Poetry thread

[Anonymous No.15013480]

WE OUT HERE SPITTIN' VERSE NIGGA
Itt: we write a quick poem, no rules no subject
others rate

Will bump with my own in a sec

[Anonymous No.15013484]

Life is most certainly not
Better than books
Unless you were born rich or
Have a pussy

[Anonymous No.15013495]

My Guenon (pbuh) poem

Hylics seethin.........
Brothers memein....while we dreamin.... Of a season....where reason.....is diesel....for a vehicle.....that we needin.....to fight treason.....stop it breathin.....best be believin.....what we meanin....when we postin bout the gnosis.....
Hylics can't help but ghost us....cos they knows us.....to be soldiers.....
That'll roast yuh.....roll ya up like a postuh......make ya feel like we own ya......make ya mom get a boner... Yeah she moanin...
But we goin.......toward knowin....what Guenon was showin...
Before...we was Ronin's....didn't know where we was goin.....we was Rollin....like the stone did......fo Guenon done did throw it....to the skies whey the birds is.....whey they angels...whey they souls is......we home now...welcome home bitch

[Anonymous No.15013501]

Noone responded to this on another thread so I'll just repost it here like a cuck. Just curious to know if it's complete shit or if I have any potential at all.

I like to dream of days gone by,
of peoples crumbled into dust
and swallowed by the earth's great maw.
To be alive with them,
to be one of them,
to be an ancient man--
dwelling among heroes in the legend-lands,
speaking words no one would
ever hear again,
and thinking,
in the languid dawn of progress,
how curious must have been
man's midnight hour.

I know "midnight" means toward the end but I can't think of what else could mean the time around 1 am, besides "pre-dawn" which sounds kind of lame

[Anonymous No.15013515]

>>15013501
Twilight. Pre umbral (Donno what that means)
Umbral, oriental, (sunrise) Occidental (sunset) oriens. Noon-tide, moon tide

[Anonymous No.15013536]

On this virus infested day,
My creativity is drained,
I have not much to say.

I can only be blunt,
When I look at you I notice,
That you're sitting on your cunt.

[Anonymous No.15013549]

>>15013536
kerouhack!

[Anonymous No.15013585]

>>15013549
In one of his short stories in Lonesome Traveler, while he worked at the railroad, every time he made his boss mad, the boss would yell "KEUAAAAAAAC" or something similar to it.

[Anonymous No.15013613]

I just masturbated
To sissy and cuck shit again
I want to kill myself

[Anonymous No.15013630]

brutally efficient
stacking takes time
and wine glasses may shatter
if orientated impertinently

crockery runs
from large to small
but never let the bowls
upturn
for fear of drowning

cutlery handles
belong at the bottom
your hands are not as greasy
as the food you consume

no matter
the price of your moisturiser

wipe the oil out
of your pans to prevent
fatbergs from crashing
into your hull

a plate unscraped
leaves naught but a terrible fate

constipated pipes are fun
for neither you
nor your plumber

[Anonymous No.15014065]

>>15013536
ouhghhhh fucck im cooming again....

[Anonymous No.15014230]

I am alive and so I express.
It may be cringe, but I'm not here to impress.

[Anonymous No.15014334]

I'm willing to bet
That my neopet
is wondering where I have gone
It's been 8 long years
And through its wet tears
It sings a sad Neopet song:
"I am so parched
And I am so cold
And I cannot die, despite growing so old
A singular fly
Eats away at my eye
And my feeding-bowl's teeming with mould"

[Anonymous No.15014357]

[Anonymous No.15014371]

>>15014357

[Anonymous No.15014765]

>>15014334
For me it was always Tamagotchi

[Anonymous No.15014806]

>>15013480
here we go

the sky outside is gray (yuh)
glass of milk on the windowsill
my cousin calls to say (yuh)
rain comes in and it hits the milk
my uncle passed today (yuh)
and now the fat is split, a gray and white dance
there is rain on my milk on the windowsill

[Anonymous No.15014823]

>>15013613
Why do you do this to yourself?

[Anonymous No.15014844]

>>15013501
or simply moonlit

[Anonymous No.15015040]

>>15013484
based!!

[Anonymous No.15015205]

>>15013480
Pee, poop, cum and blood
I drink as the sun rises
My ass is stretched

[Anonymous No.15015213]

>>15013480
A woman sits in my trashcan
Her eyes gouged
Lips full of my penis
I am insane

[Anonymous No.15015230]

Can anybody give me some feedback on this?

[Anonymous No.15015419]

the sky shines blue again
ocean mouth wide agape
joy and life yet befriend?
passing plane, too late

under skirt, almost taste it
but your youth, you waste it

[Anonymous No.15015446]

>>15013480
your soul is my fortress,
your shallow, empty, nest,
made of arrows and heartless,
inside my little eyes rest.

[Anonymous No.15015449]

Drawn open
Peer deeper
You might just see it.

*Burns cigar on nipple*

[Anonymous No.15015462]

The mirror necessitates light
I see everything now
In the mirror
Even you
Drop the mirror
I no longer see you.

[Anonymous No.15015614]

>>15013480
A thread perhaps?
One so great
These faggots here could never hate

But what to type?
What's in my head?
Ah! That's it! A Poems Thread!

say "WE OUT HERE"
call them "NIGGA"
(surely strokes their egos bigger)

A tasteful cat
Peers into souls
To make them spread poetic holes

>>15013484
I take a shit
In short-form verse
And have them read it (quite perverse)

Another cat?
Just the thing!
No need to gild a golden ring

>>15013495
I've caught one
in my bare-thread bag!
But alas, a Guenonfag

>>15013501
Timid this one
But he hopes
To hear from strangers shooting ropes

>>15013536
Every note
weighs it down
Rhythm taught in school for clowns?

>>15013630
Something sweet
About a kitchen
Only skimmed it; pretty bitchin'

And that was it
I read no more
Leaving now; this thread's a bore

[Anonymous No.15015652]

say the line
say the rhyme
this one is mine
fuck a quarantine

[Anonymous No.15015791]

>>15013480
Poems that rhyme
Should be a crime
They make me cringe
My eyes, they singe
Hip hip is for subhumans
I am a racist
Hail the führer
SIEGHEIL THE FÜHRER

[Anonymous No.15015838]

>>15013480
Decapitator of a hater in this modern day
My dossier no less, dealer spray Courvoisier
I'm Jean-Paul Gaultier, Tom Ford, and Cartier
Self-made, I fly vintage from the sommelier

[Anonymous No.15015989]

REQUIEM FOR 4CHAN

if you wanted to receive
anything resembling a wreath
of anything other than thorns,
you've come to the wrong place.

here only pricks grow;
lo, and only pricks they'll stay.

they say time doesn't pay
attention to those supine
liars, 'neath layers of irony
and whine, no more divine
than eve's et apple,
assholes lying heavy in wait
for opinions from the sky,
rotten fruit from wretched vines.

our dimensional earth revolves
yet you lot mirthlessly resolve
to accept half baked two bit thoughts
from 1D mid wit clods
never pausing to wonder what we've
been missing

evolution has passed us over
and taken Chad as its lover
get fucked loser

[Anonymous No.15016028]

>>15015230
love the urgent tone but i'd add some line breaks,
in order,

for the man, / I want to go

walk away / i want to walk

moment / i will wait to

after, / the air is dense

last line should be
>and i know you're scared to
for emphasis. all w a grain of salt, i'm bad w line breaks, see that requiem


>>15013501
not complete shit, but i think your writing in general could benefit from not thinking stuff like "pre-dawn" is lame. let yourself feel gay when writing poetry

[Anonymous No.15016994]

>>15015614
Easily best so far, can anyone top this?

[nigga No.15016999]

yeet yeet yeet
give me feet

[Anonymous No.15017019]

Orthros

Amid a yellow circle, young, powerful
rose a ring – I know of it already.
Through my hands a black juice flows,
leaks in the soul and out of the soul.
Light – yet darkness.
In clouds - clouds, how they are great.
Kings of the sky, whiteness, the blue and the grey.
Oh,
if I were a king of my faith,
one that did harm to God.
My cradle, I live inside you, but now
I go this world.
I am returning soon, stay here.
“Forgive me, mother of the world”, world of mine,
for being like this,
“between wakefulness and a dream.”
I go, on a long journey, I know it like my left arm.
I hurt, on the long journey, like I do from my left arm.

Wake

I wake.
In peace my soul fell,
but when my body shall – I cannot tell.
Why do the demons tempt me?
Who does the devil bake my last cake?
Light - yes darkness?
And in darkness I see my figure
because to me light is a foreign language.
It’s noon, darkness is hung,
being spilled,
downpour.
I’m aware – but not better.
My cradle, on you I have lived, but now
I go to that world.
I’ll be back soon, wait for me.
That quartz stone nods
from my tired jaw.
In darkness I see a number,
at what speed it approaches zero!
My reason never loved them,
especially these ones, which peel my quartz stones.

Echoes

Finally, he sees his neighbours.
Noticed how in sour tears they sew their suits.
Nobody heard his voice, instead – echoes.
Light – but darkness..
In a black peacebringer’s hug
he says goobye:
„My cradle, on you I die, but now
I go to this world.
I’d come back soon, if eternity you could wait.“
Of a black juice remains just a pulp.
Of a figure of his remains just a hole.
Of a distant hug remains just an arm.
Of a mighty feeling remains just harm.
„Today goes on without me
and tomorrow will be easier.
I will miss it so much.
But as such
it must be.“
Amdi a yellow circle, young, powerful
rose a yellow circle – he once knew of it.

[Anonymous No.15017198]

>>15013613
I've escaped this hell
Turn off your computer
Stupid incel

[Anonymous No.15018022]

>>15016994
yeah, 15th century rhymes and 14th century humor

also bump