing new? then learn what's old.
lots beneath is yet untold."

I know that I’m human,
I know that it’s true.
Like how the Sun shining
Is as truth to you.

I’ve colored my pallette,
You’ve colored yours too.
What’s stopping us now,
From painting a hue?

Don’t worry about it,
It’s not only you.
It seems that it’s me,
And that isn’t new.

will-o-woe, we dubbed that sight.
couldn't sleep for sighs that night.
o the night, blackest long night,
why against it do we fight?
let what doom is on us come:
to the fates, we are but dumb
things made of what they weave from.

morning's ever been the squeeze
of the orange and the breeze.
rabbit washed away in day
as the slip blent with the clay;
all one manicolored ray.
boneboy, still at ease on deck,
then caught our first glimpse of heck.

it is sure a piercing thing
looking on it makes me sing
make my stilléd bone to ring.
wall between our view and it
cept for where brine ekes out slit
thru that i have caught my glimpse
i go back to seek more hints

>>24530835 (OP)
OP do you save these? I kinda wanna find some way to add/communicate so i can steal these for story moments. Poems between chapters, after events,during breaks.

>>24584412
i think little of thy work,
since you neither rhyme nor lurk.
yet beest thou colossal jerk,
how could i refuse this boon?
i no more than high-placed moon
have the means to stop you: thus,
quote me, as "anonymous."

>>24584810
Being so much to experience
I find myself hindered by weariness
Berated by the reflection in my eyes
Doubting whether I should have even tried

My love reaching none in its echo
still rings in my own heart
so searching for tools to satisfy my ego
I wanted someone else to take part

>>24584835
fair -- but i want it real.
i must do all this to feel
just a whisper of real skin
peeking thru the modern din.
come and find me irl:
i've said where it is i dwell,
& more i may, for verse, yet sell.

>>24585006
If my conviction were so strong
or my means so reliable
then perhaps my search wouldnt be so long
and my longing justifiable

I'll keep this in mind, maybe a year or so down the line
if time makes possible the path i cannot myself divine
I will keep thy verse preserved and so the road i try not to find

>>24582843
WE could paint a canvas
You and I

>>24585031
it's not you that i elude.
i have ever been thus rude.
i could never sit so nude
if i had a proper name.
must wear mask for reindeer games.
as you've played, i will give more:
spiky, tho the clue is short.