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[Anonymous No.778144]

please rate my poetry desperate for a girl i like!!!!


i saw you and i felt so high
like i was flying in the sky
i had to stop and ask myself "why"
because i was so happy i thought i might die

the sky was blue and you were there
i did not even have a care
for nothing alive could even compare
to something so sweet as your face so fair

i do love you
it is so true
i always want to be with you
so pretty baby
don't say maybe
or i just might wind up crazy

any constructive criticism etc. thanks

[Anonymous No.778149]

TOTALLY KAWAII POEM!

go back to deviant art

[King of Carrot Flowers !9/tjuMV9.I No.778153]

Don't look now, guys, but I think we got a troll.

[Anonymous No.778156]

Better than Plath.

[Anonymous No.778159]

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[Anonymous No.778163]

>>778156
No, because he has yet to kill himself in an oven.

[Anonymous No.778168]

i saw a post made by OP
i was so scared i started to pee
it was very scary and frightened me
oh OP why you so crazy

[Anonymous No.778177]

plz see pic.

[Anonymous No.778182]

[Benchmark !wTDv80iUi6 No.778188]

Modern day Milton?!?!?!?!??!?

spoiler: nay

[Fowlawneeshafow !o05RwazELc No.778190]

But, soft! What queer through yonder posting speaks!
A faggot, sure, but what a way to be -
Fat cock inside your ass until it squeaks,
To gargle sperm inside your throat with glee.
So lame! You jest a "thee" and balk at "thought"
While mumbling through lips stuffed with pink, hard dick.
I'll make you choke, you puffed-up sniv'ling cow.
The thought of what you do, I retch - It's sick.
Too bad you cannot write a line that's good:
A line that flows, a phrase that is not crap.
Just end this farce and cede, you know you should.
My poem fucks you: dildo with a strap.
Your anus, raw, a pulsing mass of rot,
I thrust so hard, I'll rupture your g-spot.

[Anonymous No.778192]

Poets are big faggots!

[Anonymous No.778195]

>>778190
i don't think that's really what shed go for lol its a bit compliated
i need something like what i wrote but more lovey and sexy kinda lol :D

[King of Carrot Flowers !9/tjuMV9.I No.778206]

>>778195
Just steal someone else's poem.
Marlowe's good.

COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.

Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.

[Anonymous No.778214]

>>778206
:/ lol i geuss it looks pretty hard and stuff but i dont really kno half of those words tbh lol
i was thinkin more along the lines of that dafodils poem because its like realy remonatic?
just stuff that will make her think im realy sweet :-D

[Fowlawneeshafow !o05RwazELc No.778218]

>>778195
What a good troll. Purr for me my kitten~

[Anonymous No.778224]

>>778218
:S i just want some help not to be havin some1 come on to me this is prety weird not gona lie lol

[Anonymous No.778227]

google japanese translator sez:

You see, I feel very high
Were flying like I do
I stopped, I could hear myself "why."
I am very happy that I was thinking I might die

The sky is blue, you were
I did not have a care
Could compare anything alive
Something equally as sweet as your face

I love
That's right
I always want to be with you
So, pretty baby
Perhaps say
Or I might just end up crazy

[Anonymous No.778236]

>>778227
what does japernese have to do with anything lol i want you to change the poem a bit for me plz

[Anonymous No.778238]

like I said before poets are huge faggot same for OP

[Anonymous No.778267]

Obvious troll is obvious.

[Anonymous No.778281]

>>778267
I hope so.

[Anonymous No.778289]

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

[Anonymous No.778293]

THE FLEA.
by John Donne


MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

[Anonymous No.778300]

>>778293
That poem always gives me a grin.

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[Anonymous No.778339]

>>778293
how metaphysical poets asked for sex

[Anonymous No.778684]

Woah, slow your roll Justin Bieber.