Poetry Thread

[Anonymous No.2733502]

Hello /lit/ candles,
Instead of generating countless individual threads about our own poetry, let us all share our writings here, and provide for each one's requirement, whether it be critique, editing, or such other matters.
Proceed.

[Anonymous No.2733511]

O, I, the unworthy,
may I be lonely,
my heart is empty,
what can I give thee?

O, I, the demon,
fear is guiding my reason,
fulfill my own treason,
Here deep in my prison.

O, I, the angel,
falling into hell,
for me tolls the bell,
but my soul I won't sell

O, I, the child,
I was born to be wild,
my dream full of pride,
in my truth has died.

O, I, the believer,
I don't fear going under,
in my soul burns a fire,
that washes my desire

O, I, the compassioned,
I am now enlightened,
my voice lost the tone,
leaving me all alone.

[Anonymous No.2733517]

O, I, the heartless,
have I cared for this madness,
my protector offered me less,
to embrace the darkness.

O, I, the resentful,
never my heart felt so full,
and I dare to repent,
to the one penitent.

O, I, the weak,
I had climbed the highest peek,
now my fall feels so leak,
that I forgot the sick.

O, I, the trembling,
I can sense my heart tingle,
O that love is warming,
while I feel undeserving

O, I, the medium,
lost in the continuum,
in the twist of my redrum,
beaten by the drum.

O, I, the illusion,
I feed dreams to the vision,
I see angels in legion,
battling for Sion.

O, I, the martyr,
I let my soul stir,
until heavens are near,
and dear.

O, I, the guardian,
I seek peace in the median,
lost above the meridian,
like the ant is a terrian.

O, I, the tearless,
I would drown into sadness,
rather than forget my sickness,
for my strenght is my weakness.

O, I, the missing,
I wonder what is being,
I had ride the lightning,
now cursing my sing.

O, I, the desire,
consuming my power,
let me burn into a fire,
I am free to inspire.

O, I, the charmless,
I had fought for this bless,
how i want this tenderness,
it sees upon blindness;

[Anonymous No.2733523]

>>2733511
if you look closely you can see the horse's penis lol

[Anonymous No.2733527]

>>2733523
Go to a zoo
You will literally die from laughter

[Anonymous No.2733536]

>>2733527
the funny thing is that the guy spent so much time and effort painting it, lmao. he spent a considerable amount of time on a fucking horse dick. lol

[Anonymous No.2733539]

horizon

O Mediterrannean plane,
median water meditated,
wrinkles longitudes moored,
waves on the elongated pond.

Tidal, lunar cage, why are you running away,
at night, under the eye of the centenary turtle,
and longs the shell lagoonal
of the foam, dull blade, perfuming the air.

Semaphore, my faith, enlighten man still,
like a drop of gold in my soul obscured,
crimping the obsidian hardened vault.

The horizon keeps me.

[Anonymous No.2733544]

Immobile values,
crimes without mobile
deficient materials,
balance servile
tacit agreements,
window acids.


Touch fratricidal
luminous tears,
burst crystalline
precipitated into the abyss,
the soul is sinking.

Dead molecules,
cells strong,
Spell mute
smile obsolete,
chiaroscuro trembling,
crushed petals;

song of the drowned, back to the sun.
as the pendulum oscillates,
hooked to the point,
I turn the page,
I hear the singing time image.

In his sigh is sadness,
to conquer his drunkenness,
seems difficult the climb,
for whom is surprised at his passion.

But I'm not scared

[Anonymous No.2733568]

wreck private
property depraved
impulse expressed,
served exile,
purity neglected,
swallowed poison,
doors sealed,
broken hearts,
Travel and danger,
disturbed equilibrium,
puncture of the past,
bitterness and regret,
mind emptied,
forgotten miracle,
eyes lit up,
destruction lively
murmurs killed,
hope gangrenous
seed planted,
immanent waste,
clarity locked,

the shadow of a grid,
dark streaks of make up,
flesh a prisoner,
rattling of gear,
and workings of the landscape,
encourage me in a sigh,
to stem this slavery,
grain of sand I flee,
in a sliding infinite,
to the storm of spring
that will end my torment,

[Anonymous No.2733575]

I despise the full cell phone battery
A taunt from the time of yellow flattery
Now elicits unconditional guilt
With each struggle against the web that I built
More confusion besets me in the back-lit night
As I toss and I turn to that spider's delight
No love to aid, just strength of my will
No razorblade, nor heat, nor pill
To ease the wait for the return of my sanity
Only the hope of the new sunrise
Eases the jones for young love's vanity

[Anonymous No.2733580]

Archer extends the time
on the thread a needle,
and sews the moment of a spin
that pierces the secret of the wind,
Balance soothing,
drowsiness itinerant
sigh inherent

insolent character,
transcendent ideal,
Hope striking,
mass infamous reporting,

gagged voice in favor,
Respite
insurgency erecting
ideas about life,
election diverted from its meaning,
Highway rugged of common sense

the rising of a thunder of vows,
individual imagination,
split into duels permanent
reverse
locomotive derailed!
single path defaulting
failure of the remaining
consumption of the loser,
consumed by the brilliant,

looks suspicious,
primitive grunts,
confidence lost in the wind,
dead end mortal combat,
eternity of a shooting
shifts the patient ordained;

Chemistry gray of the cement,
Medusa Muse of sculptors
Pygmalion in you do not fear,
for love is the strongest reflectors,
winged sirens who call the dreamer,
stiffness carnal, spiritual flight,
perceptions stolen.

[Anonymous No.2733592]

A little organizing from OP :

>>2733517
>>2733511
O I

>>2733568
Horizon

>>2733544
Metropolis

>>2733539
>>2733580
Capital

[Anonymous No.2733599]

>>2733575
>spider's delight

Niice. I like it.

[Anonymous No.2733608]

>>2733575
Hello good fellow,
OP here. I appreciate very much this piece of work, I am more of an abstract idealist, so certain realistic elements such as the phone battery, the pill, the razoblade, unsettle me.
But the message of despair, and longing for relief is passed, and felt by the reader. Themes such as guilt, flattery, vanity should be extrapolated into particuliar poems, and not mashed upon in a single poem, because it kindly confuses the reader to shift such strongly felt feelings to one another, rather than to emphasize very well on one.
Keep up with the good work!

[Anonymous No.2733618]

Dream in the moonlight

The gallop of a horse free white
veils of sand rising,
the instinct of an instant in the wind,
on the shore of a child's heart.

A mother's touch of the sea,
the cradle of its bitter tears,
salt spray heals the wounds,
born of love a summer.

And waltzing under the silver rays,
two birds spread their wings,
looming over the horizon diaphanous
median plane of the ocean.

over a range of shells,
the tidal shoreline at birth,
submerged vessels, mirages of dunes,
painted under the eye of a moonless night.

[Anonymous No.2733621]

every poem
seems short by a letter
but this one is finished
and now I feel better

[Anonymous No.2733629]

Cherry tree in bloom,
whiteness of cloud,
knotted branches,
oath of spring
of the present pencil,
passion of the believer,
offering and sacrifice,
evanescent beauty,
magic without artifice.

Wild heart in
quest for redemption,
shedding of tears,
murderer of the child,
the swan dive without wings,

Dust, earth mother,
I am space, ground of time,
axis alienating
Statue of glass, flask of ether,
cage of land, verse the thrill,
clay worm, in the Iron Mask,
taking claws, fell in love with the sea,
sigh limestone, spleen catheter,

Wonder ephemeral flash crimson,
Moon mystery, lost dunes,
ingenue expectation, raw clock.

[Anonymous No.2733634]

Mercy of the drink of eternal oblivion
Dementia, courage of the holy sake,
Liquor fertile suicide
of the soul bathed in acid.

Alcohols destructive illicit arrangements,
The resistance of vivid resentments,
Smoke Consumed aspirations rigid
under the soft coals of laziness liquid.

[Anonymous No.2733640]

The movie theater after the viewers leave
Is a sad, old place to be, indeed
A lonely place, indeed, you see -
There's nothing more for you to see
As a viewer, nothing more to be, indeed

[Anonymous No.2733644]

On his shoulders rests his pity,
little piety for himself,
winded its way along the trail
creation from nothing, absolute friendship.
On the puddle, playful waves,
her face wet with tears past,
seems to embrace the flames of souls,
a musical scale that shakes the sacred,
and transports in the Boreas plowed,
In poverty, I conquered the demon,
that of its sting pricked my passion,
challenge me by the strength of my conjuration
given by amorous angels.
I do not descended of the cloud,
where lay my soul courage,
Hephaestus gave my wings veiling
of Argos, my distant corner,
without sinking lead me to the mirage,
focus me to avoid the sirens,
as wax rendered their complaint vain,
Courage, here come the angels into the sky,
hope of the eternal soul tortured,
appreciate the suffering without pity,
for it allows me to fly,
upwind from animated stars.
Here all I give to my reality,
I undoubtedly would see the truth,
submitted what gave me that look,
What fanned love in my art,
what demon boasts of a power
on which my soul liberated seems to want,
captive to the cries of the night.
Why try to save souls,
lost, I show the path,
his eyes filled with wonder transports me,
What gives me the will power?

[Anonymous No.2733667]

>>2733640
This reminds me of the poem The Abandoned Theatre, by palestinian poet Mahmud Darwhich, which happened to be a friend of my father, who is also a poet.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/236756

[Anonymous No.2733734]

>>2733592
Hay I have this on my wall

[Anonymous No.2735004]

"Sweet Lovely"
It's all so abnormal
the way we go through life
in our air conditioned vehicles
with our cellophane sex
barely talking to each other
like we were a million miles
yet our skin touches
and our stink commingles.

I tried to love once or twice
it fell on my lap
much the way it usually does
and every time it managed to
be squandered by the corrosion
of time and space
triangles often do that.

Antiseptic dreams
clean and coordinated
like the dance of a dying race
we beat the drums of war
love and sadness
to the rhythmic procession
of hearts left behind to spoil.

Can you imagine
for just one second
what life would be like
if we all just said fuck it
and started to talk
and walk
and listen to one another
towards one another
and made the strides
to make a difference in our own
and each others lives?

I can't
I've been locked in too long
kept inside my wrapper
I know not freedom
I feel little but the air
as it rustles against my plastic prison
the medicine numbs everything else
and my mind plagues me with one though
over and over and over and over again

When will I feel that soft caress?