/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.2292764]

ITT: we make our own poems


Roses are red
Pringles are brown
Although they are stackable,
They always make me frown

[Anonymous No.2292776]

>>2292764
Asunder and otherwise, surprise over skies
Blue and red and pink and why o why
Is the sky the blue it is, why o why is my child
Black and blue, born a churlish hue, a death from life, a life from mine own
Own flesh, planted and grown, and doted upon for all these months, May thru June thru
January, the snow and ice and the
Hospital sheen, the machines pumping quietly in rooms and
Waiting with men I don't know and
Each one looks less worried than me
I don't think I'm cut out for what I'm about to be a part of, and as a twist of developmental biology,
I don't have to, today.

[Anonymous No.2292777]

Was it just me, or was /b/ and /lit/ down for like 4 days?

[Anonymous No.2292778]

Under water nigger
Coming right up in my turf
Fucking got my finger on the trigger
On this blood wave I surf

[Anonymous No.2292783]

Wherever I look
Whatever I do
The voice in my head
Doth continue

To chastise and berate
My peculiar state
Anger and confusion
Doth penetrate

To the back of my mind
Where all I can find
Are the ruins of an unforgiving past
An everlasting burning in the pit of my creation

Conditioned to obey
To sit
To stay
To abolish the habit of thinking
To mock emotion
And to snub Creation.

To bask momentarily in the warm globe of deathless existence
To peer, eyes wide, over the precipice to the dark depthless hole of nonbeing
To become a shell
containing an infinite echo

A brief , coincidental alignment of clarity and beauty--
And then the fog returns.

And then.
once again.
to submit.
to entropy.

[Anonymous No.2292915]

You appear and disappear
Where, I don’t even know
Or care to even ask
Caught in a net
Punching and kicking to escape
But even if I escaped
I’m still in cuffs without a key
Stuck on repeat, you’re gone again
Coming back for an instant just to taunt me
Can I keep you this time
I fall through you onto the ground
Where our grave is set in stone
Real as the blood and tears trickling
As soon as seen, they’re gone
Wiped off by your hand
Only to leave more cuts
With your razor blade palms
But before I even notice, you’re gone
With only a damp pillow to prove
That you ever existed at all

[Anonymous No.2292917]

everything in this thread is terrible, also
>admitting you go on /b/

[Anonymous No.2292951]

Fuck tha police
Comin straight,
from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color,
so police think
They have the authority,
to kill,
a minority.

[Anonymous No.2292955]

>>2292776
>>2292783
>>2292915

[Anonymous No.2292957]

Don't give a fuck as long as it rhymes
Who has the energy for poetry in these trying
circumstances
Where we have no certainty, no clear
opinions
noth

[Anonymous No.2292962]

I'm sitting on the couch naked
Eating a piece of onion
That
Reminds me vauely of
Cyanide
When
I hear a knock
At my door
I open it
And it's Mike
He asks me
"Why the fuck are you naked?"
I say
I don't know

[Anonymous No.2292969]

>>2292957 one more

Now it shall be my turn to welcome the warm torrents of shower water onto my naked pores.

I will turn the knob, turn it right, adjust the warmth,
just right.

[Anonymous No.2292970]

>>2292969
>rhyming right with right

nigga got flow

[Anonymous No.2292973]

oh shit
it's brad pitt
time to split
before
my girl has a fit

[Anonymous No.2293128]

I thought I'd try out surreal/dadaist poetry. Is it any good?

untie the gogogogo tailcoat
spew the capital letters with your rotating arm
and we will fall again like frogspawn
in black barrels of lime

if i am a bed of ice, you are sleeping in me
though there is no rest but the frolicking of lifebelts
and in the lifebelt not even words can rest
only the fragrance of words
in an icy moonlit bed

[Anonymous No.2293325]

On my way home from Tesco today
I saw a man shooting up in a doorway
The sun glistened against his syringe
Like water beads on a soaking minge

He looked at me, I looked away
His eyes were fierce, dark and grey
I am not the type to attempt to infringe
On one's human right to opiate binge

[Anonymous No.2293333]

In January
I ate a cranberry
In February
I visited an estuary
In March
I went on a march
In April
I couldn't think of anything that rhymes with April
In May
I called someone gay
In June
I saw a sand dune
In July
I ate some pie
In August
I saw a car covered in rust
In September
I something something remember
In November
I gave up on this poem

[Anonymous No.2293334]

Roses aren't red, they're a scarlet hue.
Violets aren't blue, they're violet, hence the name.

[Anonymous No.2293347]

Why did the chicken cross the road
my toddler asked today
why is the sky blue
I answered and he replied
because it is

the metaphysical qualities
of unearthly spectres
daunts us with the sheer complexity
of unanswered dilemmas

I light a cigarette
and puff

[Anonymous No.2293361]

Why is the sky blue is not an unanswered dilemma. It is blue because high energy particles entering the earth's atmosphere lose energy as they collide with air particles. That is, they start off as white-hot, then in losing energy, they refract light in the blue part of the light spectrum.

[Anonymous No.2293366]

>>2293361
Oh, okay. Here's a revised edit:

Why did the chicken cross the road
my toddler asked today
why is the sky blue
I answered and he replied
because high energy particles entering the earth's atmosphere lose energy as they collide with air particles. That is, they start off as white-hot, then in losing energy, they refract light in the blue part of the light spectrum.

I light a cigarette
and puff

[Anonymous No.2293367]

I really like some of these. Especially the drug one.

[Anonymous No.2293372]

>>2293333
>In May
>I called someone gay
dealing with a badass over here

[None !r.2aDxSqco No.2293419]

Free form poetry is just
prose
with too
many lines and no
punctuation

[Anonymous No.2293510]

governments futiori
itutha 1962-64
icosite republic
largely rkedygen
choices xessin

[Anonymous No.2293527]

I would like my love to die
and the rain to be falling on the graveyard
and on me walking the streets
mourning the first and last to love me

[Anonymous No.2293551]

chamber number four
when will you open for me
i believe in the door
i believe it will open for me

when i go outside that door
i will look back at it
not to live it one time more
but to remember i've lived

>chamber.4 Iselfic

[Anonymous No.2294291]

>>2292951
I laughed

[Anonymous No.2294308]

Nigger, nigger, nigger
You steal many a man's bike.
If my hate was bigger
Your head'd be on a pike.

[Anonymous No.2294351]

50 bars in a party bag, swag
And some weed from Afghanistan, swag
Im on footballs I hit the Superbowl
And I live in a liquor store
I'mma stop buying weed, I'mma make it grow
I'mma stop burning weed, I'mma make it smoke
I ain't no medical doctor but I am self prescribed
Ain't that nigga cooking up sushi but I got the eyes
Before I hit the plane Im already in the sky
Two weeks later, im still in the sky
G6 jet make, them pussys wet
Have you ever snorted Xanax some trippy shit

The homie Juicy J spit tin the real

[Anonymous No.2294800]

>>2294351
Cunts like you make me glad I gave up pot.

[Anonymous No.2294834]

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[Anonymous No.2294836]

At first I disliked
it, but now I appear to
be addicted, fuck

[Anonymous No.2294862]

Poland, oh
Poland
You are the land of
Po
Oh land,
of Po
Poland

[Anonymous No.2294861]

Floating on clouds of euphoria,
I take another look at her,
My girl,
And I die,
Maybe it wasn't worth it

[Anonymous No.2294878]

roses are red
violets are blue
there's nothing worse
than niggers and jews

[Anonymous No.2294890]

>>2294878
roses are red
violets are blue
fuck off to /b/
you racist twat

[Anonymous No.2294921]

Portland, oh
Portland
You are the land of
Port
Oh land,
of Port
Portland

[Anonymous No.2294934]

>>2294890
roodypoo

[Anonymous No.2294948]

Now my name is MCA, I've got a license to kill.
I think you know what time it is it's time to get ill.
Now what do we have here? An outlaw and his beer?
I run this land, you understand? I make myself clear?
We stepped into the wind he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over but it's ready to begin.

Now I got the gun; you got the brew.
You got two choices of what you can do.
It's not a tough decision as you can see,
I can blow you away or you can ride with me,
I said, "I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border.
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter.
I did it like this, I did it like that
I did it with a whiffleball bat."

[Anonymous No.2294981]

i like egg
they make me make farts
that put a nose on my peg
did you see what I did?
did you see what I deg?
I make words to go with egg!
swapped around the line
no rhythm, jittery, jarring
because i'm awful at poetry
and worse at rhymes

[Anonymous No.2295018]

There once was a girl I loved
Whose name was Anne-Marie
I imagined her white dressed and gloved -
I thought she'd marry me

But imaginations can run wild
And are often unrealistic
I asked her and she told me, "Child,
I could never love a spastic."

I cried myself to sleep that night
But I awoke most determined
I returned to her, and she exclaimed with fright
Oh shit don't kill me please
I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean it
I'll do whatever you want
Just please don't fucking NOOOO

I fucked her severed head that night
The flesh still warm on my cock
It was such a truly delightful site
As a memento I kept her sock

[Anonymous No.2297192]

There was a young man of 'slash lit'
Who was known as quite the misfit
When he fapped his small rod
He screamed "Harold Bloom's God!"
That dreadful young man of 'slash lit'

[Anonymous No.2297202]

Andy Kaufman throws a dinner party for Morrissey and the Queen

Mozzer hates meat and the Queen;
the Queen loves her swans and her tea,
so Kaufman made dinner,
asked "Who is the winner?"
and pulled out a roast swan tagine.

[Anonymous No.2297270]

Eärendil was a mo'fucker,
That tarried in A-MADE-UP-WORD;
He blinged a boat of sweet rims felled
In NO-SUCH-PLACE to coastcrawl in;
Her sails he wove of SOMETHING-REAL,
Of SOMETHING were her lanterns made,
These words be-fashioned Tolkean,
But light upon the language lay,
Yet bear his big gay rhymes afar,
The Flaming Elf of ARSE-PULL-NESS.