Poetry Thread

[Anonymous No.18929896]

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[Anonymous No.18929914]

>>18929896
Flat stomach
Pale skin, pigtails, I'm in
This slut

Blowjob and but
No or

She’s just another whore
Soon, to hit the wall

Afterall

[Anonymous No.18929923]

>>18929896
She’s, a washed up slut

But

MILF ass, no class, dismissed

Her youth, be missed

[Anonymous No.18929949]

>>18929896
>I shall rate later

Tell no lie
Hope to die

She, lay, and stay
What a day

I think twice
She, my vice

Cold as ice
What's the price

My soul, Inna hole
Take, a tole

That's your goal
Yes

I see
But why

Wish you die
No lie

[Anonymous No.18929988]

The pha-ra-oh is a pha-ri-see,
Oh, thee
Separate me

[Anonymous No.18930205]

it never fails to astound me how little talent exists on this board

[Anonymous No.18930234]

>>18930205
these threads are usually one earnest attempt to three ironic/shitpost attempts.
why not post your effort?

[Anonymous No.18930280]

>>18929914
First part was fairly catchy, then it went downhill, amusing nonetheless
>>18929923
Short, simple but effective
>>18929949
A bit contorted but original, fairly good imo
>>18929988
I dont really get the main theme


Vanquished stands the carcass
Of the rotten world in ruins
Humanity fallen pays for its sins
Blood and sorrow on Earth's canvas

Flies feast on virtue's corpse
The Devil laughs at the gates of Hell
Its spawn unleashed raises his crops
Crops of pravity on Earth's hollow shell

In the opaque sky rage lits a righteous fire
A thousand thunders lit the funeral pyre
Of leeches dwelling world's scorched skin
In agony screams, in smoke chokes their kin

[Anonymous No.18930398]

A little more Dante. Paradiso, Canto V, lines 94-114. Obviously a translation can't be compared with original work; I'm just trying to rhyme and scan and keep the meaning as close as possible.

Here's a link to the original Italian, with translations by Longfellow & Mandelbaum:

https://digitaldante.columbia.edu/dante/divine-comedy/paradiso/paradiso-5/

[Anonymous No.18930423]

mindnumbed,
shit plop bum squirts on my ear
we're all the same
we're all the same
or so I hear
you're racist you're racist
donald dronald blumpf
my brain is but a steaming lump, a pile
it's been a while since I had thoughts that were my own
the truth is switched on daily basis, cannot think, cannot form a voice, give me a choice, let me figure up from down
but all is left and right and we are right and that is all you come to know and see and think and feel
you drone you drone you drone
racist--
i squeal, i squeal, i squeal.

[Anonymous No.18930429]

>>18929988
thee is the objective case dumbshit

[Anonymous No.18930461]

>>18930429
not them, but
there's no rules in poetry. especially not with old-timey language. you can do whatever you want

>rate ibis plox?

[Anonymous No.18930548]

>>18930461
Is this the girlfriend again?

[Anonymous No.18930557]

>>18930548
*le heteronormative assumptions, huh*

[Anonymous No.18930654]

May the Sun shine on me another path
Blinding from the future I'll excel
For I'll honour thy light at last
As for the Moon I bid farewell

>>18930423
>>18930280
My favorites in the thread.
>Flies feast on virtue's corpse
I really like this verse.
>it's been a while since I had thoughts that were my own
This has been in my mind lately. How much of our desire is really ours? I fear that all my longing might be the product of propaganda and that I may be just an empty shell.

>what's Shakespeare's best sonnet?

[Anonymous No.18930755]

>>18930423
rascism runs rampant
doctor gadget:
'go, go'
right there, the door
out of that racket
you, who?
I never heard
my dude..
a legend of some time before
that noise
but is it good?
of course!
feel virtue fountains forth the paradox

[Anonymous No.18931120]

>>18930280
It's vanquished but stands? Why call it Earth's canvas with no other painting metephors? It doesn't sound fitting with the tone. Why is the Devil at the gates of Hell laughing? Shouldn't he be reigning over earth? Rage 'lights' a righteous fire, no? The ending is supposed to be God defeating the spawn of Satan, the leeches, am I correct? It didn't have any impact on me the first couple read throughs. If it is the Devil being defeated by righteous fire, there needs to be more lines describing the power of it or something, I think.

[Anonymous No.18931151]

>>18930654
What do the Sun and Moon represent exactly? The Sun seems to be a generic guide to Goodness leading to a better future, but the Moon has essentially no description except in contrast to the Sun, as the speaker is leaving the moon's light for the sun. I jusr don't know what it's trying to say that hasn't been said many times, and it doesn't do anything entertaining with rhyme or meter.

My poem:
The Tusk

There was a child, in the glowing dusk,
Following some forest's old worn track,
Who ventured far and found, with anxious joy,
An empty glade about a wooden husk.
There, within the stag, a velvet sack
Lay hidden (sweet treasure to a boy).
Within the sack, within the stag, a tusk
From the bag he pulled—his face went slack,
As he beheld the disappointing toy,
Which smelled of ancient musk;
An artifact from way way back,
Then holes he saw, and a crack;
This looked to be a trumpet tusk!
Would long lost warriors deploy,
(Suggestable by blood-flecks black)?
He thoughtless does the horn employ,
And low a sound, dreadful and brusque,
Shoots out, to his young ears annoy;
His senses and his stomach rack—
Black the sky, no longer dusk,
He cannot see his homeward track!
This piercing horn far from a toy,
Buried in the hidden husk—
To which against he stumbles back—
The stag's maw opens wide and black!
Swallows whole the witless boy,
Blind to the forgotten, evil, fusk;
Ignorant of the bloodstained tusk;
Another on the stump's bone stack;
A cruel collection stretched far back
Under the tree husk, short and coy,
Standing lone in the meadow black.