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She looks like Sylvia Plath except uglier

>>15334490
why did she have to kill herself bros

>Daddy
Imagine reading that poem and not coming to the conclusion that women are fucking insane

It's Sylvia's birthday today! Say something nice to her!

The Bell Jar

>>11051755
It's decent and genuinely cute.
>>11053131
Lad what's going on here? The drop from high register to meme language doesn't work at all, and even the high register is boring and stilted:
'Idly perceiving' is easy classy, matter of fact and dull, 'verdant with knowledge' lacks expressiveness imo.
'not rly getting it' 'liking the pretty words' it's not even a juxtaposition its like you suddenly fell into a mud puddle and in the next stanza spring up like nothing happened; if I'm missing please something tell me.
Also wtf are you doing with those emojis, why are you trying to be 'internety' this poem doesn't lend itself to that at all imo. The last stanza's just wafts on without substance. I liked your closing line but think it deserves better, this reads like it was written lazily and I think you can do better anon. Thanks for sharing. Keep writing.

Postin:

'The Half Sisters of Sylvia Plath'

O Sylvia, you gifted hag,
look at the succubi you've spawned
now we can all tender sweet nothings
while cooing inside our shells.

I confess, I am spinchterless
So have at me, Carol Ann Duffy.
Don't forget, tis not all sex,
cum angst
or burdered father fueds.

They all confess labial blues
around a field of taunted flint.
As little bees puncture the fumes
they skirt to them with nails like scythes.

Go hang your tulips, hang yourselves
above the threat of tumescence!
Preach approaches are enchroachments
to crowds blind to backward eyes.

'I I I I, I need voice!'
'This throat clearing won't do it!
I must earnestly resist myself!'
and pepper lungworms with her blood.

Of course words aren't spun in vacuums
but great conmen sheathe their hands
Now hers -- ( our pendant's cod and clam)
is skill of taint and subterfuge.

Oh Sylvia, what have you done
Why lend indignance to these brats
--- (This August of dog sodden carpet) ---
What Jury would blame flagellants
who drown in sun draped point of view?

The gaze of men? A galiance?
A Gall to object detect shit?
I know you hear me Sylvia,
I can hear you nod through them.

>>11051755
It's decent and genuinely cute.
>>11053131
Lad what's going on here? The drop from high register to meme language doesn't work at all, and even the high register is boring and stilted:
'Idly perceiving' is easy classy, matter of fact and dull, 'verdant with knowledge' lacks expressiveness imo.
'not rly getting it' 'liking the pretty words' it's not even a juxtaposition its like you suddenly fell into a mud puddle and in the next stanza spring up like nothing happened; if I'm missing please something tell me.
Also wtf are you doing with those emojis, why are you trying to be 'internety' this poem doesn't lend itself to that at all imo. The last stanza's just wafts on without substance. I liked your closing line but think it deserves better, this reads like it was written lazily and I think you can do better anon. Thanks for sharing. Keep writing.

Postin:

'The Half Sisters of Sylvia Plath'

O Sylvia, you gifted hag,
look at the succubi you've spawned
now we can all tender sweet nothings
while cooing inside our shells.

I confess, I am spinchterless
So have at me, Carol Ann Duffy.
Don't forget, tis not all sex,
cum angst
or burdered father fueds.

They all confess labial blues
abound a field of taunted flint.
As little bees puncture the fumes
they skirt to them with nails like scythes.

Go hang your tulips, hang yourselves
above the threat of tumescence!
Preach approaches are enchroachments
to crowds blind to backward eyes.

'I I I I, I need voice!'
'This throat clearing won't do it!
I must earnestly resist myself!'
and pepper lungworms with her blood.

Of course words aren't spun in vacuums
but great conmen sheathe their hands
Now hers -- ( our pendant's cod and clam)
is skill of taint and subterfuge.

Oh Sylvia, what have you done
Why lend indignance to these brats
--- (This August of dog sodden carpet) ---
What Jury would blame flagellants
who drown in sun draped point of view?

The gaze of men? A galiance?
A Gall to object detect shit?
I know you hear me Sylvia,
I can hear you nod through them.

>>11051755
It's decent and genuinely cute.
>>11053131
Lad what's going on here? The drop from high register to meme language doesn't work at all, and even the high register is boring and stilted:
'Idly perceiving' is easy classy, matter of fact and dull, 'verdant with knowledge' lacks expressiveness imo.
'not rly getting it' 'liking the pretty words' it's not even a juxtaposition its like you suddenly fell into a mud puddle and in the next stanza spring up like nothing happened; if I'm missing please something tell me.
Also wtf are you doing with those emojis, why are you trying to be 'internety' this poem doesn't lend itself to that at all imo. The last stanza's just wafts on without substance. I liked your closing line but think it deserves better, this reads like it was written lazily and I think you can do better anon. Thanks for sharing. Keep writing.

Postin:

'The Half Sisters of Sylvia Plath'

O Sylvia, you gifted hag,
look at the succubi you've spawned
now we can all tender sweet nothings
while cooing inside our shells.

I confess, I am spinchterless
So have at me, Carol Ann Duffy.
Don't forget, tis not all sex,
cum angst
or burdered father fueds.

They all confess labial blues
abound a field of taunted flint.
As little bees puncture the fumes
they skirt to them with nails like scythes.

Go hang your tulips, hang yourselves
above the threat of tumenescene!
Preach approaches are enchroachments
to crowds blind to backward eyes.

'I I I I, I need voice!'
'This throat clearing won't do it!
I must earnestly resist myself!'
and pepper lungworms with her blood.

Of course words aren't spun in vacuums
but great conmen sheathe their hands
Now hers -- ( our pedant's cod and clam)
is skill of taint and subterfuge.

Oh Sylvia, what have you done
Why lend indignance to these brats
--- (This August of dog sodden carpet) ---
What Jury would blame flagellants
who drown in sun draped point of view.

The gaze of men? A galiance?
A Gall to object detect shit?
I know you hear me Sylvia,
I can hear you nod through them.

Sylvia was a stone cold fox. Post attractive writers.

>search catalog
>no poetry thread

Post your shit
Post other people's shit
Admonish the greats
Celebrate your poetry waifu
Ask for crit, maybe get it
Do some poetry

>>10189636
Comfy books that make you happy.
Alternatively, try reading Sylvia Plath. Hopefully you'll see what a whiny cunt she is and convince yourself to stop heading down that same road.