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1125055 No.1125055 [Reply] [Original]

I wrote a poem.

Give me some critique.

Examination.
X-Rays of a torn soul bound by daggers.
A diminished casualty.
Masters lured by the flight of the bourne.
Into depths governing chasms unbeknownst by the saddened.
Now come hours upon breasts of a child wandering.
Ever resting peace.
Mourning,
Yearning essences of a stream.
Daunting crowned sunlight under one's cheek.
Interests become naught of a man, but the
Crescents of animosity striking force upon a gaping heart.
Killing the lather with a kiss.
Shadows eaten, examined by a spirit.

>> No.1125059

Wow.

>> No.1125066

Mom.

>> No.1125107

Poetry =/= randomly stringing uncommon words together in a vain attempt to sound "deep".

>> No.1125118

Fucking epic OP;

I was totally diggin it;

heavey stuff;

>> No.1125122

>>1125107
OP here.

Correct, sir. You just won the prize for uncovering the point I was making. Poetry is nothing but shit, and random words strung together to try and sound deep. This was influenced by Robert Frost's poem "Mending Walls".
Also, look at the first letter of every sentence.

>> No.1125124

deep, man

>> No.1125125

>torn soul

stopped reading there

>> No.1125126

>EXAMINEMYDICKS

>> No.1125129
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1125129

examine your own dicks faggot

>> No.1125130

>>1125122
Oh man good point.

>> No.1125131

>>1125122

So in order to prove that poetry is shit, you presented a poem you specifically crafted to be shit?

Makes perfect sense.

In other news, I happen to think that the Internet is a bad invention. Proof: 4chan.org

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>>1125131
Yes, sir. Yes.

>> No.1125168

Masturbation.
Sigmoidoscope of a shredded psyche handcuffed by cliché.
A reduced capacity.
Onanists enticed by the scent of nouns.
Into verbs limning nonsense indecipherable by the literate.
In marches time wearing the brassiere of an errant heifer.
Unending yammering bullshit.
Melancholiac,
Golden flow of the urine.
Dangling modifier whomping readers over the head.
Prose might be best to describe, and yet
Enjambements of pointlessness hand salient to slice the eyeball.
Enjoying the absolute with a fork.
Poems excreted, parodied by anon.

>> No.1125340

ITT: OP tries to write a poem he thinks /lit/ will praise, so he can tell them it has no meaning at all and is a joke. This fails, so he jumps to his trump card (which would have been the punchline anyways): lolitrolu.

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>>1125168
This tard still exists? Cripes, I'd like to purge half of these tards