R8 my poetry Sup Forums

R8 my poetry Sup Forums

As I sit here in my room,
cut off from my LORD it is obvious,
why I cannot find peace

No music is sweeter than when HE is with me,
dreams become fantastic,
and I stare with thankful admiration into the blue sky,

I wander a thousand empty caverns searching for HIM,
it's as if I'm searching for myself,
as without HIM i am nothing

Even as I waste away,
hoping against hope for a revelation,
one never comes,
and i am here again

He animates me and brings my dreams into reality,
and I see the world in abundance

I do not know from whence he came,
nor how I can call him back,
no signs of his return precede him,
i keep searching

Shit.
1/10, waste if my time.

Why doesn't it rhyme

not all poems have to rhyme, nigga

I like it :]

thanks man

They don't have to but they can. Why doesn't this one?

because i didn't want it to rhyme

It might get a more broad audience appeal if it rhymed. Audiences can relate to the simple structure and respond very well to it. Just a few minor changes, nothing that would take away from the message of your poem of course.

American Edgelord

Hide me below the fold under a YouTube video —
Adolf Hitler did nothing wrong. Kill
every single damn Jew. Black crime = rape,
murder, assault. White crime = speeding
and stealing office supplies — and hold me there
like a lid flooded with steam. Call me troll,
bot, neckbeard, Nazi. I’ll call you Jew, cuck, shill,
soy boy, roastie, niggerlover, shitskin, faggot.

Swallow the black pill. Google Johnny Gosch.
Then Paul Bonacci. Then “MK Ultra handlers.”
Gas the kikes. Race war now. Take that goat fucking
sand nigger talk to CNN. Mudslimes
killing kikes, kikes killing mudslimes.
Roasties swallow Chad’s seed and divorce-rape
loyal betabux. Some Low-T Swedish cuck gifts
a 23-year-old “child refugee” to his hotwife.

Oy vey! Such a good goyim! MSM is fake news
leftist psychopathic Clinton-Foundation-conspiring
child rape apologists paid by Soros et al. to parrot
filter-bubble-friendly globalist pro-white genocide
propaganda for sub-90 IQ libtard HuffPo MSNBC morons
BTFO by their straight white cis-male hegemony boogeyman
while inner-city chimp outs, Ramadan Bombathons,
and Bihar child brides get excused as “cultural differences.”

Would you prefer I were more politically correct?
I can cover myself in cleaner words: true conservative,
racial realism, holocaust revisionism, identitarian movement,
ethnonationalist, free-thinker, free-speech advocate,
anti-radical left, anti-establishment, alt-right, alt-light,
skeptic, provocateur, pundit, showman, actor, entertainer,
gadfly, troll, prankster, shitposter, kekistani, anonymous -
cunt, slut, nigger, faggot, kike, spic, bitch, shit, fuck!

Thanks for the advice

this is good shit

K K K Fine
Sicker than your average nigger killer
Twist nigger's heads off
niggers fucking stink niggers and gayers
Chicken wing eating players
Triple K hooligans like Moon Man
Dead right if they head right
Fucking your mom every night
Moon man's been smooth since days of killing jews
Never lose
Never choose to lynch jews who do something to us

Talk go through us your mom walked to us
Get on a rape bus; screw us, screw us
Yeah, KKK, nigger babies i don't give a fuck
Stick it up the but

Dare I not see at your ripe cherry pussy
Bang every porch monkey easily, busily
Recently niggers fronting ain't saying nothing
My cock nigger
Suck it, Triple K mafia, we're on it

Honestly very mediocre. You need to expand your vocabulary, and be more complex. I would suggest reading a lot of renaissance men poems. It'll help you get better footing on those two things I mentioned. Not telling you to start using words like thee or thy, but is you take my advise, you'll see what I mean.

You have a mental issue. Visit a therapist.

I'm not into this modern trash

I only read poems from atleast 1000 BC

"The countries of Syria and Nubia, the land of Egypt,
Thou settest every man in his place,
Thou suppliest their necessities:
Everyone has his food, and his time of life is reckoned.
Their tongues are separate in speech,
And their natures as well;
Their skins are distinguished,
As thou distinguishest the foreign peoples.
Thou makest a Nile in the underworld,
Thou bringest forth as thou desirest
To maintain the people (of Egypt)
According as thou madest them for thyself,
The lord of all of them, wearying (himself) with them,
The lord of every land, rising for them,
The Aton of the day, great of majesty." - Great Hymn to the Aten, Akhenaten 1400 BC

Read some fucking actual poetry before you try this amateur bullshit again. Just writing words is nothing man fuck off with that shit

Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been
I do not recognize the vessel
But the eyes seem so familiar
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song

sun worship ftw

I like it. Did you write?

Finaly some good shit.
Post more like this, not the monkey banter

Some souls have gotten free of their bodies.
Do you see them? Open your eyes for those
who escape to meet with other escapees,
whose hearts associate in a way they have
of leaving their false selves
to live in a truer self.
I don’t mind if my companions
wander away for a while.
They will come back like a smiling drunk.
The thirsty ones die of their thirst.
The nightingale sometimes flies from a garden
to sing in the forest. - Escaping to the Forest, Rumi

"These are the moments of an exquisite silence
As we lie together on your sofa, holding, pressing
Our bodies together
As I, gently, stroke your face and hair
And you kiss each finger of my hand.
There is a fire of logs to warm us,
As night descends:
There are no words to confuse,
No time, as we flow, together,
As clouds on a warm Summer’s day
Beneath a dome of blue.
There is a peace, here, which fills us
As if we are the world and all the beautiful, peaceful, things
Of the world.

Nearby, your two ginger cats sleep
Secure in the warmth of their world
As we are secured while we lie,
Wordless, feeling those subtle energies
Born from no barriers:
You are me as I am you,
In such exquisite moments.
But you belong to another
And it is against my will, my dreams, desires
That I leave
To walk the lonely miles under moonlight
To where a dreary lamp lights my empty room." - David Myatt