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Original poetry posting and critique thread.

Prompts of the thread are:
>elephant
>salamander
>heart

>> No.20707101

There was once a big elephant
With a heart as small as a salamander
All night long he would decant
A wine for his friend Alexander

One day the wine was finished
The big elephant cried endlessly
He felt quite diminished
But his friend told him happily

"Dear elephant do not cry"
"But my friend I have for you no wine"
"It is not drinking that made me try
To be closer to you, sweet elephantine"

The elephant seemed quite happy
With his friend Alexander's confession
With a trunk movement most snappy
He kissed his friend without discretion

>> No.20707294

>>20707044
The elephant. The salamander. The heart.

>> No.20707742
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20707742

wind was howling like a dying stray dog
back of my throat was on fire
the sky was dark red, the color of salamanders
i passed a lone dead tree dancing in the breeze

walking through the desert
the scarlet mountains were just overhead
you could hear the screech of birds as they
picked off carrion that lay on the road side

to become nature
is the fate of all
our bodies decompose and turn to dust
and i am one with all

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>>20707044
The elephant has a salamander on his crotch
my heart thumps

>> No.20708978

>>20707044
Isn't there still the other thread up? And I feel like these were the same prompts as last time. Not that I use them anyways.

>> No.20709857

>>20707044
I guess this thread is the best place to ask:
Does any anon remember the name of that English poet who I believe called himself ugly, but of whom people said that he is very sharp witted. His famous photo is usually of him laughing at a camera, he was also fat. I believe he's from 19-20th century. And I somehow associate the name Charles with him. He might've also had a son who died, but I'm not certain of that (not Kipling) .
Google proved itself extraordinarily shit on this my quest to find the name of this poet.

>> No.20711343
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>>20707044
>who mog who?
>I mog u

>> No.20711487

Doesn't really rhyme but I wrote this while trying to translate some Al Arrabi about drifting in a spiritual sea

my letters buoy from side to side
my alif scribbles against its sky
as I drift on a paper sea learning
humbled by its mass, page covering page

Can I swim about the greatness I read?
Anxious now at its depth I look down
Through epochs & lands and cultures and men
their whole being absorbed by these reflections bouncing off them.

>> No.20711490

>>20707742
I like it for what its worth, I don't suppose you think your poem is your greatest work because its unpolished but I like the vividness of it anyway. But I'm a sucker for naturalist vivid Ruskian sort of shit. Reminds me of one of my favorite if not favorite poems:

LIKE to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew.

Or like the wind that chafes the flood, 5
Or bubbles which on water stood;
Even such is Man, whose borrowed light
Is straight called in and paid to night.

The winds blow out; the bubble dies;
The spring entombed in autumn lies; 10
The dew’s dryed up; the star is shot;
The flight is past; and man forgot.

>> No.20711495

an extract from my play

Chud:
I fuck away my soul and forget about God
When I nut in a hole with a tight little bod

Women only have value with their clothes off
A kleenex I've soiled is one I dispose of


Simp:
Heed this warning all budding coquettes
He loves you and leaves you
And quickly forgets

Roastie:
Sweetie you give me the heartiest keks
Your bosom chum Chud has never had sex
He watches chud shit on Bitchute
And broods on his own
With a rubber dick in his shitchute
He calls it Tyrone

>> No.20711503

>>20711495
Dude lmao. How are you doing this (like do you plan on having it played?) Can I be simp? Is it sex themed throughout or nah?

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>>20711503
lol I'm afraid there is no play, it's just a joke, but I use the premise (a play with three main characters Chud, Simp and Coomer) to shitpost in these threads sometimes, picrel is two passages by Coomer, at Wal-Mart and the mall. You may be Simp if you like, he has the least lines...

>> No.20711546

elephant go stomp stomp over my heart
big titty goth fuck me in ass
my asshole know not a gender
I even get pegged by a salamander

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>>20711546
beautiful writing anon

>> No.20711583

elephant stomped on elephant shit
elephant big like an elephant dick
elephant huge dude like you wouldn't believe
if an elephant could speak
he would surely say SNEEEEEEED

>> No.20711597

>>20707044
>five bikkhus molesting a pachyderm
>5 senses divided among them
>it comes unceasingly
>if they move before identifying it
>they die

>> No.20711667

Any good introduction to poetry?

>> No.20711683

>>20711667
>>20711546

>> No.20711983

>>20711667
For reading or writing it?

>> No.20712558

>>20707044
Something I wrote, not based on the prompts.

The wood pigeon watches the wind move the mist;
the world worships Him in whom we subsist.
In the graveyard a grandfather is buried;
the green leaves grow with a gravity unhurried.

>> No.20713241

>>20711983
Reading

>> No.20713323

>>20707044
heart stops when I see
a salamander in a broom
house is his but I can't flee
the elephant in the room

>> No.20713615

>>20713241
Norton anthology of poetry or literature

>> No.20714980

>>20709857
This is totally fucking wrong, but what comes to mind is Samuel Johnson

>> No.20715386

>>20711667
Rhythmus und Sprache im deutschen Gedicht by Friedrich Georg Jünger & Кaк дeлaть cтихи? by Maякoвcкий

>> No.20715485

>>20707044
There once was a wee salamander
A wise and amphibious Iskandar
Even elephants would shart
Such was fear in their heart
When confronted by the 6 inch commander

>> No.20715663

>>20715485
Hahahaa

>> No.20715677

>>20715485
>>20715663
To add, I really liked this anon. The shart part lets it down though. A different rhyme could make this a great limerick. I'll post a few of my own.

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>>20715677

>> No.20715941

>>20713615
Thank you

>> No.20716300

>>20715941
You're welcome.

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>>20715663
>>20715677
I just wanted to rhyme shart and heart