Post your poetry Sup Forums

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I hate rap.

Nig Nogs
Encircling me
All that I see
Melons of water
I cannot live
I cannot run
Trapped by these nigs
Niggers just stole my bike

Spit raps that captivate like bear traps
My whole city like Gotham without the bat
Addy hittin now, rap game Mao
Eyes stay chinked, I topple kingdoms who refuse to bow

>My whole city like Gotham without the bat

What did he mean by this?

would have been a sick opening line if the rest was any good at all.

>Roses are red
>Violets are blue
>I would like to grab your pussy
>And then continue on molesting you

>When I could
>Would you let me see
>The glorious tightness
>That is your pussy

Fucking capped

I've battled the best just test the rest
battled the rest just to leave em distressed
battled every mc in the northwest then progressed
to battlin myself cause I'm the only equal match left

You get by in your life with your inflatable tits without a shred of intellect bitch you make me sick. You should get a job and work it not get a cock and jerk it. Gold digging scum getting paid to make a man cum. I work hard for my pay you sleep in till mid day. get the fuck out my face before I smash you like a dropped plate. Na you shouldnt hit a woman but ill burn this bitch like shes wooden

Maybe fix the last line

V. good are you a rapper?

I write a bit. Only spit when im alone. You know the deal

The cold air flows in from the door
While we huddle in little groups
Felling betrayed by our mutual need
To actually talk and feel
But that's hard isn't it?
We all are so fucking broken
But no one wants to fix themselves
Comfortable with a shattered image of who they once were
Dying broken
Laying broken
Shattered coffins fill the graveyards of our people
And I just wanted to have a nice dinner conversation
But it all went to shit

My vocabulary is gutter. my mouth is on some whack shit like I'm going down on your mother after a cardio track meet

Verbs are very important

Maybe
>cold air shuffles in from the door
>glaring at each other in mutual need
>comforting themselves with a shattered image

But I'm not a rapper

I am a different dude from the rapper

Me too

This is how it goes babe
Feeling nauseous from the cheap liquor
It's that I promise
It's not me
It's funny that your sober
And I'm nowhere close to stable
Music blaring in my ear
Cops waiting in the hall
Liquor is slowly relaxing my blood
Allowing me to be drunk on life
This is how it goes babe
This is the closest Icarus can get
To the synthetic sun
And synthetic happiness

Newfag, go to /lit/!
This is a beat poem, not what you think
Spaghetti

I see you walking round with an adidas bumbag
Mother fucker you a+ scumbag
Wearing nike tn's like all 10 of your friends
Wearing blue short shorts
Fucking looking at you hurts
Im a different breed
grew up in dirt like a seed
but because of that I'm harder than a mother fucking tree

I got a black hooker,
lured with malt liquor
into a darkly lit stall.

She drank all the liquor,
then let me lick her,
Before she done sucked on my balls.

I got into the grooves,
Her backdoor was smooth,
I cleaned it off good with my tongue.

Should've saved it for last,
cuz out came the gas,
along with a mouthful of dung.

>I'm harder than a motherfucking tree

When one is "hard" it is synonymous with "tough"

-“The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.”
—From Preludes by T.S. Elliot

Fuck the election, it gave me an erection, I tried not to mention but it got attention

What did he mean by this?

I like the 'six o clock' line.
Nicely put, that.

Feel like im back on the crackpipe
Shadowman always at the corner of my eye
No feelings no tydye
No sleep no time fly by
Mind old as the soul if id die young id still die old
Blow
Blow
From a place white lines buys white women
And noone would like to fuck the negrohoes o o spaghettios.

It's as if I believe the more that I squeeze this pillow between my thighs
the more likely the chance, I'll find romance if it somehow becomes alive.

I share my bed with a bad brain spilt ash and cum stains almost every night
Please find me a drug to replace the love that is slowly leaving my life

You could put the second half of each line on the next line
I think that's allowed and it would be cool

Or maybe break up with a lot of dashes or something idk

Hear the candle flame grow
Breath after breath
The sky rushes down
And you are the catalyst
Between heaven and earth
Listen to the ebb and flow
Burn bright until the wick
Falls into ash
Let your body melt away
Back to what is was meant to be
Burnt candles are still alive
Face flush with heat
Frayed wires splayed for all to see
Enjoy the gritty feel
Of heaven and earth
Starting to leave
And while it is never expected
The connection will end
And you will lay awake at night
Feeling your skin
Hoping to feel wax once again

I feel like a leech to everyone around me
Unsure and false promises I make
I invade your existence with my dependence
And leave you guilt tripped until you take

Care of me, for if not, I will surely die
I don't feed or clean myself and I am always high
Putting pipe dreams before the necessities in life
Without your help, I have no hope to survive

And now I know that sounds pathetic
That's because that's what I am
So open about my flaws
But it's all part of my plan

For if I can recognise my flaws
You'll assume I'm trying to change
But I am lazy and disheartened
And I know I will remain the same

Taking all you can give me, trying to live in excess
You know you'll make my life much easier, I'll make your life a mess
So squirm away, stupid leech boy, go and die now in the drain
You speak only of your sadness but are yet to feel true pain

As I get older, I also worsen
I used to be a better person
Growing into a constant burden
ducing man-child

Roses are red
What a nut fuck butt gun
Death grips bottomless pit is garbage son

never prewrite raps cause
my lines set a page ablaze
thinking back on the glory days
before the worry if this job will pay
life was so simple, but time flies by
remember in science we used to watch bill nye?
Reminiscing on the days that past
middle of the summer wishing it would last
High school, we smoked blunts by the overpass
And our biggest worry was the girl in math class
now I sit here getting lit
thinking bout the days when bitches weren't shit
days are gone but we still the misfits
And I still spit, never submit

Pizzagate is stupid
Trump's a fucking liar
Go to Sup Forums and shut them up
Water filter buyers

I hate my mom
I am building a bomb
The Jocks will pay
for not respecting my hobbies
I cut my wrists
And drink the blood
But in the end my parents still fucking hate me
I dye my hair
and paint my nails
but in the end o one sits with me at lunch

So there's no rhyme scheme?

Also frayed wires is weird when you were talking about candles

Mostly good though; you seem to know about rhythm

hey man, thats a good point, thanks. And nah, there isn't supposed to be a rhyme scheme.

I followed you into the basement with no struggle.
Tie me up.
Gag and gut me like prey.
Break my bones and take what's not yours to take.
Fuck me up.
Yeah, fuck me up.
Because what's left is definitely not what I started out with.
Nothings the same as when we started this.
And what I'm holding now will turn to dust by tomorrow.

>I write awkward pop punk/folk punk songs btw. These aren't meant to be crazy artistic.

>it's part of my plan

Does it show, through the bags under my eyes, do you know?
Oh god she knows.
It's not as mysterious as I wish it sounded and she knows, that I can't say no. And I can't stops the water when it decides it wants to flow. And it'll drown both of us soon, but under the water her eyes still glow. Plain fucking brown but they still glow brighter than any fucking light or star in this black fucking sky and I'm asking why and what and God how does this happen to me and all of these questions that hold simple answers

¹in the back of your car, in the sheets of his bed, in the tears that I shed and the black eyes from beating myself up

Really shouldn't be that scary, but reality really scares me sometimes. Most the time when it comes to us and the things we left behind in highschool years and it's getting harder and harder to hear my own reasoning about why you should care that I'm screaming into my own ears. I can't find that god damn glow in your eyes as easy any more. I must've forgotten how to find it while you were looking down on top of me¹

Last line needs to be more emphatic I think

even if it was just
>And I still split SHIT, never submit

If you changed 'stupid' to dumb the 1 + 3 lines would kinda rhyme
V. good poem though

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This isnt exactly poetry, but it's well written.

And it fucking crushes me everytime I read it.

Maybe just take out the line about the parents

It would still flow pretty good

I want to be in a motercycle gang
Gangreen and mean and fucked up all the time.
Picture me on the back of a Harley
Leather-clad and bad and driving fifty-five.

I'm going nowhere.
I'd rather go somewhere instead.
I want to see things I'll never get to see
Foreign bronze, klingons, naked girls with purple eyes.
Yeah, look at me sad and low and lonely
Dead-end job, a slob, and fucked up all the time.

I'm going nowhere. I'd rather go somewhere instead.
I'm gonna blow a hole through the back of my head.

Don't cry when I say good-bye.