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[Arthur Rimbaud No.2540617]

So /lit/ I just finished my latest poem. Tell me what you think! Also, poetry thread.

If you couldn't tell from the name, I've been very into Rimbaud lately as well as Yeats and Ginsberg, who I think is phenomenal.

she wrinkles her nose like a rabbit in heat;
the metallic overtones
of her hands' monotony
unbuckled and slid down
into twitching profane sacred oaths
of his and her affectations
or whispered promises
of red hulking sweat machine

your secret conspirator whispers
in my ear the distance home
and the time
and other banalities that
I don't plan to observe

the strong rippled undercurrent
water leaves light impressions
on wooden branch underbellies
and I stare at them and try to forget
but the only thought that comes to mind
is the light impressions you left on my tongue

the heat of her skins' reminiscence
leaves traces like California brush fires
and the smoke and soot and ash
clings to my lips and my mind radiating desperately
like angelic watercolors done in some basement in Rome
serve only as reminders to the tragically young and immobile

the covers pulled over her head
testify to the red hot obsession
of clitoris entanglement in
warm fresh Maine forest bedsheets
and exotic romance restrained
to white American suburbia

[Arthur Rimbaud No.2540624]

bumpity bump.

[Arthur Rimbaud No.2540679]

No interest in this poetry thread tonight gentlemen?

[Anonymous No.2540713]

I liked it. Really descriptive, I liked "light impressions" on the tongue. I also liked the last line.

It was enjoyable, thanks for the read. Are you still here?

[Anonymous No.2540727]

You can’t say that I didn’t try,
Every time I go home, you’re there, and I say, "Hi."
You’re so quiet in your corner, contemplating
Your next move like a game, and I come swooping in
As you set it aside and address me
As your son. But what is a son if not a man
Eventually that talks, maybe, or walks,
And speaks, or maybe writes, about how he feels
To your face? And what is a father but an empty response?
“Hi.” O! how dry. A call and reply. How dry!
You have nothing to slake your words? Not a drop!
If your voice were this drop, and my skull a cave, at least!
The volume of 'spelunk!' would fill my head,
With more than is already there.
Where is there water? I have only ice
Hanging in this vacant dry air.
If your voice could be that drop echoing in that cave,
That ice would be all that you have not said.
That ice that you hang above my head
Every time you don’t speak, with words that do grow
With the weight of every silent thought
Resting more heavily, and heavily on my ears,
Every time you say, "hi" back,
And we keep frozen this cave’s heavy tears.

[Anonymous No.2540731]

The hum drum of the plum was dumb.

[Anonymous No.2540733]

>>2540727
This is probably the first poem that didn't rhyme that I like in like a year.

I wrote this one tonight

On Unrequited Love

To hold a love within you for so long
As hunted songbird hides its song
And stymies voice, for want of pride
And want of choice, and both denied
And greater shame but yet to come
Sonorous there comes the hum

Of whistling through the sunny glade
The hummingbird shifts through the shade
The marvel and the face of truth
Does not the burning passions sooth
But alighting on the perch and mind
The conscience cannot hope to find
Recourse of wont, or though it brief
a single second of relief

What mad god yet pulls the strings
and shifts the wants of living things
And drives them deep to such despair
bereft of joy but not of care

What manic and omnipotent-
god drives me to grandiloquent-
odd ramblings on matters-
that matter not when we are at
that stretch of road
which goes yet on
and though the ode
when it is gone
may be forgot
and not go on
We yet besot
by pretty eyes and features fair-
hold comfort not within us there
for tears that have been sorely shed
have surely shown: the ember’s dead.

[Anonymous No.2540734]

>>2540727
This one is really, really good.

[Anonymous No.2540742]

>>2540617
>>2540617
>wrinkle the nose like a rabbit in heat
>metallic undertones

You've never had sex, have you?

[Anonymous No.2540751]

>>2540733
I liked it, thanks. "bereft of joy but not of care."

>>2540734
Thanks, here is another.


I'm going to write a bit
To invoke the muse
Of reading,
And ask for forgiveness
From the dharma gods.

We got a 33 19:
Dude totally tormenting ants
And checking out chicks
As they march away
From the broken plants
Dead and alone now
On the bed of the planter
As I look up
And say, 'There's what I'm after.
An alcove under the sun,
A little higher,
A little closer to the sky,
To guess reasons why I'm bored
Or don't want to write.'
I got plenty, but let's not fret!
Rather, let's try to capture
Together
That same feeling we just had
Before I got spooked away
And gave her a little space
When I really wanted to stay
Just far enough away
For her to say, 'Bless you.'
As I sneeze,
And for me to watch her eat
Her burnt toast
Sandwich
Waiting for the day.
Waiting for the day.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waxing for the day.
Waning for the day.
Waxing.
Waning.
Waning for the day.

[Anonymous No.2540758]

>>2540742
>>2540731
These

[peaches No.2540781]

Here's one I wrote to my gf a week ago.

The sunlight streams
my heart screams
snap a shutter
capture scenes

The moonlight beams
soul's bursting at the seams
close my eyes
and you're in my dreams

[Anonymous No.2540804]

Here you go /lit/ I wrote this a month or two ago

Silver spoon progressions, carbon copy hands
Faded moonlight projected across moon lit sands
Emptiness has faded like the sinking tides
Uglyness is stated behind you blood soaked eyes
Masticating vultures picking bone from flesh
Procrastinating cultures bleed from unpaid debts
Carvan or pacderm pack it up and let it burn
Machine guns singing soft gooodnights
Seven silver serpents alcoholic haze
Living for night and dead by day

[Anonymous No.2540899]

Through the incandescence of your dimly lit room
i see now where i stand in your mind
behind many doors you leave me in gloom
when there are others, you leave me behind
so tell me darling,
what must i do?
to catch your attention, I'd do it for you

the pain, the fear, the sorrow
the light that surrounds you
please be here tomorrow
for a day without you
is a nightmare for me

you want me not, yet i am still here
my goodness you're gorgeous, so vibrant and gay
those almond shaped eyes that i hold so dear
always a friend, to my dismay
so tell me darling,
what have i done?
to receive that cold shoulder.

Get out of my head
you're not welcome please leave
without your attention I'd sooner be dead
in exile with you, like adam and eve
so tell me darling
if not me than who?
lucky person he be, may he treat you well.

my spine is cold, my breath is gone
remember that day when you cried in my arm?
thank you for everything, i love you, so long
i told you once, I'd do you no harm
so me this favor darling
be happy, live long and smile.

[Anonymous No.2540903]

There once was a man from Nantucket
Whose dick was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin
"If my ear was a pussy I'd fuck it!"

Thank you.

[Anonymous No.2540930]

The charge of men the dark of old
winters grasp and that shot went bold
so have I a man nothing more
lost a brother my core

[Anonymous No.2540943]

>>2540903

Best in the thread.

[Anonymous No.2540957]

>>2540903

>My face when I realize that this vulgar limerick by an anonymous author is, thematically speaking timeless, and will be not only remembered but known by heart by millions of people for centuries after the works of 99.99% of great and famous poets hailed in their time are forgotten and lost to history

>Probably the face of the guy who originally made it up, too, if he were around to know it know

Goddamn what would it feel like to be that guy?

CAPTCHA: andssori Leibniz

I think it knows him

[Anonymous No.2540963]

>>2540957
>post humanity
>poem not relevant at all anymore

[Anonymous No.2540972]

White people like:
Frisbee
Friends
Prius cars
French Directors
Art degrees
books
Euro beers
Hip Hop
backpacking
trust funds

White people dislike:
White people
American film Directors
Metal
Football
mainstream rap
more white people
people knowing they have trust funds

[Anonymous No.2540973]

at a first glace I thought the picture said "nautical poetry month"

can we have that instead?

[Anonymous No.2540978]

>>2540963

Wait a minute. Are you fucking implying that the very first thing people WON'T do when we gain total control over manipulating our physical form, is give themselves dicks so long they can suck them?

Suddenly every man woman and child you read that correctly on Earth relates to that shit.

[Anonymous No.2541629]

u all suck