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hey tourist here. i need to learn how to write poetry to impress a girl. help.

>> No.17639760

Poetry is never going to impress a girl.
Don't try to impress girls, they really are not worth it anyways

>> No.17639778

>>17639760
she asked me to write something

>> No.17639788

just copy paste some romantic poet.

>> No.17639808

Here:

On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light
In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight
When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right
The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight

Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel, through the wastelands evermore
The scattered souls will feel the hell bodies wasted on the shores
On the blackest plains in hell's domain, we watch them as they go
In fire and pain, now once again we know

So now we fly ever free
We're free before the thunderstorm
On towards the wilderness our quest carries on
Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight
Deep inside our hearts and all our souls

So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on

As the red day is dawning
And the lightning cracks the sky
They'll raise their hands to the heavens above
With resentment to their eyes
Running back through the mid-morning light
There's a burning in my heart
We're banished from a time in a fallen land
To a life beyond the stars

In your darkest dreams see to believe
Our destiny this time
And endlessly we'll all be free tonight

And on the wings of a dream, so far beyond reality
All alone in desperation, now the time has gone
Lost inside you'll never find, lost within my own mind
Day after day this misery must go on

So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on

[Solos - Twin/Sam/Twin/Herman/Twin/Herman/Sam/Herman/Sam]

Now here we stand with their blood on our hands
We fought so hard now can we understand
I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can
For freedom of every man

So far away we wait for the day
For the lives all so wasted and gone
We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days
Through the fire and the flames we carry on

>> No.17639837

The Cock

The cock
He unlocked his chastity
Yes
YES
The cock is out

>> No.17639960

>>17639808
Based. Read this to her slowly and deliberately. She will cry. You will fuck. You will waste time and money for her to ensure your sexual satisfaction until the nagging sense that it's not worth it and the more acute sense that you're forgoing all sorts of opportunities and selves overtakes you piece by piece so that you find another girl and it starts again. Use this same poem the next time.

>> No.17639970

>>17639837
How dare you.

>> No.17640009

>>17639778
What are the circumstances? She might just want you to write something to demonstrate you will go out of your comfort zone (and out of your area of expertise) because she's asked you to. In that case, it doesn't matter if the end result is bad — in fact that might be a bonus. (You just have to make sure it's not *too* bad, because then you'll just look flippant and contemptuous of the whole process, which she will take as showing contempt for her.)

On the other hand, if she actually wants something with literary merit, then either you've already demonstrated you can produce something with literary merit (in which case you don't need us) or else she thinks a random non-writer can go from zero to poetry in three days (in which case she's retarded).

>> No.17640070

>>17639760
Poetry does impress a girl, but you won't keep her with poetry.

>> No.17640127

>>17639734
Poetry consists of rhymes and rythm

A word rhymes with another when they have similar vowels (rude, cute, though mood would be better 'cause consonants) and when the accent is placed similarily (thIng doesn't rhyme well with nOthing)
There are two main types of rhymes: those that have one and those who have two syllables (you can mix them)
You can rhyme in following ways: (rhyme) A, (rhyme) B, A, B: AABB: ABBA (provided you only use two of them)


Rythm has two important characteristics: number of syllables and accent.
The number of syllables must be consistent (8888 8686 etc.) If a verse has more than 8 syllables, split it (and don't link the two halves with one word) (lolol lolol lolol - lololol lololol, for example:

"For all that beauty - that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly - raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth - live, as thine in me:
How can I then be - elder than thou art?")

And the accents should also be consistent (example: Polish alexandrine):
s- weak syllable S- accented syllable x - doesn't matter)
xxxxxSs - xxxxSs

>> No.17640141

>>17639734
And here's how to write a sonnet:
(rhymes - what to write about)

abab - introduction
abab - description
cde cde/cece dd - reflexion

>> No.17640502

>>17640009
i honestly have no clue what she expects. I never mentioned poetry to her and idk shit about it

>> No.17640509
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>>17640127
>>17640141
Bro thanks. This is really helpful

>> No.17641340

>>17639734
Comb through websites were thousands of people post their amateur poetry.

Then pick one you like and steal it. Or change a few words.

She will never know