/lit/ - Literature

Hey /lit/! Let's have an original poetry thread!

I'll start out. I write poems on occasion, but I wrote a ballad once. I'll show you a few stanzas, which by themselves, could be considered poetry.

>‘Nevermore, nevermore, saith the man.
One more time I swear, then I’ll be done.
No more sacrifice for nation nor clan.
From now on, I shall speak with a smoking gun’

>‘Heaven is where you never grow old.
Purgatory is where your lives’ secrets unfold
Hell is where you go to cry for Eldorado’

Those are just a few. I have more, but htere shitty.

Now that we have the bad stuff out of the way, go thread, go!

Hi /lit/, what do you think of my poem :

It's a taste of salt,
In a tear of sea,
Shade of the seasons;
But it's not your fault,
It's because of me,
And of the seasons.

Also, poetry general.

Poetry that you've written. I'm new here and interested in what you people are like.

>"Poetic craft is a carcass, a sham. If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it had better not come at all."


>"A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving in a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the Lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out. It is an experience beyond thought."

Agree or disagree?

How do I get into poetry, /lit/? I was reading some William Blake, and while I find certain parts interesting, I still don't appreciate it as I should be. Where do I start?

Alright /x/...Let's see if we can get a poetry thread going. Self-composed poetry is the most relevant.

post your favourite poems! yay!

Mine's The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Classic and overdone but still my favorite...

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.