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鞦韆に
夜も蒼き空
ありにけり

"There, under the swing,
Even at night, a blue sky,
Truly, it was there."

Is there still room for poetry in this world?

Sure, when are you going to post some though?

Read the SGGSji (Sikhism). That's some God-tier poetry for you.

盃よ
心鎮めよ
何時迄も

O sake cup, please
Let my heart become tranquil
For eternity.

Will check it out, thanks.

Still not poetry you fucking weeb.

Haiku is a recognised form of poetry retard.

垂れし枝
小雪も軽し
木洩れ日に

On the drooping branch,
The powdery snow is light,
In the dappled sun.

Poetry need not rhyme. The beauty can derive from the structure, and even the limitations of that structure.

Poetry is for fags

The wind has silenced
Wolves howl at the distant moon
It's snowing on mt fuji

御釜達
貴方にも詩を
餞に

O, many faggots,
To you, I make a poem,
A farewell present.

風凪ぎぬ
狼月に
富士に雪

Couldn't quite work in "distant". "Wolf" has too many mora.

Here, if you can accept "wild dog" for "wolf", then it works.

風凪ぎぬ
狗月に吠ゆ
富士に雪

It's perfect

Thank you, user.

Goodnight.

i was looking at the sky
and fell in love with a cloud
then i feel a nudibranch getting squished under my foot
i keep my eyes on the road eversince

>nudibranch

Not the most evocative word, but I like the poem.

I would baptize christen stewarts feet in my saliva.
I would 69 Cloe while I finger bang zoe.
I would show ariana grande my pequeno.

空見つつ
雲に惚けぬ
足に裸鰓類蹂躙せられる感じがし
爾来路面に見つめたり

Little kids shoot marbles
Where branches break the sun
Into graceful shafts of light
I just want to be pure

Now, there is no fucking way I can render that into a 5-7-5 syllable structure.

I respect the sentiment, however.

五月雨に鶴の足短くなれり
さみだれにつるのあしみじかくなれり

In the seasonal rain
A crane's legs
Have grown short

Oh I thought general poetry my bad.

Basho.

No worries, it was good.

Yeye

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