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14715234 No.14715234 [Reply] [Original]

I'm trying to write a poem
I've settled on "Shakespearean sonnet" meter

but every time I go to write, it just feels like I'm trying to come up with pretentious words to say something that might as well be said in a single sentence. how do I do it

>> No.14715270

>>14715234
Stop filtering yourself, just finish something for once in your damn life.

>> No.14715286

>>14715270
Good advice. Writer's block will get to you if you let it.

>> No.14715291

>>14715234
Just keep writing crap poems. Eventually they get better.

>> No.14715304

>>14715234
id rec some william carlos williams
then id rec you try to enjoy yourself and enjoy language. and then think a little bit about a poem is a poem and not a grocery list.

>> No.14715310

>>14715304
*about why

>> No.14715312

>>14715304
is this niggas name really william williams with a spanish middle name
sounds like some dumb hippy liberal shit

>> No.14715366

>>14715312
and what do you sound like?

>> No.14715369

>>14715366
I have a normal latin name

>> No.14715474

>>14715234
2 reasons. You're writing in meter. And your vocabulary isn't big enough. Not trying to be condescending, you just need to read more work that's not shakespeare.

>> No.14715882

>>14715234
So, here we are, my little froggy friend,
Upon these cliffs and crags we stare across
Into the horizon without an end.
In both our hearts we feel a distant loss
As something forgotten and not retained.
Perhaps it will be pictured in the mist?
And yet, this sorrow cannot be contained
In human hearts or clouds, but only missed:
That is the lot of the oblivious:
To only realise when it is gone,
An epiphany that seemed serious,
A bowel-ache that pressed urgently on
The anus, and released, and then there slid
Down the pant leg, a brown trickle of shid.