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let me read your shitty poetry.
if it doesnt ryhme it doesnt count.

>> No.1483647

Poetry doesn't rhyme anymore, get over it. It's better and manlier this way.

>> No.1483663

>>1483647
real poets use rhyme. Stop living in denial

>> No.1483679

>>1483647
>can't rhyme
>HERP LACK OF TALENT IS MANLY

>> No.1483689

I think you mean metre, which is the basis of Western poetry for centuries and still sees much use in forms as varied as the trochaic heptameter.

>> No.1483697

>>1483663
>>1483679
I'm not even a poet. I'm buds with many published poets and like to read modern poetry from time to time. Trust me, rhyme belongs in the past.

>> No.1483704

the heart it shifts
and further leans
to sift its light
through northern beams
and drift, alight,
in solitude,
on all the lazy southern streams,
to know the starlight platitudes,
and yet still wonder what they mean.

>> No.1483705

An Impersonation of an Eclipse

My eyes burn and out pour little ashes
stared too hard, too long at your pleasing pose.
Itty-bitty bump of the bottom lip,
(leading up to a near-perfect nose)
and orbs half-concealed by long lashes:

Milky rings around little bits of bursts,
shadow surrounding pretty pirouettes
of stalactites' drops for my buried thirsts,
dreams pour unslept from reversed minarets.

Creamwhite coronas divert decision,
shine too fine, too bright round lovely dark spots.
Maybe one day you'll hear the holy book
(with myths this savage preening priest concocts)
of prayers for small miracles of fission:

Like nights spent without longing or lust,
a day spent within its entirety,
hesitant half-hand whollyhearted thrust
in reluctant palm's piercing piety.

Dance for a rainstorm? But I don't dare dance!
Sing for the solace? I can't simply sing!
Hope for fulfilled wish? For love I don't hope.

>> No.1483712

rhyme, rhythm, meter, etc are all part of a poets tools. Should be part of their arsenal should they choose to use it. People who denounce this are people who are too lazy to learn the craft of poetry .

>> No.1483713

technicality isn't the point

it's how it sounds and what it means

>> No.1483721
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1483721

Rhymed and metered. /lit/ classic!

>> No.1483726

Novel doesn't character developemnt anymore, get over it. It's better and manlier this way.

I'm not even a novelist. I'm buds with many published novelists and like to read modern novels from time to time. Trust me, character development belongs in the past.

>> No.1483735

>>1483704
nice

more like this

>> No.1483736

>>1483726


[x] told

>> No.1483747

>>1483726
that's funny AND true

>> No.1483751

name one respected contemporary poet that doesn't write mostly in free verse. all my favorite contemporary poets, david berman, h.l. hix, dana levine rarely rhyme, especially end rhyme.

>> No.1483755

8:14AM

There's a bitterbabble goingson
aflit around the merry phone
inside my halfhung brainscape.
Dropped call ends the glowingsong
that putrified my sleepyzone
provided the electrons' escape.

Voicemail awaits my eyepops ope'd
Life's time alright til money's owed.

>> No.1483757

>>1483751
walcott

>> No.1483772

Subjectively a Goddess.
Objectively ordinary?
I'll never accept this...
Souls wisp in time to our own perfected waltz,
then harmony tends to it's movements,
and plays for our hearts.
Our energies dance, and essences combine,
sporadic sparks of her being find their way into mine.
She sets ablaze my now infinite presence,
for even in death she inhabits my sentiments.
Reincarnated together, I'll retain my attraction.
She's My Love and My Sunshine,
Forever, please remain mine.

>> No.1483778

>>1483736
for getting my words into another context? wow

>> No.1483790
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1483790

I'D KILL A MAN
TO SEE HOW IT FEELS,
RIP OFF HIS LIMBS
LIKE CLEMENTINE PEELS.

NO, I'M JUST KIDDING.
DON'T TAKE IT TO HEART!
I'D MUCH RATHER SHOOT ONE
THAN TEAR ONE APART.

>> No.1483794

>>1483778
demonstrating the ridiculousness of somebodies preposition in this way is funny.

>> No.1483800
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1483800

I ONCE FOUND ATLANTIS
IT WAS PRETTY COOL
THERE WAS LOTS OF CORAL
AND A TRIDENT-SHAPED POOL

I SWAM WITH DOLPHINS
AND FLEW WITH THE FISH
I FOUND ARIEL
AND MADE HER MY BITCH

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>>1483757
Derek Walcott is my favourite poet at the moment!

>> No.1483803

>>1483778
Your lousy generic comments could be applied to any other literary form with the same stupid outcome.

>> No.1483823
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1483823

MY FAVORITE STIPPER
LIVES ON MY STREET
ANYONE WHO SEES HER
IS IN FOR A TREAT

SHE WEARS A SHORT SKIRT
AND PINK THIGH-HIGH SOCKS
UNDERNEATH HER PANTIES
HIDES TEN THOUSAND COCKS


I'M DONE, YOU COCK-SUCKING FAGGOTS. COME AT ME.

>> No.1483827

>>1483803
I should make some background for my statement, like the literary movements i'm seeing form in my country and how i take part in some of them and how we discussed what we wanted to do as adults and now that work is there on paper and the world happened to take an alike direction. But yeah, i know, thats "writer stuff" garbage. Maybe the social and historic contexts are important to understand this kind of things. But i won't take it back, poetry is moving toward no rhyme and i don't think it will be coming back.

>> No.1483826

What a cusp world
The brink, each moment
That laps
That you, yes, you
Will step out
Knarled, shining, mundanity
Of traffic and flies
And planes
Will you see this city?
Will you see the sweat
Soaked vest I ges
Of the Cuban heel?
Will you slice calamari
And dab ink
On your face
And curl a grin in the mirror
Will you see bits of me?
You?YouYou
Will the earth still hold you?
Or roughen?Or close in?
It will pain you
So feel the bark
And know that though growth
Be set
Nurture unnoticed
And strive for light
Raise your chin you
You
Raise your chin
And know that onceI thought of you
nowI throw you up
And blink
So I’ve caught you
In time
And will catch You
You
and fill this
Inexpilicity
For you

>> No.1483830

Learn this http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meter_(poetry), dumbasses.

>> No.1483832

>>1483830
FREE VERSE BITCH

>> No.1483834

My penis
Shines like Venus
When I rub it
With some lube
But it's though
To get rough
When there's none left
In the tube

>> No.1483838

>>1483834
*tough

>> No.1483841

>>1483823
why stop now faggot?

>> No.1483842

>>1483834
Who uses lube any more?
Lube always leaves my penis feeling sore, and the orgasm is week. It's also gross rubbing my penis when it slimy.

No-lube fapper here.

>> No.1483845

>>1483827
How old are you ?!?
Do you think the 'poetry' you buy into is the only type of poetry that is valid? Are you silly enough to think that you can talk about poetry as a singular 'thing'/'movement'?

>> No.1483846

>>1483830
Some of these poems are metered...

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>>1483841

SOMETHING YOU'D LIKE TO SAY TO ME, PUNK?

>> No.1483850

>>1483842
I mostly use it for fingering myself. It was easier to come up with a rhyme for it though.

>> No.1483858

>>1483827
You sound like some of the endearing characters from Bolano's savage detectives

>> No.1483856

I'm not much for poetry, but sometimes I write little pieces after reading a book I enjoyed.

Here's one for The Sound and The Fury

The Cripple

"Be a man," they said,
and was I not a man?
Did I not play the best
of my casted hand.

Did I not put all those others to shame? My legs may be lame,
But as not lame as them:
Some in their heads, all in their futures, one in the womb,

He'll never see days new break.
The luckiest bitch doesn't see
Day's new break,
She's dead, putrefying rot in the ground.
All while on her grave the whore moans aloud.

>> No.1483853

You're pretty cool
You've got effin' good looks
I'm pretty nerdy
I've got overdue library books

I'm sitting up here
On the top of the cold hill
Just thinking about you
My regular friday-night drill

The view is pretty
Shiny lights over a dark city
You're pretty too
I'd prefer to look at you.

Maybe I should've just stayed inside
End up as a husband, with a book for a bride
Oh screw this fucking poetic bullshit I love you.

>> No.1483861

>>1483853
Sitting on a cold hill, huh?
Must be hard to get it up
I know that is what you were doing
Don't lie to me you sad, sad fuck.

>> No.1483862

>>1483845
poetry isn't a singular thing or movement, and it can rhyme, but to say poetry should rhyme is stupid, since the general trend in contemporary poetry is away from rhyme and towards free verse.

>> No.1483866

>>1483856
er woops I meant As I Lay Dying*

>> No.1483869

>>1483845
That's incorrect. I love Paz, Cuesta, Yeats, Whitman, Neruda. But they were followed by some rebel kinds who despised them. Now we got collectives and movements doing some kind of specific poetry that tries to further genres and defy them. Why everything should stay the same? I find poetry specially great for experimentation and expanding. Same thing is happening with prose, while we love old classics they're that: old. If one writes another Quixote or Hamlet you wouldn't get published for shit. Think about this: while we read old classics there are people out there forging future classics. Call me a hipster if you want, but poetry and prose should be the voice of its generation.

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1483870

>mfw ITT people talking like poetry has forward momentum

>> No.1483873

>>1483869
>>1483858
it's the 70's all over again

>> No.1483874

>>1483861
I have no problem getting it up
I have a problem making it stay
Maybe I should get some pills
And choose to go the better way

As for the hill, I enjoy the natural cold.
It's good for the skin, or so, I was told.
I'm not doing what you think I do, anon
Unless you think I sit and play the cajon.

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>>1483861

HIS SOUL BURNS WITH DESIRE
HIS HEART RACES WITH LOVE
ANY DICK WOULD GROW HARD
FROM HIS YOUTH-FILLED GLOVE

>> No.1483880

>>1483873
Every decade is that. :) I'm going off anyway, /lit/ is kinda boring when i'm not high. I'm glad to give you some insight from the not best-selling-fantasy-comercial literary world.

>> No.1483886

>>1483856

i like this anon. very much


and most of the shit i see on /lit/ is mediocre

>> No.1483887

>>1483880
jokes on you. I don't even fucking read anymorre!
trips get!

>> No.1483911

>>1483880
Maximum edginess