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Write a poem about snow without using the word "snow"

>> No.5776864

What the fuck
is this white shit?

>> No.5776868

white and soft
like my cock
except sometimes my cock is not soft
and sometimes it is not white (in my dreams)
the powdery substance on the ground
is pretty much always soft
and mostly always white until it gets dirty from cars and stuff
again, much unlike my weiner which sometimes is not those things

>> No.5776869

Like white fluffy cumdrops
It falls
Onto my tounge

>> No.5776872

>>5776869
>>5776869
thats uh kind of... gay

>> No.5776873

coldness envelops me
the frosty white up my anus
gets sucked up my rectum
beautiful crystals melt
and mix with my feces

>> No.5776885

O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind,
Whose eye has seen the old-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm tops ‘mong the freezing stars!
To thee the spring will be a harvest time.
O thou whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness, which thou feddest on
Night after night, when Phœbus was away!
To thee the spring shall be a triple morn.
O fret not after knowledge. I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge! I have none.
And yet the evening listens. He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he’s awake who thinks himself asleep.

>> No.5776912

>>5776868
Is this postmodernist poetry?

>> No.5776938

The yellow Euphrates flowed onto
glossy white ground where he stood,
the heat rising like a burned Sodom.
The embers cool,
the wind blows over.
Now a permanent stain in the ground
for the youth to come and eat

>> No.5776957

In a field of falling white
The match girl lays her hands
She falls upon that winter dust
Into that cold pale sand
She cries and weeps and sadly lies
And breathes her last and dies

>> No.5776977

Retarded water
retarded rain
frosting its retardation
over everythang.

>> No.5776983

>>5776938
>the heat rising like a burned Sodom
Sodom rose?

>> No.5777049

>>5776983
Like my penis

>> No.5777063

Cruelly soft, and deceptively inviting the white frozen water I walk upon has drowned me not in lack of oxygen but lack of heat, as life escapes my body and my limbs now turn to coal, I've only three words coursing through my soul, "Fuck you, Snow."

I slipped

>> No.5777067

>>5776861
Snot without cross
But twice the you

>> No.5777069

>>5776872
>POEM

wheredoyouthinkyouare.jpeg

>> No.5777073

>>5777067
I love it

>> No.5777098

>>5777067
Bravo

>> No.5777101

>>5777069

Givvit us a poesy than.

>> No.5777135
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5777135

I slipped
Broke my ice
It's no joke

>> No.5777171

>>5777101
Sure, I've got a pocket full of 'em.

>> No.5777294

Sweet communist
The communist daughter
Standing on the sea-weed water
Semen stains the mountain tops
Semen stains the mountain tops
With cocoa leaves along the border
Sweetness sings from every corner
Cars careening from the clouds
The bridges burst and twist around
And wanting something warm and moving
Bends towards herself the soothing
Proves that she must still exist
She moves herself about her fist
Sweet communist
The communist daughter
Standing on the sea-weed water
Semen stains the mountain tops
Semen stains the mountain tops

>> No.5777384

>>5776977
this is the best one

>> No.5777389

>>5777294
fuck off neutral milk hotel shit lyrics
back to /mu/ with you!

>> No.5777420

powdery and white
winters delight
you see it when its cold
even when you are old
Robert Frost wrote a book
fucking gooks?

>> No.5777423

When I moved south she left,
But she can't be blamed.

She, quick I'd inhale, but she,
Tickling the back of my neck, making my hands burn,
Greets me again.

She traveled all the time.
Maybe comparing what I have to someplace else,
Or just following the clouds.
My home felt warmer when she came.

But she had to leave when I moved,
And will reflect the world into the eyes of one more appreciative than I.

>> No.5777472

clusters of white fill the air
the fill the air, they fill my hair
my tender touch allows me to write in their place
forms come quickly from my rushed enthusiasm
glistening white embodiment
clean and reminiscent of a time less than this
bells chime in the distance
i feel too privileged to hear
the miracle around me
goes father than my fear

>> No.5777473

The winter breeze blows
And the white sand follows
Nipping at my skin as we starred each other down
Anger burning in my blood
With one swing of steel
The sand turned red

>> No.5777484

Eskimoes have like 56 words for god's cum.
They're closet cases; for them it's up the bum.

>> No.5777492

Like a line of white
Deludes the horizon bright
Help me home

>> No.5777576

>>5776861
White and cold
Water yet shaped
The snow is very ...

ah fuck

>> No.5777585

A train follows me in the dark
It passes
Spraying me with a familiar shroud
My jacket crinkles like wrapping paper
As I brush myself off
Halfway to the river

>> No.5777616

Winter crystals cloud sky diamonds
crackling mist whispers underfoot
whistling briskly through liquid nitrogen
only one who understood

Someone else can finish it.

>> No.5777624

It's doing that thing
That isn't rain
Where the ground gets all white
And shit

>> No.5777625

>>5777067
Woah

>> No.5777638

>>5776861
Unique flakes coagulate lining the gutter as slush

>> No.5777660

but then there s'no way to know what its about

>> No.5777664

>>5777585
also this one is pretty good

>> No.5777790

>>5777664

Thanks, it was just off the top of my head so it don't got no meter or rhyme. At least it has a rhythm to it.

>> No.5777797

>>5776885

I'm not sure if I should be the one telling you this, but the 19th century was over 100 years ago. I'm sorry, shitty ghost of Ezra Pound.

>> No.5777808

>>5776912

are you on /lit because you want to feel like the shitposting you enjoy is eloquent and meaningful?

>> No.5777821

>>5776885
>mong

>> No.5778628

>>5777067
This is cheating

>> No.5778667

I stood outside and it was so cold it snew.

>> No.5778675

It's frozen rain
Frozen rain
During winter
When it's cold
And it's white

>> No.5778683

S
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>> No.5778701

Mother Hulda, tall and sere
Shakes her sheets this time of year
fills the air with flowers of frost
for the righteous and the lost
hides the path from those who roam
the kettle-breathing cattle come,
and shepherds wandering afar
look up to her meager star
and shuffle through the muffled town
past shouldered driftings of her down.

>> No.5778750

>>5776861
Fair banks of dust
Armour me in frost.
Give it back!
Give it!
Oh, cruel cold crust
Tell me it is not gone?
Savour my skin.

>> No.5778790

>>5776861
Snow,
Wish I was like you
Untouched,kind of blue
Wish I was soft,but cold enough
So they can't break my heart
Each time I fall

>> No.5778804 [DELETED] 

On the ground there is soft ice
Fallen from the sky it's nice
Flaky whispers from the sky
Cars will skid and people die
All the ground is crunchy white
Making winter darkness bright
Christmas time will come and go
But we will smile amid the ... I've

>> No.5778809

On the ground there is soft ice
Fallen from the sky it's nice
Flaky whispers from the sky
Cars will skid and people die
All the ground is crunchy white
Making winter darkness bright
Christmas time will come and go
But we will smile amid the ... ice

>> No.5778995

The snowy snow
Snowed on Snowden

>> No.5779017

So white and pure it falls down
Soaking your pretty face
Landing on your tongue
You swallow it and love the tase

>> No.5779133

the silence of the white,
descending, as if to bury the earth,
as if to erasure us from the pale scenery,
whispering: you will be winter, the laden firs,
you will sleep inside our cold centuries.

>> No.5779180

It may be your shelter
It may be your grave
Soon it comes
Soon it leaves
And the cycle still remains

>> No.5779197

It's the epitome of cold

>> No.5779330

>>5776861
mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the lord

get it, get it?

>> No.5779365

>>5779017
rofl

>> No.5779372

"semen stains the mountaintops"

>> No.5779373

>90% sex jokes

Actually prepping to write those great novels, I see.

>> No.5779377

The frost bit at me like a voracious beast
aye but I must forward
to the peak of the icy mount
Where Lolita's tight booty hole
awaits me

>> No.5779408

you can build men out of it
but they must die one day
you can form balls with it
which melt away
you can lick it
and it's gone
everything must die
including you

>> No.5779413

>>5776861

Recè-apêsator pe têmplele mele
Ochiì radiaz-a cald
Sêbiì de ghèattâ s-aruncâ-n vale
D-in strûthundurì recì, nazale

>> No.5779438

Cold solid water, not ice

>> No.5779467

though made of water and of air
you cannot drink or breathe it
alas, the elements are there
but they don't proper fit

just like your feel for form and such
your feeling for aesthetics
the parts are there, the whole still sucks
it's pitiful, pathetic

>> No.5779517

Cold, fine, white powder.
When it falls, cook some chowder.

>> No.5779530

>>5776861
joke's on you, 99% of my poems don't have the particular word used for the actual subjects in them, what the fuck

why would anyone even do that

>> No.5779574

urination slate
that patiently waits
for a scholar

>> No.5779593

When it's too cold for it to rain
sometimes instead we get cocaine
the shiny crystals fall and fall
and heap upon the garden wall.
The roofs sometimes will creak and strain
beneath their burden of cocaine
we catch the flakes upon our tongues
and play until our hands are numb
we built tall forts of shiny white
and troops to man them through night
But comes the sun, and then the rain
now where has gone the white cocaine?
perhaps north on some frozen plain
till wind and cold bring it again.

>> No.5779615

my love,
you're white and cold
like a spy from Arkhangelsk
your shining beauty stops the traffic
and makes the children happy

>> No.5779877

White flakes, falling from the sky,
Covering your pale face, covering your sight.
Darling, let me bite your pink lips,
Let me caress your curves, let me hold these hips.
I do not have much time left, darling,
My wallet is empty. Let me satisfy my lust,
Laid on the white ground.

>> No.5779959

In the shadow of the mountain,
I'm reminded of my worth.
The weight and the might,
of the unconquered earth.

See the peak of the mountain,
the violence of its birth.
A shroud laid in white,
the crown of the earth.

>> No.5780491

>>5776861
My main language isn't english and i never touched snow, but let me try:

white scenery
just like my heart
as cold as winter
i can't stop to stare

>> No.5780514

>>5779959
Nice

>> No.5780600
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5780600

>just gonna copypaste the end of a shitty poem I've already written
>not really even specifically about snow
>call the cops; I don't give a fuck
Those branches, fade to white; Winter enshrouds this world all overnight. Early morning wind carries the scent of the cold, an olfactory herald as the season unfolds. Unknown by the new and forgotten by old, the chill brings a peace that goes always untold. Frost bites playfully but condemns real violence. Burning souls find solace in the season’s calming silence.

>> No.5780613

On the horseback through the night
So lonely, cold but peaceful despite
The reigns of terror, the sounds of planes
How long to wait before we get fresh rain?
Oh mountain, you give me shelter
With your shining white coat
Which transforms in a delta
My path gets all afloat
But it doesn't matter, i will walk ahead
Crunching through the whiteness
While i think of emotions unsaid
Your serenity cheers me up during every crisis

>> No.5780652

Still white water, as cold as can be

Now not flowing, a soft frozen sea

Over colour you lay, but surely you go

Why the fuck did eat, that yellow bit though

>> No.5780657

>>5778750
I see what you did there

>> No.5780660

>>5776861
trying not to use
the word white in this sentence
it is hard as shit

>> No.5782781
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5782781

>>5776861
The cold once known to men,
falling down upon the world then,
was no wealth or riches.
Which no pen was to discripe,
no tungs, no mouth was to speak,
would be crystals of ice,
hidden in the deep.

>> No.5782799

Essence of the poles
Animals who grow
Over its icy terror
Warmth unknown

>> No.5782809

>>5782799
>>5780660
wanted to mention you
no use of white in the sentence

>> No.5782823

flip an o z
shit gettin icy

>> No.5782834
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5782834

>>5779574

>> No.5782838

There's a still silence
Cut only by slow crunching
A break from the cloak
Of a new world
Clean and pure

>> No.5782935
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5782935

>>5776861

My native language is not English, but Portuguese, so please, don’t be too harsh with my attempt to write poetry in another accent.


When skies are sick with flu and cold fever
And the veins of the clouds vitrify;
When the spongy blood-cells of the mist crystallize in pearls
And the sick sun wraps itself in foggy blankets,
Then the atmosphere dissolves in diamonds
And the firmament fragments in flour of frost.
So begins the trembling sowing of the winter skies
That covers the wheat and rye fields;
The vineyards where bunches of ruby tadpoles
And tint embryos get fat with sugar;
The dark sea that spark and hisses with salt
And belch foam in the eternal heartburn of the waves;
The herds that are grouped together to share warmth;
The concrete skeletons of the cities
And the black urban asphalt of the roads;
The houses of brick and the buildings of steel;
Cars, streetlights, parks, churches;
The cemeteries where bones and memory sleep:
So begins the silent sprinkling of the winter skies,
The spectral rain of whiteness that covers the whole universe of the surface -
The epidermis of the world who gazes towards the sky
In vain inquiry and confused admiration -
With the ghost that infinity bled as covers,
The glacial shroud that entombs life in a desert of tasteless sugar.

>> No.5782953

>>5776861
>getting a thread idea from /r/poetry
SUBHUMAN TRASH

>> No.5782976

>>5782935
not joking you have talent
9/10 seriously good
i'm impressed

>> No.5782984

semen stains the mountain tops
with cocoa leaves along the border
sweetness sings from every corner
cars careening from the clouds
the bridges burst and twist around
and wanting something warm and moving
bends toward herself, the soothing
proves that she must still exist
she moves herself about her fist
semen stains the mountain tops

>> No.5782987

>>5782976

This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me here on 4chan. Thank you.

>> No.5782992

It was 1982 when i saw the first white droppings.

They excited me as they had no stopping.

On and on they went and came, i had to feel this most cold wind and rain.

As i touched it, it appeared soft as the softest fabric yet when i grasped it, my hands were frosted with ice hard like the bone of my vice.

As i laid upon the celestial dropping my mind froze, i was stuck as if the demiurge in the light of life prompting me to leave.

"Anon stop rolling on the ground" said my dear sweet mother, but my will was stern so i turned and said.

"Shut up and go Suck chad's dick normalfag go make me a hotpocket"

Truly life is suffering, unlike the icy droppings of heaven.

>> No.5782999

>>5782987
you're welcome anon
don't let the bastards grind you down
keep writing

>> No.5783000

You will exist
As a beauty
Abound, until
You touch
My skin
And become
Nothing.

>> No.5783012

>>5782984
i really like this
would sound good as song lyrics imo
bretty gud

>> No.5783023

>>5783012
>he hasn't heard Neutral Milk Hotel
Those are Jeff Mangum lyrics anon

>> No.5783031

>>5783023
never 'eard of em maaaaaattttttteeee
i'll look them up, best album?

>> No.5783036

>>5783031
In The Aeroplane Over the Sea is the standard answer.
You must have never been to /mu/ before eh

>> No.5783042

>>5783012
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDSzfpomRFA

>> No.5783048

>>5783036
nope only been to /lit/
>>5783042
thanks anon

>> No.5783358

>>5783048

Gtfo newfag.

>> No.5783474

>>5782935

nice pic

>> No.5783479

>>5779593
>the shiny crystals fall and fall
>and heap upon the garden wall
I like this part a lot, very nice flow to it!

>> No.5783939

Formless white sheets
cover the ground
in the quiet woods
floating down and
within me
I, who am fond of all that dips
in placid hushes,
that swirls and settles
on leaf and vine

My grinding boots pushing into it,
push and crunch
softly into it,
in ponderous steps
I, who am fond of all that moves
purposely
like the scampering
silhouette
of black squirrels
in the white sheets

This
white carpet, perfect and neat,
I look behind and see it is
being marked
marked by me
dirtied by my footfall
and all
blotched by my careless work
and it annoyed me the most

But the paperweight spots keep
falling
and layering the ground
dressing all the world
in a splendid
bridal gown

>> No.5785307

>>5776861

It's fucking wet
It's fucking white
It's fucking cold
It's fucking shite.

It's never enough
Or far too much
And after, it's just some shitty slush.

I'll say it again
Cus I was right
It's fucking cold
It's fucking shite.

>> No.5785319

White powder
Frosted
Like a madman it calls
Sledding down the hill
I am on coke

>> No.5785334

>>5783939
this is good

>> No.5785342 [DELETED] 

Always so interested
In guitar solos and theory,
Almost like a threat:
the inevitable cold paw at the upper lip

>> No.5785479

>>5776861
gone, already gone,
the winter rot revealed before the noon bells clamor,
cold slime where a rare beauty has met his maker.
melted, sublimated;
the heavens admit that they have failed.
they let him live too soon, and he is gone,
and tonight his grave will ice over,
black and stinking.

>> No.5785770

dashing through the sn-
fuck

>> No.5785804

>>5785307
Choice.

>> No.5786073

>>5782935

that's a really fucking great poem. If it could be arranged with metric, and maybe rhyme, it would be a perfect little piece. Congratulations.

>> No.5787006

This is a really cute thread.

>> No.5787052

Pure white,
crisp and crystalline
a rare gift
like the blow I'll never afford

>> No.5787057

Falling, cold, melting,
The season happens.
It leaves the leaves it once covered in its wake.

>> No.5787116

Solidified water falling over the gray,
hanging lazily, white as bones.
your true name I cannot bear to say,
so I shall dub you just "wons".

>> No.5787119

It is known that reason compares not
to the deficiency of man's vital heat;
it is the cold chaos which blasts its
shocking snow-drops through the street.

These harsh blasts tell of power,
power unimaginable and vast.
A vision tempered and lacking
belongs not to the shock of that blast.

>> No.5787597

She drifts down from the sky
cold and delicate
without sound or lungs or heartbeat
drifting drifting down, to heights my heart will never reach
One thousand shards of frozen life.

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5787630

Came up with a haiku

Semen stains the mountain tops
Semen stains the mountain tops
Semen stains the mountain tooooooops

>> No.5787747

>>5776861
shit's cold
shit's white
went sledding
shit was tight.

>> No.5787909

Balls of cotton
are dropping from old wardrobes
hanging from the sky.

What does this say about our closets?
Does mankind wear the stars on our sleeve?

If these stars were to melt
would the silver light of water
pool beneath our feet,

our metaphysics and
our brains
frozen in concrete?

I am a thirsty animal.

Drink the heavens.

>> No.5787919

>>5787630
/mu/ pls

>> No.5787920

>>5776861
Sleep claws
Nocturne hours
Our cold
Was home

>> No.5788054

>>5787006
:3

>> No.5788137

Precipitation in the form of flakes
Of crystalline water ice that falls from clouds
In a variety of sizes and shapes
An open and therefore soft, white, and fluffy
Structure, unless subjected to external pressure

>> No.5788299

It falls down and down around me
like deers on a hunting trip,
white as their tails, cold as their eyes,
turning red as I bleed on it
like the cotton blanket on my bed,
like my used kleenex,
like wine on my wedding suit.

I hope it buries and drowns me,
my sorrow, my heart, my soul.
I hope it freezes me numb forever
so I don't have to feel
what I felt today
tomorrow,
day to day,
ever again.

>> No.5790047

>>5776861
Brrrrrrr
it's so fucking cold
is this the end
or just God's chilly dandruff?

>> No.5790058

>>5776861
Oh Jesus
this is all I need
I'm late as it is
and I bet they haven't gritted the fucking roads

>> No.5790062

>>5776861
Spare change?
Have a nice day
Spare change?
Thanks, Merry Christmas
Spare change?

>> No.5790083

Easy as fuck.

Now try doing it without the letter 'e'

>> No.5790162

>>5776861
Beatrices cold tears
on peak hills
by caves hidden
let stay the winter fears
in spring run giddy
His will bidden

>> No.5790168

>>5777067
Amazing

>> No.5790170

One day just passing through
Well now, guess who
Another customer, who isn't blue
But bright, an incandescent light
So utterly white, and full of might
A beautiful sight to behold
Which freezes even the ground
Weeds too, grasses, and mold.
And all that you hear are the little scavenger sounds.

>> No.5790171
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5790171

I'm a stubborn bastard who walks alone the best.
It's 16 degrees outside, and I wear a T-shirt unlike the rest.
Melancholy doesn't create a divide between me and those I see around.
It's just a silent projection of where I want to be; where my roots are buried 18 years in the ground.
The cold and dark has changed me, and now I want to return and feel the fire once more.
Laughing and confidence, sparkling seas and sandals that made my serotonin proudly roar.
I was happy with friends and then was magically sapped by the social freeze of the Pacific Northwest.
But maybe it's all a misunderstanding between me and the others; after all I do walk alone the best.

>> No.5790178

>>5778809
who the fuck are We?

vain as hell man

>> No.5790180

>>5776885
>triple mom

I don't care how deep that is
shit is still whack

>> No.5790200
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5790200

your mom's a fat hoe on the corner
red lights red lights tight jeans on the corner
bringin'em the flow to your uncle's foe
maybe come 20 you gonna mourn her
till then you got to stay asleep
till then till then mother fucker
world's gots' to eat
one day you awake with the gospel sheet
Gotta grab some steel for those gospel sheep
one day no worries you'll bring the heat
just don't touch the robes of your foreigners daughter.

>> No.5790219

Cold white wet
Not milk

>> No.5790256

>>5790219
not pus too

well, iced pus

>> No.5790270

>>5790200
How... how did you make it sound exactly like him?

>> No.5790272

Thanks!

>> No.5790279
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5790279

On the ground it calls me
brings me to my joy and so much sorrow
to days of which i used to sit a glance and stave for hours
it was always there
nestling with its brother of a different vernacular

It was always there to warn me
there is no where to hide

>> No.5790296

>>5776861
Stand at the big front picture window
And watch
The sun on the diamond laced ground

God has clasped
His hands to the earth skin
And gleamed it into a shining oblivion

Brace your backs against the wall
Barren trees stretching stretching hands
Upward in alleluias? Pleading?

Claims them, speaks soft in wind
Pearls strung across each branch
Picture window frosted

It's either a peaceful slumber or a beautiful grave

>> No.5790298

>>5776861
Snow
Why do you remind me
Of the time daddy raped me
Next time
Post trigger warning
You cold hearted bastard
Snow

>> No.5790324

I saw you once, long ago
Fall far from on high, to blow
And bob and freely flow,
Until stopped, stuck on the ground below,
Til it sopped, and reflecting the sky's glow,
You were captivating, pure, like white

>> No.5790330

>>5790324
The intention was to force you into thinking the final word. As if to make you create the actual word in your head, not just the image of snow. Sort of going about the issue in a strange way, I'll admit. I'd like to know if it worked.

>> No.5790347

>>5777423
i like this one

>> No.5790353

>>5790330
is it raining now?
no, it's sleet,
let me tie your bow.
please, it would be nice!
adorable bow,
it is white as milk... :3

>> No.5790362

Always so interested
In theory and guitar solos,
Almost like a threat:

the inevitable cold paw at your upper lip

>> No.5790418

>>5790353

planning 95%
desperation 4%
creative aptitude 1%

>> No.5792714

Frozen skydust
Cold Leather jacket
Sun is just a faded
bulb

>> No.5792726

Known on my keel many a care's hold
And Dire sea-surge. And there I oft spent
Narrow night watch nigh the ship's head
as she tossed close to cliffs,
my feet were by frost benumbed.
Chill its chains are, chaffing sighs

>> No.5792739

Talk of your cold through the parka's fold
it stabbed like a driven nail.
The arctic nights have seen queer sights
but the strangest thing that I ever did see
was the night on the barge of lake Lamarge
that I cremated Sam McGee
...

He gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake
The only other sounds the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake

The woods are lovely dark and deep
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep
and miles to go before I sleep

...
Drink of the winds their chill small-beer
Wining the ghosts of yesteryear
...
...mai ou sont les neges d'antan?


>tfw all the poems I've memorized are about winter

>> No.5792740

>>5790353
>hurr durr I hate free verse
>posts free verse
Fuck you

>> No.5792788

We'd sit in our living-room and hide away from cold, hide away from the glow
of afternoon sun bouncing off of ice crystals

For now we can drink hot things and anticipate sleep.
In a few hours we'll stare down evening, know
that the wood is well-stacked and hearth warm,

But should I have to step out for a cigarette
and my socks should become wet, don't go
for my anger is merely a product

of nature's first season show,
A seething, small-pained slow
nuisance the cold, yet no row
Was mean, but my cold's misery fallow
For a whole damned week on account of

rain

>> No.5795110

>>5792788

nice

>> No.5795117

>>5787597

>drifting drifting

Stop doing this

>> No.5795136

>>5792740
that was just a little joke to answer some post about anticipating rhymes (:
also it's a clipped blank verse

>> No.5795223

weathers fucking shite
white confetti for a divorce
sweating in my jacket even though it's fucking -3 degrees
Ice everywhere but I'm trudging literally 4 fucking miles to buy a little baggie of the same
I set fire to the soles of my feet they melt
I load my homejob guttertrash punched lightbulb pipe with ice shake my jacket cumskin white lice
amping nice
tongue to the sky, feels so fucking good I could drown
my minds a fucking prism, bleak and white or dark night I shine it through split the waves rainbow optimistic haze 150mile an hour

>> No.5795229

>>5795136
Your existence is a little joke.

>> No.5795234

>>5795223

was chill till you started freestyle rapping

>> No.5795250

>>5795234
lol

>> No.5795293

roses are red
violets are blue
it's fucking cold outside
and so is my heart
i'm going to kill myself

>> No.5795333

The weather forecast for today
is know
so cold
so cold

>> No.5795519

>>5795333
>Frost is the author of one of the greatest short poems in the English language, a poem that every American boy knows by heart, about the wintry woods, and the dreary dusk, and the little horsebells of gentle remonstration in the dull darkening air, and that prodigious and poignant end - two closing lines identical in every syllable, but one personal and physical, and the other metaphysical and universal. I dare not quote from memory lest I displace one small precious word.

:3
also that frost's poem is meh imo

>> No.5795551

>>5795519
But it directly came from my head, so it wasnt original just because someone did it first?

P.s. im asian and have not exp. Snow first hand.

>> No.5795555

>>5776861

Oh, Jon, your wisdom shall protect us.
white walkers.

The end.

>> No.5795562

>>5777067

i dont get it

>> No.5795564

>>5795551
repeating is kind of common and one of the oldest techniques but since the topic is the same, the last two lines are completely repeated and it's an american forum i thought it was allusion to that frost poem. amerifags might learn it in school, i personally never cared of frost and read it when i was reading 'pale fire' to understand what kinbote meant

>> No.5795914

>>5795562
uu = w
cross = t