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[Card !jHyPHNoKGY No.20971921]

OC poetry thread?
haven't seen one in a long while.

prompt of the thread is: knight

[Anonymous No.20972030]

I wish I could be a knight
who faces his beasts outright
I'd conquer any fears that arise
with my full potential realized
however, I am still so afraid
that I grow less timid of the grave
entrapped I will stay in my fright
never to lead any good life
my existence always in night

[Anonymous No.20972503]

>>20972030
Oh, baby baby, I want to be your knight in shinning armor,
remember the days you were my paramour?
Baby, baby, I want to know what's in your heart.
Baby, baby, you is so pretty and smart.
Let me measure the thickness of your wrists,
Let me estimate your prowess through memory's mist.
Oh baby, baby, let me be your knight in shinning armor.
The collapse of Troy, Pompei, Christ's cruxifiction; the Black Death, the Bengal famine of 1943, the Holocaust. Some how, some way I know it's all my fault and I'm sorry, baby baby.

[Anonymous No.20972505]

these three poems won me 250 USD

>>20972030
comfy, altho sonnets should have more strict tense patterns imo

[Anonymous No.20972544]

>>20972505
>these three poems won me 250 USD
Read doubt you wrote it.

[Anonymous No.20972561]

>>20972544
It would be very odd to post work that isn't my own in an OC poetry thread and also celebrate it

[Anonymous No.20973409]

I will rate others and I expect one in return!

>>20972030
Hmmm... Are you sure you wanna rhyme aa bb cc? Especially considering the amount of ight in there? Try Shakespearian? abab bcbc dede gg? Or even stricter abab bcbc cdcd ee.

>>20972503
Ah yes. The white man is the modern god. Nothing is here without a white man putting it here. He carries the world.

THE ARTS AND HONOR

I cast the young man into the sheets
After tearing of every cloth that he wore
Standing tall wearing all
Firm and steadfast like Socrates of Greece
I tell him get on all four
Young and shy his cheeks blushes pink
Pink like the cherry blossom
Tan and blond like the elf boy Link
I sit in a chair
In shadows watch from
Now hands behind head up on your knees
I order as I sip on a glass of wine
Naked and clumsy he works to appease
Nude and exposed he poses
Mine, I think, this is needed for art
Every intellectual knows this
Its only he who receives who is gay
So I calmly say
Here it is only you who is queer
And so lay verily convinced
clothed while groping
This soft naked prince
Only teasing as I jerk him
I won't let him cum
I collect all his moans
Night has only begun
But a poet must dare to go farther
His butt cheeks were soft
Staying calm was getting harder
And so for art and society I ravaged
Like a savage
Persisting for the might of authors
In pursuit of the noble mead of poets
That is the knowledge the experience offers
Thrusting true with might and focus
And so it was very straight and masculine
Because he submitted moaning as a woman
Exclaiming loudly about my phallic size
As I shoved his prostate deep in his abdomen
He made high pitched cries
Hands free cummin'
Oh my god! He exclaimed
Then I filled up his butt!
Very straight and unashamed
After resting in each others arms for hours
Kissing and handholding
I was heavenly ordained
For all the authoring and art
That my soul now contained
He got dressed and went away
I watched from my window
Whispering
No homo, here it is he who is gay
Who kept reading the poem or kept listening

[Anonymous No.20973609]

Should I write a long poem or short?
Short, for my reader is undoubtedly retarded
But how should I prove my genius
In such a short amount of time

[Anonymous No.20973633]

>>20971921
Knights in armor
Shiny Armor
Standing before the King

Swords abreast
To take on new quests
Hear the Angels sing

Knights in armor
Shiny armor
Forward into battle they go!

The clashing of metal
Until its settled
Bloody blow by blow

[Anonymous No.20974061]

Cycling downhill at speeds that make me freeze.
Counter clockwise, my companions are trees,
flowers and toads.
They juxtapose roads
bathed in neglected canine's feces

[Anonymous No.20974598]

How unfair, to dream
Of little things
When great palaces
Weight on our minds

How dismal, to sing
Such trivial tunes
When sorrow and angst
Claw at our hearts

How low of us, to care
For summer flings
When Love awaits
Just beyond our reach

What sickening jest
This unending distraction
From Virtue and Piety
Is this life.

This said the great poet
From his dusty room
As the world kept on spinning
Full of Love, Virtue and Life.

[Anonymous No.20974599]

>>20972505
Do tell who bought these from you, so I may make an easy $1000

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20975609]

I’ll r8 in a few.

Written in opposition to Christopher Marlowe’s “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” and in opposition to “The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd” by Walter Raleigh.

the thought of Jesus is delight,
considering him fills with light,
can death or cyclic times in life
drive man away from where he hides?

no the face of God is placed in base man, base woman, staying with us, gracing us, king of kings, with us who are filthy, full of filth, producing endless filth both of the body and from the brain, base man is never without God, the great, the glorious, whose name a hundred hundred billion angels cannot extol the beauty of enough, nor the perfection, nor the virtue, nor the purity.

this god dwells with us, goes to hell with us, gives himself for us, made to feel what is felt by us, the world of many colored pus, unexceptional as it is named, green pus, bluish pus, red pus, yet even in these he blesses us. showing himself virtuous.


why bring the coral clasp,
I sing the lord’s sole hand,
that made the ivy bud,
and rayed the mighty sun,


naught’ knot the drawn draw to set nest,
on God the Dawn’s song is said bled,
wanton the long gone are left dead,
psalms balm the long walk to yet rest,
shock calmed and all thought’s of death-breaths
bereft of threat the blessed express the chest
is blazing praying tracing the face-in-breast.

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20975670]

>>20974598
If this was an attempt at two stresses per line I have various disagreements on scansion, there’s also not really much to say in terms of images used, very basic, same to the wording, the end conception isn’t particularly striking either in its phrasing. Maybe try a longer line or begin by contemplating some more exotic images to use.

[Frater Asemlen !XS8vrClKs2 No.20975674]

>>20972544
Are you particularly impressed by it? If so why?

[Anonymous No.20977097]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mufdahgY2xY
Thoughts?

[The Seeker No.20977381]

Written tonight
Nothing here is worth critiquing

Seedling Red petals burst & blossom
Pierced Flesh-rot reeks, meanwhile
Scents carry like the wandering flotsam
Sucked by gaping nose-mouths; they snorting peak
Even governor Pain disclaims the host
As dry yearning earth suckles the remains
Lechery grips that tender-pure loss
And revels in the beauty it has slain

Contact my instagram @ 29274918649.t
To enter the temple

[The Seeker No.20977449]

>>20977097
An excellent & exhilarating lyric. Heed only this; to communicate tone one must not only modulate content but form. Suspend your readers to achieve solemnity, that much you comprehend- but, your ending must hinge on generality rather than particularity, for proper conclusion follows from the principle of summation & completion rather than incidental, particular addition. Such alchemy transforms the sensible, imminently obvious to revelatory profundity. The inverse principle (which clarifies in medias res) & critique applies to your beginning likewise.

[Anonymous No.20977457]

https://youtu.be/MfnWQiScDIk

[Anonymous No.20977481]

one cigarette in the morning
in the midnight
soccer match
I faint again in front my lovers
in my head they saw it
and learned from
me I didn’t speak I wheazed
and to my god I breathed
to plead for life I didn’t like
the way it went

so I repent and hold
union during sleep in
old disturbing dreams
remaining warm I got undone
and couldn’t come
the next day
my asthmatic lungs
kept me brave
so as I coughed a symphony
I wept for another chance to see
a better day
a better soccer game
scoring penalties eternally

[Anonymous No.20977489]

>>20972505

I think we're stylistically contemporaries. I really like this.

[Anonymous No.20977490]

I scream into the ether, I scream into the heavens
My entire life screaming for help
At last
I get a scream back
It's also asking for help
I scream even harder and more voices call out
Eventually the mountains themselves scream a heavy dirge
All asking for help
I start to sing to soothe myself
I sing
Someone joins me in song
The mountain sings

[Anonymous No.20977513]

>>20977490
Whoops didn't see the prompt I'm retarded lol

[Anonymous No.20977527]

>>20972030
only poem even half decent or worth the time of reading

>>20973633
it's nice
>Forward into battle they go!
this line feels a little long, changing [into] -> [to] or anything else so it's a little shorter & the whole piece actually reads pretty well

[Anonymous No.20977637]

>>20972030
This is pretty good, good job.

[Anonymous No.20977784]

>>20977490
Trying to make it up

Wet ground where once I played as a child
Soaking clothes under this armor
I see the motions of a fellow warrior
His body language tells his story
His mace crunches the side of a man's head
I realize
He's thrilled
War is a playground for adults

[Anonymous No.20977849]

https://youtu.be/YAEe1uWncSU

[Anonymous No.20978454]

Bump

[Anonymous No.20978575]

Devious shorts cargo
Bum seize
A sign to buy long pants
The kind that engulf knees

[Anonymous No.20978658]

Steel meets eye
Rivers of blood flow
Time to die
For me or my foe

Faith replaced fear
My fate will come
Death is here
Eats his son

[Anonymous No.20979108]

Tankas

the road is warping
eating the wheels and itself
just get home alive
and think about if its all
more than a performance piece

fukubukuro
Corner of the parking lot
Plundered gift from god
To seek and destroy all the
Holy ornaments of life

Two calendars filled
Another tail you’ve eaten
The dogs are barking
And the skin is repulsive
Funny it’s pink despite that