I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
I met a homeless man that attempted to sodomize me after I gave him a ride to Atlanta.
Ayden Parker
Lost at >'My name is Jamal'
Connor Miller
When I was in 2nd year high school this blew me away.
Isaiah Cook
It reminds me of the vegemite song.
Juan Fisher
kek
Aaron Roberts
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Benjamin Johnson
Not going to lie I prefer Smith's to Shelley's.
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws The only shadow that the Desert knows:— "I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone, "The King of Kings; this mighty City shows "The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,— Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder,—and some Hunter may express Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace, He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess What powerful but unrecorded race Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
Gabriel Gomez
They're both baller as fuck
Logan Fisher
dude i love breaking bad! I AM THE MAN THAT KNOCKS!
Logan Rodriguez
the cat sat on the mat
Gabriel Miller
I believe it is from Lord Byron
Jeremiah Edwards
Both Ozymandias poems are dank as fuck. It's like Ecclesiastes but shorter and less whiny.
Adam Phillips
I stand corrected, it's Shelley's
Landon Morales
I was going to roast you till you corrected yourself pal; although you might be mixing it up with Byron's 'Isles of Greece' similar tone.
The mountains look on Marathon— And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dream'd that Greece might still be free;
Isaiah Anderson
The stone of the king will never die The crow is still inside the bag and will remain there for a while The kindom of the edge was poison from inside First the calfs Then the kids kings Go back to mother to clean the damage Go full on poison to kill yourself
Adam Miller
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Cooper Garcia
I met a faggot from a shitty land Who said: Two parties of jews rule the throne Stand in the senate. Near them, on the stand, Half sunk, a sorry visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and smile of reprimand, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that praised them and the hope that's dead
And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is president lincoln, man of men Look on my legacy, proof of my care' Nothing beside remains, nor marked by pen, Of that forgotten dream, boundless but rare, Unfeeling minds of the broken system