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Main purpose of this thread is to post your own poetry and critique each other
Don't be shy, this is anonymous after all

Also feel free to just share poetry you like and talk about anything relating to poetry such as techniques and what inspires your poetry etc.

>> No.14171035

>>14170932
>Don't be shy, this is anonymous after all
bad way to get people in thread, you failed. not sharing my poetry even though everyone likes it and it's unique. thats a no for me.

>> No.14171058

Give me my next fix
NOW or else I'll find
Any vain pastime
Fill the vacant space
Nothing face to face
Don't remind me now

>> No.14171387

_Red Room_

Taking off your heart clothes
Your heart hands smell like Jasmine
From your bends rise streaks
Of your perfumed palms
My eyes wet
And my nose lame
In the helixes of reaching
Sleeves to dapple
On the burning country of my face

Your nakedness bright
On the jawline of my surprised birthplace
Born in the world above the sea
From the sea
The acres of lonely madness furrow
And finally
Crack

Your breath has sleeves
From the winter
Of touching my continents
Your clothes are memory of fire
That you have put back on
To rescue you from my view
From the sheets of your veins

>> No.14171679

Back again?
Your deeds aren't enough,

Repeat the cycle,
Work through the pain,
Do this,
As God ordained,


You traded faith for fear,
Sun was in your sight,
But you settled for shelter,
Hid from God's light,


This shivering,
Is the price you must pay,
Walk the earth again,
Learn from your stay,
There's eight more,
After you cross this gate

>> No.14172411

No idea how to structure poetry but I tried to write something about the bushfires in Australia


Driving forth towards Scenic Rim

Where I wish to see

Why it is named

Sight only grey plume

Yes this is the disaster they say,

That cannot be tamed.

Grass turned to dirt and wind like furnace heat

Conjure nothing more

Then a gate of Hell's ember.

My beautiful land

Our cherished flora

I can't help but think

It is only November.


Anonymous board and I'm half cut so be as harsh in your criticisms as you please. I'm pretty sure it's 5 5 7 sylable stanzas but I'm drunk and thought 3, 5 sylable stanzas sounded fine.
>>14170932

>> No.14172438

>>14172411
Brother try and get this published somewhere, it's brilliant

>> No.14172481

>>14171058
Song lyrics for a grunge garage band.

>>14171387
The first four lines I like, the concept that is, the execution I find a tad bland.
>touching my continents
lewd
It's ok. Sometimes cringe. I don't think the clothing stuff fits with the acres of madness, the sea, the continents - all that eathy big stuff. I feel more of a silky small vibe.

>>14171679
I see that you have felt something big, but the poem does not make me feel it. I feel like a bystander, like reading a unknown persons diary entry. No line strikes me over the head.

>>14172411
Reads like a translation from the chinese, which I like. Not boring. Nothing I have already read a hundred times. Only fifty times.

>> No.14172660

The tide was way out
In apprehension and wait
Growing feet by feet
Rogue and obtuse placed
And although I cannot swim
I paddle as its the only way
My only option
Either or
I cried out I have true faith
All I ever known
And swept under sea
My life flashed
Piece by piece
And wild waters dragging me
Upon disbelief
I ended up on the rock
So thankful today wasn’t the day

>> No.14173095

Have faith in the fated steel
That crumbles; rumbling cannon's peal.
Billow smoke, the welting heat
On sweltering, dusky, dusty feet.
Clatt'ring thunder, rage ye gods;
Rage, I say, spit upon these faces awed
Clutching thunder—brace the break
Dizzy frenzy, I tremble awake

>> No.14173565

>>14172660
The faint aftertaste of a cough drop
A sneeze - nobody says "Bless you"

>>14173095
The makings of a great dungeon master

>> No.14173583

Which poets do you guys look up to?

>> No.14173591

>>14173583
Keats (but only his letters)

>> No.14173621

>>14172411
I like it anon. I don't love it, but it seems to tell something at least.

>>14172660
I like the imagery. Maybe I'm biased since i like the sea, but I doesn't tell me much.

>>14173095
This one is fun to read


I pull the levers and turn the screws,
I race the sunshine through the interstate,
All gray mesh of concrete, arrows and odd
Cubes built with a chameleonic purpose.
And,
As the clouds decapitate the mountains
I see an entity forgotten
The ones below our legs of rubber,
At the adjacent roads, standing up.

At unison they hardly breathing said,
We are the insects ridden
Barely living, half-dead dogs
We demand no mocking and no poking,
From the never stopping children with sticks,
Abolish now the rubber and make your tires softer,
Since we refrain from biting listen to our uprising.

We scratched our heads and eyes
Confused by the mumbling of the crowd
The fear to the sudden "uprising"
Quiclky spread a wildfire of laughter.
Then,
A parade of flying eyes and speeding flies

I turn them, pull them still after long years
I still can't catch the sunshine at the highway
And still I think of dogs with laughter.

>> No.14173663

>>14170932
>post your own poetry and critique each other
Lol no. Fuck off.

>> No.14173683

not sure if this is the right place but I want to start reading poetry but I want to make sure I'm on the right track, below is a poem by oscar wilde I'd appreciate if someone could explain the meaning behind it so I know if I got it right

`Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,