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Show me your poems, Sup Forums

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I am alone
I am depressed
I regret

It's in the way that the misty rain
Extends the glow of the city traffic lights
Red and green in a grand amugulamtion
Holiday music is a sober reminder
Quietly bleating out its message
In a packed car
Pass by the car accidents
And the city life
Hear the whispers of conversation
In sync with the passing lights
No one wants to admit that this is it
This is what we worked so hard for

Does that bitter pill make you feel?
Or are you to caught up in yourself
To realize how far low you've sunk
Will you die choking on your own bitter bile
Spouting you figured it out
Even as your own body betrays you
And the doctor shakes his head
As he had heard it too many time before

Icecream is my favorite treat
I eat it while I beat my meat.
Creamy and good
My ice cream is too
I love to eat it
How about you?

What if you took out the adjectives?

It's in the way that the rain
Extends the glow of the lights
In an amalgamation.
Music is a reminder
Bleating out its message
In a car.
Pass by the accidents
And the life
Hear the whispers of conversation
In sync with the lights.
No one wants to admit that this is it
This is what we worked so hard for.

Does that pill make you feel?
Or are you too caught up in yourself
To realize how low you've sunk?
Will you die choking on your own bile
Spouting you figured it out?
Even as your own body betrays you
And the doctor shakes his head
As he had heard it too many times before

Op sucks dick for he is gay
TRAPS AREN'T GAY he screeches all day
Despite what faggot op does say
Sucking dick is, in fact, gay

...

When I have nothing to be happy for...
When you tell me to be happy...
It just doesn't make sense...
I can be happy...
But only if I'm dead...

He probably bought these shoes and wishes somebody else wasted their money

Not really that deep tbh

made me think

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Eh, I wrote it in a pissed mood, wasn't really shooting for deep, more for imagery

gibbous moons
cycling through
fluorescent streaks of copper
filling the sky
exploding bones
caught within degenerating muscles

feel the sunrise move
up your body
the golden ichor
pumping through you

lights shadow in the night
still images of a different life
feel the cells tear apart
and the soul
molds into the background

It's too vague and jumps around
What bitter pill, why go from car ride to doctor

Just discover a thesaurus?

fair enough man, thanks for the critique,I agree with you

Here's a little lesson in trickery. This will go down in history. If you wanna be a villain number one, you'll have to chase a superhero on the run

Nah man, just super fucking high when i wrote it, and people told me I don't use a lot of imagery in my work, decided to see if I could use some.

I once saw a fly
stuck to paper
and I felt so much
like that fly
that I couldn't stand to watch.
I looked
away,
went home,
and turned on the television.

buy banana 2 dollar
banana go bad
throw banana away
want banana
buy banana 2 dollar
banana go bad
-4
FUCKING BANANAS

the end.

How do you guys like this?
smog ridden bile is thrown against the panes
sickly yellow lights illuminate the sinister outlines of innocent shapes
misanthropic ideals are whispered in the night
pull up your collar and continue on
squeeze my hand and follow me
breath the acrid air and feel your lungs scream
anything to follow me

the beach screams obscenities to the stars
and they stare in an apathetic silence
as we stumble along the beach
hand in hand for what always feels like the last first time
cough and moan your tears away
shake your fist to the heavens
and follow me

the car rides have become seemingly infinite
with silence roaring in the darkness
the intrepid darkness
dancing at the edges of the headlights
illuminating your coat
as you walk away
leaving me alone
with the feeling of your hand in mine

Very good start- maybe the last few lines could be improved

'looked' is not the most powerful work
Even 'ran' might be better

I'm not good with poems,
But here's a little haiku,
You nigger faggot.

Roses are red violets are red if you not red you'll be shot in your fucking head. Russian poem

word

Minus adjectives

bile is thrown against the panes
lights illuminate the outlines of shapes
ideals are whispered in the night.
pull up your collar and continue on
squeeze my hand and follow me
breath the air and feel your lungs scream
anything to follow me

the beach screams obscenities to the stars
and they stare in silence
as we stumble along the beach
hand in hand for what always feels like the last first time
cough and moan your tears away
shake your fist to the heavens
and follow me

the car rides have become infinite
with silence roaring in the darkness
the intrepid darkness
dancing at the edges of the headlights
illuminating your coat
as you walk away
leaving me alone
with the feeling of your hand in mine

I know how it would read without the adjectives, I wrote it

>gibbous
>t. lovecraft's retarded great-great-grandchild

what?

HP lovecraft apparently used the adjective "gibbous" a lot.

But did you read it without the adjectives tough guy?

Heh, that's what I thought

really? I was just describing how the moon looked

Well, yeah, I did when you posted it

Another day to slave the grind,
It seems a tad better if you pay no mind

You begin and end this day as you had before,
Nothing quite new or interesting anymore

From days to weeks to months to years,
Your dreams have left you as have your fears

The abyss is all that remains around,
No light no purpose no direction nor sound

For from this abyss you have heard the call,
It's nothing unique it calls for us all

Everywhere I turn, I see some fake
No not man enough to look upon his face
And when I see the crowds in sea
I see what was once the free

I hate all the grey
Every bit of it, but I see it all
Almost no color to live in

This spin has made me dizzy
Was it the world that's making me?
And oh my head, so large and fully
I cannot comprehend,
Some things in life, are so strange so silly

Sometimes I like to think of me my only friend
That another kind of me, is there, he understands
I imagine he's got some wise words,
and a some kind of twinkle in his eyes
He walks the same shoe as me
He watches the same skies


Everywhere I turn, I see some fake
No not man enough to look upon his face
And when I see the crowds in sea
I see what was once the free

But when I look at the mirror
All I see is me

The second line is a lot longer than the first, which fucks it up

I think you ought to make the lines fit together. Try counting the 'beats'

Not really good at this kind of thing. Just typing stuff really, but I appreciate the advice

8/10

Almost perfect. I guess I would change grammar and punctuation and maybe one word here or there. But it is very good

The wind how it howled
The pond was frozen over
And the white grass
Pointed up like daggers.
And there they sat
In jackets and hats
On the little cold park benches.

One elf shivered quietly
One croaked out song
One held onto a flask of tea
All three looked forlorn.
A cruel, cold sight it was to see
On a snowy Winter morn.

‘You elves’, said I
‘Why sit here so?
The wind is fuming
And the snow
Smothers the life
From all below.’
‘Sir, we have nowhere else to go.’

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Better, you should have more of a transition between peaceful and anger though, or at least a reason for it
Else you could end with the character being clueless

Meant for

no prob man

2 to the 1 from the 1 to the 3
I like good pussy and I like good trees
Smoke so much weed you wouldn't believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
3 to the 1 from the 1 to the 3
I met a bad bitch last night in the D

I'm not creative to poetry so have this one by HP Lovecraft instead

There’s an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.
There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there’s moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbour dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs an herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.
There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass’d quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;
I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o’er me, and a tremor seems to start:
For I know the flow’rs are shrivell’d hopes—the garden is my heart!

I challenge thee to a contest of flyting! (Flyting is a ritual, poetic exchange of insults practised mainly between the 5th and 16th centuries.)

I hit the gas and I spit every act as if it's my last
You can die in a blink of an eye, so betcha I'll last
So keep winkin' and blowin' kisses cause your flirtin' with death
I'm destroyin' your livelihood, I ain't just hurtin' your rep
I catch a flow and get goin'
Or otherwise I'm just knowin' there's nothin' you can do about it
Zero in on the target like a marksman, the target is you
I'll shut your lane down, if you can spot the parked in at 2
Arsenic flower, lighter fluid, saliva what can you do
Go get your crew, hype you up, stand behind you like "woo"
That boy's hot enough to melt hell, burn Satan too
Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue
See you can hate him, he don't blame you, frankly he would too
This game could ill afford to lose him, how bout you
Now guess who
Here's a clue
He came to the ball in his wife beater, lost his Nike shoe
He's in your ass, he's in your ass, he's all up in your psyche too
Now, what's his name
Your mom

I once had a most flexible mate
whom I swear to you could self-felate.
But then one day he sneezed
with his head twixt his knees
and found that his balls could inflate.

Cinderella man send to sell the day
Came to wrap the game up in cellophane
Raise hell from hell he came
But didn't come to bore you with this Cinderella story, nor did he
Come to do the same, can't afford to be a label in this day and age
And at this stage in the game, mediocrity can no longer be allowed to fly
So say goodbye to the old H-I to the new case or I
Consider it his last hurray
The coupe de gras, raise 'em high, in the sky
Keep 'em up time to bring the place alive
Thanks for bein' patient I will make no more mistakes, shit my
Potatoes they call me the veggies on my plate can fly
My fillet is smokin' weed, get back if the stakes are high
Shit I ain't even supposed to be here by the grace of God
By the skin of my teeth and the hair on my nuts I skated by
Now y'all are on thin ice with ankle weights I hate to lie
Now how fuckin' irritated are you, how much in your face am I
And there ain't shit you can do but fear it
He is here in spirit and I'm a spittin' image I mirror it
When I stand near it,
Your pussy lyric I cunt hear it
Who forms pyramids and writes circles around square lyricists

So what do you guys think?

only so much of this type of thing
i can read before it gets boring
yours is too long okay?
so fuck you but have a nice day

These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do rags and a stocking cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go

Entertainment is changing, intertwining' with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
Any dispute, won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly

"There's plenty of fish in the sea" they say,
You've caught a few but release them away

For the longer you spend bonding together,
You learn nothing is new any further

You see how people are just sets of reactions,
They seem like machines and the feeling fractions

For if you know everything they will say or do,
You feel more alone as their actions play through

Is that all we are in the end, just and if then statements?
Then I'll stay alone for the illusion people aren't just constants

What the fuck did you just say to me?
I'll have you know I was grade a in the rapping bee
I fucked fat sluts with big butts till I bust two nuts then shut your cracka ass up after you see me in your mums hut

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out.
He's choking how, everybody's joking now.
The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow!

Snap back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy

But what

Roses are red
Forced rhyme scheme
Title of porn video
Haha good meme

No
He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows, when he goes back to his mobile home, that's when its
Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

SOME

You guys are pretty good tbh

niggers are black
asians are yellow
this life is shit
but green makes me mellow

>there was a show called Full House
>the dad was played by Bob Saget
>but i only needed bob's name
>to say that OP is a faggot

A tooter who tooted a flute
Tried to tutor two tooters to toot
Said the two to their tutor
"Is it tougher to toot or
to tutor two tooters to toot?"

hey that's pretty good

there once was a loli named rosechan
who looked simply as cute as she can
and as she started to take her clothes off
what i saw made me scream and cough
because rose turned out to be a man

needs work

a weebo faggot wanted to sell his website
and a japanese man was the only one to bite
but soon after the ownership was traded
the japanese man became quite jaded
as the ad revenue for Sup Forums was shite

Death is for cowards
Orgasms are for quitters
Cut your dick off
And your balls
Drink formaldehyde and live forever.
I love you.

This poem doesn't have to rhyme
Because I'm white
Also I have no accomplishments
And no education worth a damn
But at least my skin is pale.
I'm a white supremacist and this is how my mind works.
Also Donald Trump

Nigger

assholes are red
dummies are blue
jews did everything
and double fuck you

is this for real?

Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga
I'm one hunna percent nigga

No, but by the time you disprove it, ige already drawn 5 more charts in MS Paint.

this

It's a real study
National Longitdinal Survey of Labor Market Experience of Youth 1980-1990

I wanted to find the IQ, but can find almost everything else

My love for you is like a river
Like a summer breeze that makes my soul shiver
One look from you is more precious than gold
Let's go get some barbeque and get busy

youtube.com/watch?v=4zLfCnGVeL4

Not mine but I think that The Sound of Silence is one of the most meaningful songs I've ever heard. I feel like it describes today's society perfectly, which is why it makes me so sad to listen to it. It's about how no one wants to speak up about things that are wrong until it's too late and about how we ignore things that make us uncomfortable, and those who do speak up are silenced and forced back into the dark.

>and in the naked light I saw
>ten thousand people maybe more
>people talking without speaking
>people hearing without listening
>people writing songs that voices never shared
>no one dared disturb the sound of silence
>silence like a cancer grows
>hear my words that I might teach you
>take my arms that I might reach you"
>but my words like silent raindrops fell
>and echoed in the wells of silence

I have a lot of STD'S
From fucking OP'S mom you see
I have to pay a hefty fee
To not feel pain when I pee

AIDS, gonorrhea, herpes too
I'm pretty sure also the flu
I'm a normal man my name is Tom
The friendly old man that fucked your mom