Poetry thread

Poetry thread
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If you think poetry / art is for faggots you have conceded too much ground

OP is a dumbass faggot
Whose anus' full of maggots
Go fuck yourself, bitch
Just die in a ditch

Stern he sees the mockery of /b
Do silence your lips
Get your ass onto /lit

Roses are gray
Violets are a different shade of gray
Lets go chase cars
-written by a dog

roses are red
op is a fag
never could i imagine
creature so sad

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You're a faggot
And fuck you too

A small OC i wrote a few years back in my late teens and still remember:

Insomnia

Ink is my medium
On paper or on skin
To siphon off the tedium
When dreams won't let me in

breddy gud lad
do you think 'dreams' is the right word?

I'm going to steal that and turn it into a song. Thanks.

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Gaping oozing vaginal rape

Horrible/10
I like

Dude same. Gonna beat you to the copyright tho I got a friend in the biz.

Worse than horrible/10
I like

Whatever. I'm in a fully functional band who already has over 20 songs copyrighted. It's as good as mine.

Not him, but name of band? Or link to music?

The wind brings home stories from afar
Murmured songs sung under the stars
Eyes alight upon eerie mars
Die in flight when clearly scarred

Well "girls" would change the tone of the poem pretty drastically
Faggots, whats wrong with your brains? Nah, honestly I couldnt give two shits, do what you like with it.

Sorry no way am I posting it on Sup Forums. We're not famous or anything.

Ah that's probably smart. Cause I actually am that guy and I was totally going to sue the fuck outta you guys after you stole my precious copyrighted work.

Switch round 'stories' and 'home'
How can something be murmured and sung? Awkward.
Last line doesn't evoke anything to me
7/10

Meriturds. Jesus.

Bro I'm just doing what led zeppelin did dude I'm gonna turn your words into the next stairway you'll see, YOU'LL ALL FUCKIN SEE

I'm probably wrong tbh
Was just my thought

Heh I just made that up right then. Thanks lol

Welcome to Sup Forums
Where everyone has a niche
Home of the memes
And first to fuck your bitch

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Yea nigga what
That's how we roll
Every fuckin day
I'm smacking a ho

this sounds like nig nog music

When the laughter of lolis is heard on the green,
How dull then seems the flick'ring PC screen!
How dances my heart, and how soon it starts
To scream- go out into the green!
Run out, and use your Pickup Art-
And- but the rest is too obscene.

Alas, such visions remain in my head
Not put into practice. I scribble poems instead;
And shitpost on Sup Forums, and occasionally reddit
Oh shit I should have omitted the last bit

My penis quivers
As your insides shiver
And make me float away

Your anus is gaping
Your asshole I'm raping
This is really so fucking gay

My cock slides on inside
Your ass is one hella good ride
I could pump all day

It was meant to.

A child has died
The mother, laying in bed
Her husband rushes in
His face turning red
He slowly starts shaking
And feels a quiver in his leg,
Loss
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op is a faggot
op is still a fag
op will always be a fag
op suck dick

Oh, all mighty propane,
You are the reason for everything right.
And everything flourishes with your beautiful light.
You sever every oppressive chain
Made by the evil charcoal reign.

Oh, divine propane,
Nothing else can burn a flame quite
As perfect, beautiful, or bright.
Wood and petrol are just insane,
And charcoal will always be in vain.

Oh, holy propane,
We revere you day and night,
And all who blaspheme you meet their blight.
The love for you, propane,
Is stronger than every hurricane.

First you get your glass
Then you pour you whisky
Sometimes I add water
Because I'm a pussy.

This is an awesome work

Young white woman sitting at home
Watching her half black 3 year old
Wondering when her baby daddy will be home
Nights cold without Tyrone
Nights cold after burning coal

I lay awake every night
slowly losing my mind
Good job, good house, good life
But there's that bottle, I just might
Seeing all the stories that I'm not in
maybe ill have just a little more gin

Literary genius

Life flight with clipped wings
Shot while out of sight but the mother still hears her sons ears ringing and for the last time she can't pass the time ashes to ashes shot through the male express as he's sitting down after three strikes on the bench, down for the count blacked out on the skin and from the record that's all folks have deemed us
Nobody dare breathe in believing in that he can be retrieved in for if is futile.

Stab deep, slash clean
Flayed alive, guts indeed
Penis hard as you die
Fuck your corpse it feels so right

maybe swap round cold and night in the last line
>pops a little better

Drugs are my portal.
Use them to be immortal
A gateway to another realm
Life's a ship and I'm at the helm
Sailing on dreams desires and lust
Coveting money, women, and drugs
But I'll never have any of these
Life is shit, a burrage of thieves

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Personally, i hate poems that rhyme consecutive lines. They never flow as well as alternating rhymes. For example:

Drugs are my portal
A gateway to another realm
Use them to become immortal
Life's a ship and im at the helm

Theres still issues with the syllable counts, but you see what I mean?

Agreed. They sound too childish

You're struggling to keep from tipping your fedora aren't you?

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Liquid hot fire burns me again
Drowning in my own misery
Acrid blood drips off my chin
Slicing my misery

Top

Top

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Dog is my dick lick
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Try again, this time less tryhard faggot

Nigger, are you serious?

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal

K

Fucking faggots must die
If they don't I will cry
I might tell my mom a lie
Why won't these faggots just go die

That's pretty good. Will add.

this is a traslation.
It worry me how much time you've thinked in me
If february was a accident, you dindt wait till april
If i was part of the ink that you threw.
I have doubts if was real what you thought
I promise remember you, from the 2am onwards
I swear that everything that leads for my its important
You are the cigarrete in the abstinence, the song of tonigth
the hug of reunion, the apple that take us away from eden.
the black swan of the loss one, the last seek of the dreamer
the taller chair in the table, the greedy of the looter
the last written paragraph, the loss of the winner.

The gentle wind did whip about and shape the tuft of willow.
By rippled pond we sang our song to dip and dart of minnow.
The greyish sky erupted in the tears of all the saints, and the tree we sat beneath split in half and fell on us and now we are dead.

Fin.

fear is how i fall
consuming what is real

Beautiful.

10/10

Op do you like cocks?
Yes I do, an awful lot!
I could, I would suck them there
I snatch them from boys underwear
I'd gladly ride them in a van
And tie mine to the ceiling fan
But most of all
I always stroke the shaft
and gargle the balls