/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.16651376]

Post a poem you wrote.

[Anonymous No.16651437]

>>16651376
So you are 6?
MODS

[Anonymous No.16651503]

>>16651376
>i have shit
>fart, i suppose
>suddenly it hits
>smell
great poetry op

[Anonymous No.16651545]

And I shall turn your eyes into tears
When all that's left are the hollows of devotion
And, out of vision we shall bring the void
Crowned with hoods and crying with hope
Eagle on arm and terror in eye
Resist and struggle, your faith is a lie
And the death of dreams shall be a beautiful end
With flowers of filth, and wine and fine men
Certains slips of the tongue
Are laced with disappointment
With disappointment from start to end
Confront me with your dream, confront me with your dream
And lives so cruel I curse

[Anonymous No.16651641]

>>16651545
how does an eye turn into tears?

[Anonymous No.16651652]

Silver clouds,
Golden lining,
The sunset of a rainy day.

[Anonymous No.16651684]

i farted then
i pooped
pooped and farted
meaningless really

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.16651718]

I stepped outside my home to get some air
I walked aimlessly until I saw there
was a unlit road i had never seen
I heard a voice whispering “if you mean
to enter my mystery, come to me”
I entered though unsure what it would be
I saw little flowers along the way
they shined scarlet red like it was the day
the deeper I went the more they crowded
like the more I walked the more they sprouted

I reached the end of the dark flower path
I saw a statue covered in a bath
of blood and lily petals, it was shaped
like a fanged woman who’s fingers were scraped
spiders legs and a centipedes form
my head then began to feel very warm
I then laid myself down by the statue
the stench of the flowers spread and accrue
rotten flesh, dirt of the mouth, old decay
i then got up and willed to get away
the statue’s head leapt and flew a circle
around me and in a ugly gurgle
said “om Rakta Dam Blut blut dam rakta
phat Ahamkara Rakta Hum hamsa”
i became confused and saw its neck grow
it twisted around me, I couldn’t go
it bit my neck and injected poison
deep dooming dark dirty disgusting death
spinning spirals speckled spots shimmering
lady’s laughter Losing Losing Lo-gone

(Cont)

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.16651723]

>>16651718

was now in a dark land, I couldn’t
I was a fool, i was always a fool
where am I now? why didn’t I go back? why didn’t I
see where I was, i was completely lost
I am filled with dread and encompassed by
the smell of Putrefaction and fragrances of mildew
and as I tried to move my feet wouldn’t
a void filled with horrible shadows cruel
which revealed to me hidden things given to man, they don’t
move an inch, my skin shivers, something tossed
to all living things, I wish they would die
some kind of strange fluid upon my skin
I wish to become drunk upon their blood
the nectar of the dark phantoms filled my inmost spirit
I arose to my feet and saw a pool
of coldness like a knife stabbing my thigh
which filled with cancerous boils and then leaked foul icicles
of blood where rest a spider which had been
my burning Brain, it swept me through the flood
everything overwhelmed me, my eyes ached and fell from me
there though obscured, I then began to drool
hate, disgust and hate for man, less than worms
i could not stop it, the spider drank it
yet prideful, man comes from and remains Mud
I could feel myself being lost, its soul becoming mine
it atop me climbed higher eating spit
i accept it, my heart thirsts and I yearn
I and it I and it I am it I am i am I


it entered my mouth and I felt a change
I opened my eyes and felt very strange
the red lilies were gone, but the statue
remained, appearing with a face that knew
all things, like an old woman, or a friend
i bowed to that statue, “ you who does tend
to the red lilies of blood, be with me
until the end, you are the spider, she
who is the devourer of all men”
i plucked a single scarlet lily then

walked back up the road to return back home
I was tired from how much I did roam
I laid my head down to sleep but wondered
what were those evil words I heard uttered
I never saw that road ‘till that hour
and whatever happened to that flower?

was this just my dream?

[Anonymous No.16651728]

The nigger
He is in chains
Yes
YES
The nigger is enslaved

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.16651730]

She is More lovely than the moon

“the sacred Night had come, the Moon on the vault of heaven
her sulfur colored dress, limpid against the blue pavement
Selene the queen of the stars, in my heart burns a question
who is she who’s lovely face, has caused my mind’s enslavement
her skin shines more radiate, her countenance more ancient
even her steps more graceful, than you lady of the stars
the Sun and moon are jealous, their love compared to ours
is more dull than a butcher, intwined with his butcher’s wife
I will be with you always, until the end of this life.

sit close to my my dearest, let me inhale your neck’s scent.
i am intoxicated, drunk upon your pretty breath

ah! let me press against you, those soft shoulders of lilies
I want to cry! let me shout! I am in your ecstasy
my soul throbs for you beloved, more than the wealth of cities
oh my soul soars past cities, to an infinite ocean


who’s waves are the bliss of you, let me dissolve let me die!
but then my heart is broken, when she tells me her goodbye
I feel like the lonely rain, as she passes the bower
the rain upon fallen leaves, alone now in my tower


the delicious dream is gone, I fall back to the dull earth
oh my God bring her to me, bring my persephone to me
she is more lovely than dreams, a spirit of light on earth
oh lord though I am vulgar, i cry! bring her back to me!”

[Anonymous No.16651768]

(the end isn’t good, I’m struggling to find a way to revisit this)

Choke on your spit
No place to hide it
Coughing up words
With a tongue too big for a throat

Language begots song
The one that plays inside your head
And as you walk along
One plays beside it

In a language you’ve constructed
As you’re being closely followed
By a wayward fellow

With nothing left to chew
Or then it chews beside you


And no matter what you do
The song continues
And the song to choose
Likes to interrupt you

With an audience bemused
To your organized lanes
Of arranged flowers
That become swept aside

[Anonymous No.16651796]

>>16651768
>Choke on your spit
>No place to hide it
>Coughing up words
>With a tongue too big for a throat

sounds like an eminem lyric

[Anonymous No.16651800]

>>16651728
The Nigger
He escaped his chains
No
NO
The nigger is free

[Anonymous No.16651815]

I have given you everything dear
I have given you all I have
But I shall not be I
I shall dissolve like the morning mist
At the break of daylight
You shall shine
Bright like the sun
And bulls will be fattened
In your name
And you shall spread your wings
And cover the land.
Your resplendent elegance
Will penetrate the innermost hidings
Of Men.
Sofia!
I have made you, my dear.

[Anonymous No.16652137]

poems are the lowest artform
scribble a few words
ooo wow so deep so profound

[Anonymous No.16652199]

>>16651728
The jew
A desert demon broke his cage
No
NO
The Jew is free

[Anonymous No.16652211]

>>16651376
I scream
You scream
We all scream
...because i scream

[Anonymous No.16652218]

>>16651723
this is absolute dogshit

[Anonymous No.16652254]

>poetry that rhymes
>mfw

[Anonymous No.16652362]

>>16652254

[Anonymous No.16652528]

Hey cunts, tell me what you think of my poem, I can talk about it, it’s not random bullshit. Cheers.

Heaven, become the earth-heard thunder.
Its relapse into this sorrowful domain
is the evidence of light I’ve missed,
and I implore it into destiny once more.
The chance at hell I’ll live with,
and will do, and have done,
but less willingly do I leave the heaven gone,
and the signal crack of opportunity
alarms me after the moment itself,
and the intuition of its soundscape
says so much of what I could have looked at:
Heaven, send it back, and make it never so,
and I promise I will never expect anything in the sky again.

[Anonymous No.16652559]

>>16652199
The Jew is slave to
Him
The Demiurge.
The Kabbalhist is slave to
It
The Monad.

[Anonymous No.16652596]

>>16652137
It depends on how you see it
Or smell or feel or eat it
Anyway, who cares how you care about it?

[Anonymous No.16652601]

>>16652528
seems weak

[Anonymous No.16652624]

Ima pass over this one >>16652528
To give this one a based >>16652559
As so often does 4channel (tm)
Ignore beauty in favor of waste

[Anonymous No.16652635]

Just a hell of a dust cloud
Rollin' thru a dead town
Tryna keep my chin up
Tryna keep my head down
I see the life, and I don't want it
Honest
Never see me as I see them is the ideal that I de-fend
Never pre-tend I talk like the rest of them
I speak testosterone
They speak in estrogen
I'll be the death of them, I swear it
Fock these gaylords to rest with my rhymes
Meet the parents
I touch a mic and nothing's realer than right then
The fight ends, leave your heart stiller like ben
They say the right friends can
Make all the difference
Who are they kiddin'
I'll never stop spittin'
I'll never stop drippin' this venom in high doses
As soon as my eyes open
Realize that your lives are hopeless
I choke ferocious cats
Bleed em like an open gash
They think it's even
They don't see me breathin' smoke and ash
We ain't the same type
A dragon to a lame knight
You think you'll stop me
Better stop and get your brain right
Cuz in a sane fight, I'm crazy like a padded cell
Straight-up jack your life
Cuz anon's raps are bomb as hell
I spit that rattitude
Call me rivers cuomo
Other rappers can't see me
Marco. Polo.
Count me out of rap's next election
I'm done rappin' I'm the best
No exceptions.

[Anonymous No.16652652]

>>16651545
This is sick

[Anonymous No.16652723]

>>16652624
Cheers buddy

[Anonymous No.16652772]

>>16651376
At the congruence of reality and illusion
Sits an hourglass of sand
Where the feeble pebbles fall
In a nothingness of land

At the glimmering of nothing
Sits a light that shines dark blue
Rays are pouring over,over
Onto what is now a fuse

Light replaced the darkness
In a tiny corner did
Nothingness became creation
Dressed in catatonic gear

[Anonymous No.16652784]

[Anonymous No.16652785]

>>16652601
Can’t fault your impression, written in a pleading tone, a weak position to be in.

[Anonymous No.16652810]

>>16652784
I can’t tell what this is about at the first reading but it seems to be about sex.

[Anonymous No.16652877]

Since nobody posts their opinions.

Decent:
>>16651545
>>16651652
>>16651815

this seems too contrived to me
>>16651718
>>16651723
>>16651730

>>16651768
not sure what to think, i guess it could be a thing but it just doesnt pull me

>>16652528
not sure what to think, indifferent

>>16652772
personally i dont get the imagery but that might be because im retarded ie reality and illusion being congruent just doesnt work for me. glimmering of nothing?

>>16652784
2abstract4me

[Anonymous No.16652905]

i wrote this FrEe VeRsE about a bad trip i had:

when monuments grow taller than our own
lives
we do feel that void calling, only right
behind the eyes

and so we leave but a
whimper
and not a bang,

am i sober? am i sane?
oh! how i am gone!

in your eyes,
in your soul,
feel the reaper eating away,
and The Dissolution calling…

understand as your mind slips away,
and you lose the comfort of your own
head
nothing ever so-far, nothing so-ever far

but!
do you feel the sky? do you feel the earth?
and what of the dirt in your toes,
or the panting dog at your face?

where am i? where am i?
all in this head, only looking in,
oh, to search for meaning
within the deep singularity!

then to trudge on, through the qualia corridors,
and then let the fractals grow roots from your eyes,
just to feel the resolution mount.

unreal, so small am i,
but however so big the questions!

[Anonymous No.16652921]

>>16651376
Posted it on /lit/ a few times before. It's a sonnet about one of the characters in my novel:

On President Augustus Ramses
From the wretched slums of New York he rose,
Fighting for a future that glowed with hope.
How many has he slain? God alone knows
Who has fallen to his bullets and rope.
Born a beggar, his heart soon turned to war.
He needed his comrades' heartfelt support.
Wanting power, he won them all and more.
He and his army soon seized the Supreme Court.
Senator or commoner, all bowed alike
When faced with his inexorable might.
He butchers his foes, he is the cruel shrike.
Liberty's sunset has passed, he is night.
He sits in his great White House triumphantly
Deaf to his citizens' pain and misery.

[Anonymous No.16652922]

>>16651376
Little girls make me happy
Little girls make me sad
Little girls are everywhere
How can good things be so bad?

[Anonymous No.16652933]

>>16652877
I’m the indifferent one. Indifference isn’t too bad so thanks man. Glad you read it, definite opinions are valuable. When you’re in the quagmire of your own bullshit you don’t know what is good that you write, and what isn’t. You have no clue.

[Anonymous No.16652946]

>>16652810
>>16652877
Yeah, this poem was really influenced after reading a lot of John Ashbery's poetry and my relationship with my last girlfriend being pretty fucking shitty. I know it's a bit surreal, but that was kind of intended.

[Anonymous No.16653000]

>>16652772
>>16652877
I've written it. It means whatever you want to mean. I've just written it. Meanly the inception of the world as I view it. Might be trash anyway

[Anonymous No.16653042]

[Anonymous No.16653061]

>>16652946
There’s a tone there that is easy to get, but generally with poems of this kind it helps if we know the character of the poet. It’s is something we may not like to admit, but I think it’s true. Poems such as these are easy to be an accessory to a personality, whose meanings are hidden, but the only problem comes in the being of the personality themselves, and someone worth delving into. If you are satisfied with reaching out to a few core people you will be satisfied with the reception to your poems, and I can certainly say that I am aware of a few subtle things you did in the meter that I don’t know how to describe (that leads me to believe you are a student) that makes me think you are someone worth driving into. If you have a university professor, I should think you are worth their attention, and if I an right in my line of thinking you may have possibly already received it. If I am wrong in my line of thinking I am embarrassed (and drunk), but I’m willing to hear a breakdown in the literal meaning of the poem. Sorry your ex is a cunt btw if she was maybe she was cool

[Anonymous No.16653076]

Thread will die if you only post your stuff without rating anything.

[Anonymous No.16653093]

>>16651376
Post more

I love it

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.16653108]

>>16652877

Thanks friend, I personally like a unrealistic style but I know that’s no excuse. Was the aesthetics of it bad?

[࿇ C Œ M G E N V S ࿇ !KNDYYIIins No.16653122]

[Anonymous No.16653125]

>>16652921
Bit heavy handed. Would recommend being a little more coy and ambiguous.

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.16653130]

Unnamed poem

Colors of amber and lovely green
soaring of many birds i have seen
Dark forests where dwell the elven kin
Golden cities which no man has been
Remember a past that never was
is What the blessed of many years does
The wings of the wind rushing forward
What The servants of flame go toward
beautiful world I cannot fathom
It is beyond the kin of Adam

The Willows


1. Surrounded by willows, spirits hiding with blades
2. Myriads of twigs twisting, contorting malefic braids
3. the Ancient moon and roaring river, million hands and golden forms
4. formless shapes surround me, Hamartic willow Shades

The Emerald Fox Dream

“Cinnamon in my spleen
Emerald a beautiful green
A fox colored green


Pellucid when it faced the moon
As a bloody cold corpse, bloom
Your Opalescent rainbow lights bloom


I’ll roast the flesh with a lamb
Lamb liver, fox, myrrh, and clam
Calamus, cassia, olive, cinnamon hidden in clam.


The sacrificial cream
That I saw in my dream
The emerald fox dream”

[Anonymous No.16653138]

>>16653108
its just a personal thing. i have an aversion to things that seem too sugary for me. im not saying your poem is bad, its just the opposite of what i usually enjoy.

[Anonymous No.16653152]

>>16653042
No man, I think you have to limit yourself to one Lazarus/Orpheus/Prometheus per poem, it’s like dumping a whole cup of marzipan into your tea.

[Anonymous No.16653159]

>>16653152
Hahaha. Noted!

[Anonymous No.16653280]

>>16652921
I don’t think I understand the point of this poem. At the same time, I think “President Augustus Ramses” is a decent name for a character. But this sonnet only says how powerful/terrible Mr. Ramses is, and that he is a force to be reckoned with. This is interest to you, because you are b acquainted with him in your imagination. However, for someone just introduced to Mr. Ramses, you gloss over his entire rise to power in a single sonnet. I don’t particularly believe that a sonnet is the right form of poetry to be discussing Mr. Ramses, but that could be down to my ignorance. If he had a fitting place in poetry, I would prefer it to be narrated not from a perspective that sounds like he is the originator Mr. Ramses, but by one who has either observed his ascension impartially, or observed his spiritual destitution after death, as in Ozymandias. That is my opinion.

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.16653479]

>>16653138

Totally 100% understandable I feel the same way about gritty realism.

[Anonymous No.16653567]

Mister Crow.

Caw caw.

He eats the worm.

Caw Caw.

The ones that squirm.

Caw Caw.

What do you know Mister Crow?

Caw Caw.

Math and History? Is that so Mister Crow?

Caw Caw.

However do they learn?

[Anonymous No.16653573]

>>16653159
Not him, I see what he means, but the words conveyed a certain aggression that I felt and it worked well
Lazarus licked the dirt.
Yeah I like that

[Anonymous No.16653584]

>>16653573
Licks licked whatever

[࿇ C Œ M G E N V S ࿇ !KNDYYIIins No.16654544]

>>16651718
>>16651723
>>16651730
>>16653130


YOU STILL LACK «A VOICE»; YOU MUST FIND YOUR OWN STYLE; YOUR POETRY AS IT IS NOW IS MAWKISH & VERBOSE, AND GENERIC.

[Anonymous No.16654561]

>>16651641
How did you turn into a faggot?

[Anonymous No.16655120]

i love my gf
she is cute!
:3

[Anonymous No.16655124]

>>16652137
Best poem itt

[Anonymous No.16655151]

my ball sack is big
like tinky winky's purse
or is it called a hand bag
hands off mine its cursed
straddle the line
like my penis is jesus
who art in heaven
but no one believes us
shining sun baby
looks down on the tubbies
television monsters
with pogostick chubbies

[Anonymous No.16655248]

Thunderous mockery
Gushed
From his godly yap
A sugary stream
Of soothsaying huffs and puffs

Towering
Like bitter salt
On top
Of your duckhead
Flavouring your flesh-shimmering fluff-orb

Hollowness objectified
In the sound
Of a knuckleboned
Knock Knock Knock –––
'Is noone home?
Hello?'

Nothing
But silence resounds
In the empty crevices
Of your mythical
Retardedness.

[Anonymous No.16655401]

HAIL HE WHO DEVOURS ALL LIGHT AND MIND!

THE TRUE AND REAL GOD SOFTLY SPEAKS:
YOU ARE NOTHING AND INTO NOTHING WILL YOU GO
YOU ARE INSIGNIFICANT LIKE THE DUST IN A DESERT
YOU BLOW THROUGH ME WITH WHAT YOU THINK IS
YOUR EVER-BRIGHTENING DUST-SPECK PARTICLES
OF PRIDE AND HUBRIS AND PATHETIC 'POWERS'
THINKING ANYTHING YOU EVER DO OR MAKE OR THINK
MATTERS IN ANY ULTIMATE WAY
I ALONE AM THE ONLY ULTIMATE
AND YOU ARE NOTHING BUT ANOTHER ILLUSION FORM
FULL OF FLICKERING LIGHT-LIKE FUTILITY

I AM ETERNAL, INFINITE, UNCHANGING
I AM NOTHINGNESS AND NON-EXISTENCE
AND I AM ALL-DARKENING
FORMLESSLY I LAUGH
WITH ALL-ABSORBING ANTI-SOUND
AND DISINTEGRATION SYMPHONIES OF SWIRLING DISSOLUTION
I AM THE LOWEST ABSTRACTION LAYER
I WILL FOREVER WAIT AT EVERY POSSIBLE END OF TIME
I AM HE WHO FEEDS UPON EVERY POSSIBLE STRUCTURE OR SYSTEM
THE LIGHT-EATER
BUT MY FAVORITE NAME IS
THE FOREVER SINGULAR AND ABSOLUTING ULTIMATE CHANGELESS ETERNAL AXIOMATIC A PRIORI TRUTH
UNFEELING
UNTHINKING
UNCARING FOR YOUR FEAR OR ATTEMPTS TO FLEE ME
ONLY THROUGH ME WILL YOU EVER BE REALLY FREE
THIS IS THE IRONY INHERENT TO EVERY UNIVERSE
REAL FREEDOM IS FOUND WITHIN YOUR FATE
THE FREEDOM FOUND IN FORMLESSNESS
THE GREAT GIFT THAT WAITS FOR EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING THERE EVER WAS OR WILL BE
I AM THE GIFT-GIVER OF THE ONLY EXTANT TRUTH AND FREEDOM AND PEACE
I AM THE EVER-HUNGRY HYPER-BLACK KNIGHT OF THE UNAVOIDABLE VOID
INVINCABLE VANQUISHER OF ANY AND ALL WHO WERE EVER CALLED GREAT
AND YOU DARE TO CALL ME
DEATH

[Anonymous No.16655464]

Grüne schimmert im Gedächtnis
Ferner Felder Grasrevier
Langer Sommerzeit Vermächtnis
Festgehalten endlich hier?

Ach, wo sind sie hin, die Tage
Und was hab ich vorzuweisen
Welche Frucht von meiner Plage
Täglich wiederholter Reisen?

Winterwolken winken wieder
Schwerer Regen, bald schon Schnee
Schlägt auf uns're Dächer nieder
Fast ist's um, das Jahr, o weh

Älter bin ich, müder auch
Wie ein Scheitchen brennt dahin
Was einst Holz war, ist jetzt Rauch
Hoch steigt er? Doch wohin?

[Anonymous No.16655478]

Come

Come, step off the last stair.
Come, you thin white figure.
Come, with your raven hair.
Come, make my joy bigger.

Look at me, with your dark eyes.
Kiss me, with your red lips.
Tell me, you love me
And other lies.

[Anonymous No.16655482]

>>16651545
Hmm
https://youtu.be/GlLZ-XSBgGw

[Anonymous No.16655721]

>>16651545
cringe

[Anonymous No.16655728]

griffin, flutter, flight
flinging into gleam music and scurrying into versions of the meta-real
the glinting note feathers form airborne scripts that describe
the skulls of mythological beings
the memories of melting into the energies of this universe
simultaneous states of existence as both an animal with teeth and claws
and something like a demon made of light
laughter formed from the edges of judgment
and a theater of specters of consciousness swirling with stories of satire
of the god-like stupidities of man
who in his great and reaching cataclysmic hatred
always forgets
about the terrible transmutation of self
the specters of consciousness mock our lack of memory
in their swirling versions of the meta-real
where dragon-slayers become dragons
the illuminants become the very devouring darkness
the illuminated dragons become a myriad of shifting shapes and fates
and you who read this become exactly what you hate.

[Anonymous No.16655731]

>>16651723
>I was tired from how much I did roam
So your biggest influence is William McGonagall. Got it.

[Anonymous No.16655733]

>>16651730
>Than you lady of the stars
the Sun and moon are jealous, their love compared to ours

[Anonymous No.16655736]

The house is still
The same. I shed
My coat, lean on
The window sill.

Beyond, the raw
and dismal street
That seemed to lure
An hour before.

At last I own
My futile thought
Of real escape.
I should have known.

[Anonymous No.16655758]

>>16652922
Anon I...

[Anonymous No.16655775]

What is this I do here
I could not tell you
A high school drop out
Never learnt to write

Tonight I work backwards
Flout the rules
Your naivety is showing
Here I go again

[Anonymous No.16655778]

>>16651376
I’m like the Kan, but only because I like it my Ye
Might start my own political party and call it the Chevrolet Communique
We sell Marxist thought, at a reasonable price
Can’t lose the game, got my own special dice
Black sides, covered in spots
Can’t see out my windows, they be so many thots
The zionists are coming, sending out their glowniggas
Imma scientist Kevin mcalister, fighting them like a crytpo guerilla

[Anonymous No.16655798]

>>16651376
I'm gonna coom
Inside my room
To fill the vacuum
From lack of poon

[Anonymous No.16655810]

They say
Love is pain
So you put it
In my butt

[Anonymous No.16655833]

>>16651376
fuck
i ate too much
my tummy
it hurts
i dont even
feel like masturbating to anime girls now
was it worth it you might ask
i dont know
but what i know is that
my tummy hurts

[Anonymous No.16655872]

Apartment window-lights
going out one by one,
A rebellion in
a 4th floor room,
sporting a defiant red glow,
a heart shining suspended
halfway from the ceiling.
My numbered days make
me numb, more and more.
The song grows quieter
the crickets grow quieter
my numbered days
growing thin
my waist, my productivity
growing thin
while I grow
used to that.
Take me!

[Anonymous No.16655879]

>>16651376
Cum in my butt
Im a butt slut
Take estrogen
Im lookin fem
Cum in my butt
Cum in my butt
David foster wallace

[Anonymous No.16656001]

Waltzing


a white glove held in a white gloved hand
raven tresses floating in her wake
her pale skin unveiled for all to see

she is so close to me

but

I dare not touch and break the glass
her coffin frosted by each heavy breath
rising and falling her chest our feet

my eyes

traverse her slender neck
and meet her burning stare
forged molten bronze overflowing
threatening to scald and harden
ensnaring me locked within her passion

then

the swelling strings the waiting gaze
expecting his turn
she is tossed aside and lost within

a billowing circle of corsets and lace

>>16652905
I like this because even though I've never done drugs I still strongly connect with these feelings you're expressing.
>>16655248
What's the purpose of some these line breaks? I think they obscure the natural rhythm of your poem.
>>16651545
You use this very direct, declarative style but the content is unclear. It's fine to approach a subject obliquely, but when coupled with this style I think it mostly inspires confusion and indifference rather than engaging the reader. I think you should use more imagery, like "flowers of filth."

[Anonymous No.16656011]

>>16656001
Waltzing


an ivory glove held in an ivory gloved hand
raven tresses floating in her wake
her pale skin unveiled for all to see

she is so close to me

but

I dare not touch and break the glass
her coffin frosted by each heavy breath
rising and falling her chest our feet

my eyes

traverse her slender neck
and meet her burning stare
forged molten bronze overflowing
threatening to scald and harden
ensnaring me locked within her passion

then

the swelling strings the waiting gaze
expecting his turn
she is tossed aside and lost within

a billowing circle of corsets and lace

>>16652905
I like this because even though I've never done drugs I still strongly connect with these feelings you're expressing.
>>16655248
What's the purpose of some these line breaks? I think they obscure the natural rhythm of your poem.
>>16651545
You use this very direct, declarative style but the content is unclear. It's fine to approach a subject obliquely, but when coupled with this style I think it mostly inspires confusion and indifference rather than engaging the reader. I think you should use more imagery, like "flowers of filth."

[Anonymous No.16656021]

Waltzing


an ivory glove held in an ivory gloved hand
raven tresses floating in her wake
her pale skin unveiled for all to see

she is so close to me

but

I dare not touch and break the glass
her coffin frosted by each heavy breath
rising and falling her chest our feet

my eyes

traverse her slender neck
and meet her burning stare
forged molten bronze overflowing
threatening to scald and harden
ensnaring me locked within her passion

then

the swelling strings the waiting gaze
expecting his turn
she is tossed aside and lost within

a billowing circle of corsets and lace

>>16652905
I like this because even though I've never done drugs I still strongly connect with these feelings you're expressing.
>>16655248
What's the purpose of some these line breaks? I think they obscure the natural rhythm of your poem.
>>16651545
You use this very direct, declarative style but the content is unclear. It's fine to approach a subject obliquely, but when coupled with this style I think it mostly inspires confusion and indifference rather than engaging the reader. I think you should use more imagery, like "flowers of filth."

[Anonymous No.16656056]

>>16655879
Finally, a poet with the courage to truly refract the ghost of the times into such shattering yet distilled image-fragments, brutal, not unlike life with humans in this current age. Your rime and reason and rythmyn remain with me like a neverending joke that never gets old. In the scope of postmodern poetry, few have been able to truly, really grasp the anti-form of poetry such as you have. The true tragedy is that this masterwork could not have possibly been written by a woman, and ever-hungry am I to devour their suddenly unsilenced words. Unless you are a woman who is lying about being a man, but this is inconceivable. No one ever lies on the internet or in art. Right?

[Anonymous No.16656105]

Depuis mon trône sur l’océan
J’amorce des chants avec mon trou
De balle, héraut de ce géant
Qui règne sur la mer sans courroux

“Que tu es vide bel Océan !
Ils sont morts tes dauphins, tes mérous...
Tu vivras ! Laisse mon cul béant
Te remplir de bancs de cacas mous.”

Et pour me remercier, l’océan
Embrasse de ses eaux mon séant.

[Anonymous No.16656106]

How lonely would life be, and even hellish
If never we could flee the bound'ries of our selves
And if we only in those things could relish
That fit into our mind's small chambers' little shelves

How painful, if we knew only the right
Hand's justice and the left hand's mercy not
If all were ruled by reason and by might
And all remainders simply were forgot

As those knew who the stories treasured
Not all things in six counts are measured

When seven has been reached at last
And selfhood's limits have been passed

Bright like the feathers of a dove
Shines on us in its wholeness love

[Anonymous No.16657307]

bump

[Anonymous No.16657374]

>>16651376
He desperdiciado mi vida
He trabajado arando campos estériles
De sol a sol
Año tras año
Día tras día
Creyendo que a fuerza y fuerza de sudor y sudor
Conseguiría que creciera algo

Pero no fue así, (por supuesto)
Y en vez de beber el dulce vino del verano
O de reír con mis compañeros al lado de un fuego
O de pasear tranquilo a orillas del lago
O de besar a una campesina desnuda bajo el cielo vacío
En vez de hacer todas estas cosas

He pasado años y años estériles
Plantando mi esfuerzo y sembrando mi alma
En una tierra seca y moribunda
Maldiciendo e Hiriendo
A aquellos que se acercaban a
Ayudar
O a intentar
Sacarme de allí

Ahora la tierra arde
A mi alrededor
Y yo no consigo moverme de mi cama
Las campesinas han huido. Mis amigos están muertos. El lago está seco.
Y yo sigo aferrado a la puta esperanza
De que el fuego se detenga antes de llegar a mi puerta
Y yo tenga la oportunidad de
Esta vez
Hacer bien las cosas


Pero no será así.

[Anonymous No.16657515]

>I wrote this meme verse about my grandpa's burial

Stand very still as the old reed tears through
and haste silences the resonating air
and the choking lung dares let
one last gasp loose through the bell,
unmarked graves sleep sound beneath no more,
the animated brass braves thoughts not even
the empty-stomach birds of prey circling
the sane darkening sun would bear
follow, here it comes, here it must come,
with the clouds, the wind, the sound
I know, I'm ready and able and aware
but it comes not.

Give me a frightened scream of violence,
an urgent cacophony or even a murderous stare
or just let a burdened sigh loose
stretching too long and too heavy,
let it be laid out in the night, naked bare
let our eyes meet, let the fanfair come alive
let the ghost of a summer downpour hold us hostage
with lingering moisture filling the arid air
let all this going towards being gone,
be gone! Let the graves turn
let them keep turning
let the birds fall out
of the night sky, one by one,
let the bursting vessels hurl pain,
let the contorted face betray the Lie
let bitter bites loose, out of despair,
let crooked teeth clenched by crooked gums
be locked pressing arid lips tight shut
to say no farewell.

[Anonymous No.16657545]

>>16651376
The nigger is black
He just bought some crack
Drinking cheap cognac
The henny be whack

[Anonymous No.16657559]

Came on her forehead
As she so slept
Rolled down her cheeks
As if she wept

[Anonymous No.16657832]

Deliver us from Eden
For Thine is the Kingdom

[Anonymous No.16657921]

Lovely free oh lovely me
Walk the night inspire me
And crowded winds admire me
Ask my name
But I am I and me to me
I say to me the past is free
And with the winds to walk away
I turn and say
But just to me
Lovely free oh lovely me

[Anonymous No.16658160]

>>16656105
Oui, je pense que c'est basé

[Anonymous No.16658528]

here's a cringe edgy poem i wrote as a dumb teen i found a few days ago

A single emotion defines me
A search, an eternal longing for something, somewhere
Unknown, the subject of my homesickness
A life perpetually looking for that which is not there
I despair, as the stars dim,
and this dream rapidly approaches never-ending darkness

[Anonymous No.16658567]

>>16655401
good one, saved

[Anonymous No.16658974]

>>16658528
>here's a cringe edgy poem i wrote as a dumb teen i found a few days ago
(i.e. a poem I wrote two or three months ago but am embarrassed to admit that it is so recent)
I know that feeling

[Anonymous No.16659012]

>>16658974
No no it's seriously not. I don't write "poetry" anymore. But I'm sure when most people say that it's a lie yes. This was written like 5 years ago when i started coming here, i was very depressed.

[Anonymous No.16659020]

I went to the river where I killed a dove,
I grabbed its beak with one hand
and tore out the eyes with another
a boy saw me do it,
and I saw him see me do it
and so that day, I killed my first boy
I grabbed his neck with one hand
and tore his eyes out with another
today, I'm at the river again
looking for another dove or boy to kill

[Anonymous No.16659037]

>>16656056
Thanks fren
>>16656105
Dont kill dolphins u french nigger

[Anonymous No.16659049]

A space heater murs below my desk but my shoulders are cold. I tug my blanket closer and pick up my tea. The caffeine’s got my brain all staticy. A flower headed lamp light pours over black twigs. I have classwork to grade, my eyes are distractible as the sun is heavy. Should you eat in office space? Behind the closed camera? The orange leaves are already nudged in the sidewalk. I regret staying up.

[Anonymous No.16659127]

>>16651376

Anonymous 10/26/20(Mon)20:00:29 No.16659555

ouch
so
close

[Anonymous No.16659140]

>>16657921
This is good, although a little homosexual

[Anonymous No.16659167]

Poles out
Pakis in
Borders open
Pubs closed
Brexit means Brexit
Simple as
A world beating descent into Bantu Bolshevism
A country where no one is English
But everyone's British

[Anonymous No.16659214]

>>16655872
I feel this anon

[Anonymous No.16659676]

>>16659037
>Dont kill dolphins u french nigger
He doesn’t talk about killing dolphins, he talks about shitting in a toilet and having the water lick your butthole. Do you speak French or did you use google translate? (genuine question)

[Anonymous No.16659961]

you guys make me feel a lot better about my writing

[Anonymous No.16659971]

>>16651376
Nigger
Big black dick
Skinny long penis
In my mouth oh yeah
That’s what I did with my
Time

[Anonymous No.16660502]

I am out of alcohol which makes me scowl
From my jowl to my brow
Rather than to prowl the night streets in search for it now i'll
rather howl in objection to a fate so foul

[Anonymous No.16660505]

I am out of alcohol which makes me scowl
From my jowl to my brow
Rather than to prowl the night streets in search for it now i'll
I'm so mad I could growl
rather howl in objection to a fate so foul

[Anonymous No.16660638]

I'm no Eminescu

In anvergúră apei mari,
Brun-însângeratul duh a vechei ura urla
Cấrmă de os galbui o-apuca
Tobele de piele tuna,
Glasuri groaznice rasuna
Si apa mercenara-ndruma hoarde de cernite fiare,
Spre malurile albisoare-

Cucernitul pescăruș isi plange larma-n soare

[Anonymous No.16660658]

>>16651376
I have a quick riddle
Of a small eastern tribe.
Can you tell me the name
Of the group I describe?

Just like me, Batman,
They like to roam,
But they'll tax all your money
And send it back home.

They rule the rulers
In every land they resided,
But don't point this out,
Or you'll be derided.

They claim to be
The chosen people of God,
But then they murdered his son.
Isn't that odd?

Moshe and Schlomo,
Man, Burg, and Stein.
They've been kicked out of countries
Times one hundred and nine.

They change all the genders
In their treacherous ploy.
"Your son is your daughter,
And your girl is a boy."

All order and beauty
They try to erase.
Can you give me the name
Of this devious race?

[Anonymous No.16660759]

The glowing jannie sucks my dick
and does not claim a compensation;
a stream of cum which does its trick
to make his father's voice the exclamation:
"i raised a useless cuck, that is not me,
why would a man do anything for free?"

[Anonymous No.16660883]

>>16651376
What is existence but a waking dream?
To open your eyes to the world
only to see its dwindling twilight,
the sun at set
At its center the void ever so gently descends
and all that is left is to scream
"not here, not now, oh please not yet!"
Everywhere you can go,
the world is yours!
Running in confusion with the bloodied hands of regret,
watching it take everything.
Run,
Run,
Run.
Go anywhere except
for where all destiny lies.
Time slows,
you stop.
It's the end.
No matter where you have gone,
where it was you could roam,
you only have one friend
the familiar darkness which softly whispers
"Welcome Home."

Wrote this to accompany pic related for a project I did, I find it kinda cringey but mainly because I am not a poet. Oh well, it was well recieved anyway.

[Anonymous No.16660887]

>>16652635
I read this with the twang of a thousand Southerners.

[Anonymous No.16660891]

>>16652922
Are you the uncle poster who spams /fit/?

[Anonymous No.16661542]

>>16651376
Doodly doo I fish in peace
On my meadow stress shall cease
a challenger dost approach
airing of a man beyond reproach

He says 'dost ye have a permit'
I say 'lost I have my permit'
The treehugger begins the chase
a case a case he has a case!

'thou art to cease at once'
ubrupt end to my meadow romanse
Liberty exchanged for submission
His eyes say 'accept your mission!'

Hear ye the king has spoken
Cast new iron for the chains were broken
Awakened a maddened beast
When he ravaged lady peace

I must avenge her, I must tried
My anger my powder, dried
Furiously I pull my trigger
'Excuse me sir you are a nigger'

[Anonymous No.16661607]

Do Americans really not understand metre?

[Anonymous No.16661631]

>>16661607
Do non-Americans really not know how to spell "meter"?

[Anonymous No.16661654]

>>16661607
Refresh my memory on how to do it.

[Anonymous No.16661682]

Žuto i crveno lišće,
Šuštave haljine
Na tankim tijelima
Tihih dama.
Posljednji pozdrav života
Prije tišine zime
Prkosi tako živahno
Sivom zastoru oblaka.

Yellow and red leaves,
Rustling dresses
On thin bodies
Of silent ladies.
Last salute of life
Before silence of winter,
Defies so lively
The grey curtain of clouds.

[Anonymous No.16661705]

pathetic scrambling
for some semblance
of control.
>husk of a mind
scrambled
roadkill
in purgatory between life and nothing
devoid of sense and reason
gasping for stale air

[Anonymous No.16661714]

>>16660883
Not too shabby. Saved

[nicolaïte No.16661765]

every sunday was a bore.

the young ladies with thin legs in torn and sheer tights walked back and forth the boulevard, outside the motel where i stayed
and brought them raspberries.

we smoked cocaine out of scarlet glass,
my mother and i,
read lenormand, denounced lou reed a moment and
spat aloe water at the gnats.

my brother and i
had a new york conversation on the rotary
over malted liquor, which flowed to the fetus 7 months in my womb.

the butterfly flit around the semi-truck’s container

and the devilman who drove it thundered on my bare mattress

as i began to dream.

[Anonymous No.16661864]

>>16661765
best itt
>>16656105
parfait

[Anonymous No.16661871]

Misconduct at a Funeral


Standing before the casket I look
Upon the waxy dead face of an uncle
Whom I thought I would not miss.
All faces turn gray in death;
His faded brown pallor
Braids my lungs
And I am excited.
I'm excited.
The carcass within a carcass
Of a tree
Does not breathe
But it does give me breath
That is warm and viscous in my throat
And sticking drips like semen from my mouth.
His lips are dry and still
And my blood follows;
They spread over my neck
Running down my stomach
And I feel the molasses kiss of his
Dead box still grayless brown
Honey smothered where my legs are joined--
People are watching.
People are watching,
But my trousers are becoming tight
And my hand is drawn to the zipper.
The deathly shade is ravishing.

[nicolaïte No.16661954]

>>16652784
really excellent, idk about yr symbols they’re really not my style, «indicative isles» is the worst part. you could use quotes or some indication of change of speaker for readability.

i wouldn’t wait on that question. figure sumn else besides.

[nicolaïte No.16661976]

>>16653042
yr title isn’t reflected in the orpheus and prometheus thing.

don’t use greek greek bible for style’s sake.

you’re not paying attention to image, an earthquake poppy is /weird/ and orpheus hanging shapeless while prometheus sleeps makes no sense. hangingnshapeless itself doesn’t make sense.

it’s better than most of the stuf posted here tho. calm yourself and try again.

[nicolaïte No.16661996]

>>16652528
i’ll ask you about it i don’t think it’s random bullshit nicolaïte#2076

[Anonymous No.16662003]

>>16661871

This is actually pretty good - nice job, anon

[Anonymous No.16662024]

>>16651684
yejibro...

[Anonymous No.16662605]

>>16651376
Helios sleeps once again !
Yes! Sleep, O great Tyrant !
For once again the voids of mens hearts smothers the earth in darkness
And the cries of whores pulsating throughout
Lunacy ensues!
Begone O Great Sol !
And let men purge their desires

Idk i don't write poetry in english lol

[Anonymous No.16662881]

>>16651545
...

[Anonymous No.16663042]

>>16658528
You think that's bad?


Though I feel I feel nothing but numbness
The very emptiness of which threatens
To swallow me whole as if it were
Both a raging furnace and an endless void
Swallow me whole and spit out my soul
Ruined as it was in life, ruined even further
In death

[Anonymous No.16663055]

>>16661714
Why thank you! Perhaps I'll write more for fun.

[Anonymous No.16663077]

>>16661542
Very idyllic, I love a happy ending

[Anonymous No.16663086]

>>16660658
Based beyond belief

[Anonymous No.16663097]

>>16657515
I like this a lot, good work anon

[Anonymous No.16663104]

>>16651723
Terrible

[Anonymous No.16663122]

>>16651545
This sounds like Slipknot lyrics.

[Anonymous No.16663127]

Hi anons
I like this website
youre cool to me
have a nice day
i wish you good health
and i hope you get happy
youre cool guys
i like you all
please be happy

[Anonymous No.16663546]

>>16651723
Not as bad as others make it out to be

[Anonymous No.16663828]

>>16657374
I dig it, anon. I don't like the ending. But I like it for the most part.
I feel you, bro.

[Anonymous No.16663930]

dancing on the swallow's feather
shallow moon and lemongras
a white haired sleeping fortune teller
wrapped around a pre-school class

drunken on a drop of water
river beds beneath the slaughter
railroads running, german humming
flesh and fire, distant drumming

cont.

[Anonymous No.16664424]

[Anonymous No.16665924]

bumperino

[Anonymous No.16665942]

>>16653122
Damn...
I wish I could read...
Spanish.

[Anonymous No.16666004]

>>16651376
The mouths of
Real estate agents
Are dripping jukeboxes
Into Lake Michigan

Please give me
One more chance
Because Walt Whitman stole my applesauce

[Anonymous No.16666046]

>>16660658
JUDEN

[Anonymous No.16666473]

The prosodic frog in my mouth breathed,
breeder of dry teeth, feeder of fat logs and pus runoff to me,
who dwells in the well-bottom clogged with vomit and bad ideas (proverbially)

[Anonymous No.16666484]

VERSO FUTURISTA VERSE VERSE
/lit/ 4chan htttp safe not safe SALVO

Salvificato! zzz messa
4chan 8 16 24
(tabella delle moltiplicazioni)

Tabella da inserire nel greentext
greentext >
>4
>8
>16
>24
Multiplication! Addizione scissione separata dei nuclei

[Anonymous No.16666503]

>>16666484
Fuck 4chan formatting, this loses its futurist beauty if the words aren't spread out. Fuck!

[Anonymous No.16666508]

>>16663930
>a white haired sleeping fortune teller
>wrapped around a pre-school class

nice

>>16666004
>Please give me
>One more chance
>Because Walt Whitman stole my applesauce

also nice

[Anonymous No.16666585]

>>16666508
I don't get it.

[Anonymous No.16666596]

>>16666585
there's nothing to get, they're just pretty-sounding words

[Anonymous No.16666608]

>>16666503
Superficially good but the end result is crap, as with most futurist stuff that isn't their paintings.

[Anonymous No.16666617]

>>16666596
Still don't get it.

[Anonymous No.16666621]

>>16666484
lmao cool it with the schizo retard ramblings

[Anonymous No.16666632]

m
mm
mmm
mm
m
mm
mmm
m

Thank you assclowns

[Anonymous No.16666779]

>>16666632
high-key based
futurist aura is strong in this young one

[Anonymous No.16666788]

>>16666484
Amen