/lit/ - Literature

One more shorter one. Also wrote this past October, age 24:
Dayseizer
Burn night oil ere dawn’s early light of day.
Swiftly gather the flowers while you may.
Dayseizer, seize quick all my hopes today.


Cross true through blinding light and darkest night.
Bonding charm to keep us close in the fight.
Wayfinder, find my good friends are all right.


Maintain hope and soak up moonlight for me.
Willow hoop woven with feathers and beads.
Dreamcatcher, catch every vision I see.

>>14330959
Show me one poem that doesn't incorporate in some shape or form at least one instance of a stock phrase or word or concept (that isn't trash). Of course I'm not saying I'd be okay with the whole thing being stock, or even beyond maybe 33%, but actually show me a poem (or a song or a play script or whatever) that is COMPLETELY original.

>>14330948
I live in such a city already, but most of those types are complete self-entitled, degenerate, and insufferable SJWs who write the exact kind of 'poetry' I hate. Not all, though. Just gotta keep looking around, Regardless, thanks for the good advice.

>>14330888
This was pasted a little off.

"Jetsam" is the title and not a part of the poem proper.

>>14330849
Appreciate the feedback. Well, I'm not against stock phrases or words as much as I'm against stock themes or ideas. These things get passed down from poem to poem for a reason. When I do use more cliché phrasings, I at least try to do so in some sort of novel way, or from a new angle.


Here's a freebie.


Wrote this just this past October, age 24:


Jetsam
Everyday so close to throwing in the towel.
They turn their back on you.
Wash their hands of you.
Set you adrift to lighten the load.
Leave you alone in the dark night to prowl.

When your exuberance turns from delight to nuisance.
Your honesty shifts from refreshing to disgusting.
Your relation now an inconvenience.

I long to escape my circumstance fate.
Free myself from familiar circles where I no longer belong.
Make new kin with my passion and fascinations.
Turn my preoccupations to reliable comfort outside the throng.
For my possessions will never abandon me as people tend to.
My romantic memories never tarnish as realities oft do.

Wish I could live within a film.
Want to wrap my arms around a song.
I’d love to lose myself inside a book.
Find some friend who’d come along.


Jettisoned from the rest,
Set to sail solo.
Braving harsher waves
Than any man should have to know.
Escaping from the sirens’ wail,
Avoiding crash upon the rocks.
Finding meaning in isolation,
Seeking lands free from banks and free of clocks.
Patching the line between
How things are and how things should be seen.

>>14330777
Well, I'd say "I" or "me", but then I'd be accused of being too egotistical or not able to leave myself out of the writing. Whatever, doesn't matter. That poem is obviously in the first person. Take it as being literally me speaking or 'a speaker'. Makes no difference.

>>14330754
Well, if you did read any of the rest of it, you'd see the narrator is deliberating on what type of tree.

>>14330707
Okay, one more. Wrote this at 19:


Windowpane


Seven blotter tabs is all it takes.
Orange sunshine fills up the mind and splashes over the brain.
Psychedelic externalities turbo-charge perception and amplify sensation.
The morbid dread soon wears off and one becomes amused by reality’s transformation.

The tell-tale rainbow outlines and onion-layered shuttering trails soon kick in.
Your reflexes quicken, your thinking sharpens, your creativity blossoms, your hearing awakens,
Your tastebuds orgasm, and faces look like demons. So strange. Beyond bizarre.
You call its name: windowpane. Lucy is your guide and you her psychonaut czar.

Pleasing paisleys, sublime shades, tints, hues, and values overload you.
High voltage saturation from all edges collecting colors like dew.
Cosmic capillary action pressures up the spectacular nectar
Past patient vectors unto scalar oblivion the prismatic specters.

Metallic goo bubbles conjure from nowhere, as do familiar patterns your memory can mix.
Tricked to make seem still objects scoot across the floor and expose other glitches in the matrix.
Voices and sounds warble and echo, clinging onto gain, sustain, reverb, and delay.
All lights shine greater bright as you pray you don’t melt away.
You marvel at how this fateful soul trek you’ve come across would’ve been just any other day.

Buildings and wayward lanes made into neon amusement parks.
For there’s a spark in the air that’ll take you there. It begins in the brain then pierces the heart.
Fairies and nymphs and other mythic woodland creatures appear real in the dim moonlit forest.
You swear you saw a tree grow legs, uproot, and walk away.
Raindrops you couldn’t tell were true or fake for you’re too crossed to notice.

You feel your cranium frying, turning to goopy oatmeal mush.
Your forehead sweats as you get dehydrated from your internal processors overrun amuck.
Your body becomes wobbly and feels quite like jell-o as you trip all around.
You cast your head to the grass as you try to communicate with the ants on the ground.

Like botched enlightenment, an overpowering life-altering experience overwhelms you.
As if written by God’s will. His hand using you as the quill.
It drives you insane how you might well go mad.
In every bubble, in every knuckle, in every rose a new surprise:
The maddening fractals of all-seeing eyes.

You sense the clock has struck nigh upon the lingering witching hour.
As you meander within the kaleidoscopic glade of crystal flowers.

>>14330639
I'm not black.
>>14330658
80% of my poems rhyme.
>>14330665
Alright, here's one. Wrote this at 12:


If I Were A Tree


If I were a tree
What would I be?
This is a very hard decision
As you can see.
There are Elms and Oaks
Plenty enough for all folks.
Maples and Willows
Beautiful as satin pillows.
There are Weeping Cherries and Pines,
All of which are fine.
Sequoias and Redwoods
Cut down into favorable goods.
But I think I’ll choose one of the most calm.
If I were a tree, I would be a Palm.

Oh, well. I tried.

>>14330325
>Aristotle opposed democracy

Lol, no he didn't at all.

He had to eat crow and go back on his pro-democracy stance when employed by King Philip by saying, "oh, hurr durr, if the excellence of the royal family is greater than the entire ruled populace combined, then monarchy is justified, and obviously this is the case for you, my boss."

Realized I should namefag to remove confusion in the thread.

Last initial bump.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man

I'm quitting,
I'm done.

This poetry,
was fun

it's time to go.
my name is not Cho.

I am not asian,
I'm not discriminatin

I need a rhyme
that is sublime

cause need a segue
so i can get away

i really want a closing phrase
please I might go craze

here we go.
It's time to know!

That I'm leaving,
you're ass is heaving!

So leave a message
at the beep!

Cause my poem
is finally complete!

dear 4334946,

My feelings are hurt.

Sincerely, 433494X

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Get Money.

Money Bitches
Get Pussy

Bitches Money
Get Pussy

Money Pussy
Get Bitches

I chose the wrong word or am missing a word.

>>4334931
Sorry...

I'm not the OP either. I'm someone else entirely.

These are serious, yes.

Neil Gaiman is very lucky

he has my ideal life.

Pretty daughters.

Good house.

Wife.

Face.

Arms Legs.

Torso.

Why was I born an air particle?

>>4334920
so u are a girl

Black desktop screen.
Why'd I choose this scheme?

Pencil case
indifferent to anything
of course.

>>4334908

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deep

>>4334901
"pretty girls"

Pretty girls

Pretty girls can put one in a different state.

You are transported to a whole new world.

Where,

how could anyone not be a pretty girl?

But of course then there is a not pretty girl or there is a guy. A few feet or a few miles away.

And it's a human too.

>>4334884
Are you a girl?