/lit/ - Literature

A little anxious about posting this, but I need to get better so crticisms please. I could have made more rhymes if I spent a little longer writing this but it is what it is.

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With a stomach full from steam cooked beef
And my spirits jolly, I leave the streets.

Wading through thick mud in determined march
I recant your words both untrusting and harsh.

Am I in love with the idea of you? An imitation? A figure I wish to see?

You will know, my babe, if you answer the questions I put to thee.

In the mud I found this grass. Is this not greenest on the Earth?

Do the trees that feed my lungs reside in the West?

Are the sands that warm my feet found in the East?

Are the peaks who inspire my spirits North?

Are the gentle waves that replenish my soul to the South?

Then surely it's settled, Europa, my love is true
With the greatest convictions
Here are the vows I've made for you.

If you ever cry on rainy days, I'll dig your dykes anew
I'll warm your insides with tender stews
Made from meat and bone's sinew.

When you tire in weary haze
From the sun's ceaseless pelting rays
Ill plant the seeds o'er coming days
Into your soils of fertile clays.

And as the seeds mature and grow
I'll pick up what together we sowed
"Do you love me?" you grumble low
Yes, I do, I hope you know.

A little anxious about posting this, but I need to get better so crticisms please. I could have made more rhymes if I spent a little longer writing this but it is what it is.

https://youtu.be/5Frq7rjEGzs

With a stomach full from steam cooked beef
And my spirits jolly, I leave the streets.

Wading through thick mud in determined march
I recant your words both untrusting and harsh.

Am I in love with the idea of you? An imitation? A figure I wish to see?

You will know, my babe, if you answer the questions I put to thee.

In the mud I found this grass. Is this not greenest on the Earth?

Do the trees that feed my lungs reside in the West?

Are the sands that warm my feet found in the East?

Are the peaks who inspire my spirits North?

Are the gentle waves that replenish my soul to the South?

Then surely it's settled, Europa, my love is true
With the greatest convictions
Here are the vows I've made for you.

If you ever cry on rainy days, I'll dig your dykes anew
I'll warm your insides with tender stews
Made from meat and bone's sinew.

When you tire in weary haze
From the sun's ceaseless pelting rays
Ill plant the seeds o'er coming days
Into your soils of fertile clays.

And as the seeds mature and grow
I'll pick up what together we sowed
"Do you love me?" you grumble low
Yes, I do, I hope you know.

A little anxious about posting this, but I need to get better so crticisms please. I could have made more rhymes if I spent a little longer writing this but it is what it is.

https://youtu.be/5Frq7rjEGzs

With a stomach full from steam cooked beef
And my spirits jolly, I leave the streets.

Wading through thick mud in determined march
I recant your words both untrusting and harsh.

Am I in love with the idea of you? An imitation? A figure I wish to see?

You will know, my babe, if you answer the questions I put to thee.

In the mud I found this grass. Is this not greenest on the Earth?

Do the trees that feed my lungs reside in the West?

Are the sands that warm my feet found in the East?

Are the peaks who inspire my spirits North?

Are the gentle waves that replenish my soul to the South?

Then surely it's settled, Europa, my love is true
With the greatest convictions
Here are the vows I've made for you.

If you ever cry on rainy days, I'll dig all the dykes anew
I'll warm your insides with tender stews
Made from meat bone, and sinew.

When you tire in weary haze
From the suns ceaseless pelting rays
Ill plant the seeds o'er coming days
Into your soils of fertile clays.

And as the seeds mature and grow
I'll pick up what together we sowed
"Do you love me?" you grumble low
"Yes, I do" I hope you know.