Let's see what Cred Forums can write!

Beautiful

fuck forgot I said what type of poem it was in the fucking image

I retract my offer of internets

It's a Venetian sonnet

Thank you. It's based on a true time in my life. A dark time to say the least

Believe it or not
OP is a faggot,

move your body to this song
as you would move it on my dong.

I like asses as i like dogs,
always put on all fours.

Never thought about writing poetry,
never thought about fucking your mom,
why i do both remains a mistery.

I liked this, but I have to agree with you about the grammar. The inverted syntax can be distracting

OP is a fag,
His mom is a hag,
I fucked from the back
With her face in a bag
And now I'm your dad

Another of mine.

My writing is too pretentious.

-----

Cantibile -carpenters tune-

Carpenter—tally the tones,
split the timber
ply wooden bones.

Carful hands—stretch body thin,
polyphony our voices,
to harmony tuned hymn.

Nimble fingers—make our holly heard
to melody; a sweet quaver—
in flight a finished bird.

You're bad at both, that's why my mom cucks you with Jamal.

OP was a fag from Nantucket
whose dad shoved up his ass a bucket
He'd tickle his balls in men's room stalls
And grab his small cock and suck it

You're very good with your imagery. I like it.

Roses are red violets are blue
OP sucks dicks and his dad does too

Line two breaks all sense of rhythm. Try harder you misogynist.

Thanks, is there any writing you recommend? I don't read much admittedly.

You can kiss my cat's ass with your tongue out.

For the girl who said hello first, this is to you.

Though you claim words lack you and praise me a poet, I confess,

A lifetime of my mumbled anthologies is naught to compare to a single page

Of your seemingly innocent glances.

The questions I’ve hesitated to ask

The warmth of your hand, the tenderness of your neck, the taste of your lips

Tease an answer in my dreams.
… .

By the seaside, we lie

The ocean breeze,

Whispered
And I
Listened.

If only for a moment.

>I like this thread

Called this one "Standing" for lack of a better name

So I'm standing
atop grandeur illusions.
Peering over walls of old to theive a new solution.
A vulture perched with sights of iron fixated on it's pray.
Broken, beaten, bloody, tired.
Blanketed in dismay.
The predator fell short in line;
the new times pound outside.
When a bullet to the back of the head becomes a bullet between the eyes.
Making it all worth it, under false pretenses and insurgency.

Subtle playbacks of a near but distant memory.
Deceifering asymetry.
This place lacks in amnesty.
Have at thee serenity.
Split quick to comaraderie.
Vision blurred in a menagerie of imagery.
So don't mess with me.
Like intigrating circuits of intricate machinery

Unlike circuits, we can't seem to fix ouor thoughts with wiring.
Saudered to the brain, and call it engineering.

Firewired to commonsense.
Repeating numbers in sequence.
Binary delinquents.
Finding faults in digital liquids.
So give us recompense,
for your lack of essence.
Finding meaning in all of the people who once lived and died for this.

My last bit of prose.

There was a sea before us, it was stacked inside itself, constantly breaching its own voluminous form. This body of water seemed to be self aware, attacking empty space with a new hostility each and every second of the new day, however, at times as gentle as a woman's tender touch upon these banks of lofty sand. Each crash of every wave was as a summit to a valley not unlike the fears and desires of a persons soul.
Some were deeper than others.
The waves, were not exactly "wet", they were crawling, yet not appalling. Simply constructing the ocean as a web of solidarity.
These beautiful spiders burrow and weave these alabaster dreams from the reaches of the galaxy–in one tiny finite space. To what goal one may not know, the past stipulation is all but lost on the world.
All that is now would be the glimmering of the sea frozen preservative—like glass, yet made of silk.
Thoughts become wet, yet then freeze you see, the spiders let it dry up and become callus and stationary.
The tides cease to turn.
then the world of it all,
stands quite still.
I'm left here settled and unmoving–
admiring this pelagic universe
constructed from silk glass.

------

I'd like to one day write a book but I lose motivation quickly.

Roses are red,
Harambe is in heaven,
Former President Bush,
Was the cause of 9/11.

You told me you love me for who i am.
But who the fuck am i?
You said that i'm a person that you love.
....And i guess i'm satisfied.

This is why events unnerve me
They find it all, a different story
Notice whom for wheels are turning
Turn again and turn towards this time
All she asks is the strength to hold me
Then again the same old story
World will travel, oh so quickly
Travel first and lean towards this time

Oh, I'll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time
Watching her, these things she said
The times she cried
Too frail to wake this time

Oh I'll break them down, no mercy shown
Heaven knows, it's got to be this time
Avenues all lined with trees
Picture me and then you start watching
Watching forever
Forever
Watching love grow, forever
Letting me know, forever

"Binary delinquents" - I like it!

Spics are lazy
Niggers are dumb
These douchebag "poets"
Like fists in their bum

I absolutely love this. Do you have a page with your other works?

The imagery was great. My only gripe is that the mixture of old and new syntax and verbiage is a little jarring.

Thats pretty rad.
I read that as "Widow" and literally just imagined Widowmaker in overwatch shooting people like it was her art. And then I saw window and was like "Oh shit that makes this a very different poem lol."
11/10
That's pretty fucking sick. Are they lyrics?
Loves overated, dawg.
Not bad though.

This is great.

I love poems like this, short, poignant, and to the point. Well fucking done.

Anemnasis

Awareness
torn from
the page
reunite
bright
light
sun
of
I
of
sun
light
bright
reunite
the page
torn from
Awareness

Guy that wrote the "For the girl who said hello first, this is to you..."

I have my tumblr? ( i know im gay but at least its ok to be gay there with things like that.)

So long sitting here,
Didn't hear the warning.
Waiting for the tape to run.
We've been moving around in different situations,
Knowing that the time would come.
Just to see you torn apart,
Witness to your empty heart.
I need it.
I need it.
I need it.

Through the wire screen, the eyes of those standing outside looked in at her as into the cage of some rare creature in a zoo.
In the hand of one of the assistants she saw the same instrument which they had that morning inserted deep into her body. She shuddered instinctively. No life at all in the house of dolls.
No love lost. No love lost.

You've been seeing things,
In darkness, not in learning,
Hoping that the truth will pass.
No life underground, wasting never changing,
Wishing that this day won't last.
To never see you show your age,
To watch until the beauty fades.
I need it.
I need it.
I need it.

Two-way mirror in the hall,
They like to watch everything you do,
Transmitters hidden in the walls,
So they know everything you say is true,
Turn it on,
Don't turn it on,
Turn it on.

Please explain this one; I really enjoyed it but I feel like my interpretation might be way off or shallow.

That feel when you forgot a verse.

Comes after the False pretenses and insurgency line. (and that line sin the wrong place.)

Split quick to comaraderie
Vision blurred in a menagerie of imagery
So dont mess with me
like intigrating circuits of intricate machinery
Making it all worth it under false pretenses and insurgency.

Wow, thank you dude! I'm not much of a poetfag, i keep my ideas in my head in fear, so this comment means a lot for me. Thanks!

Oooh this is a very interesting structure.

Hey, I'm glad you guys like my writing. Yes I do have a blog page that I write for but it's mostly shit in my eyes.

allpoetry.com/No.44

Go for it, I'll brave the homosexuality.

thank god i'm a poet

He dashes across the marble sky in true lightning shape,
He flashes by the midnight rainbow, with his electric cape,
Flying to the earth by a certain static wonder,
But by the time of impact, He has made a blunder.
The rainbow now is crying, and the lightning he is sighing,
The sun now is dying, and the Moon she is spying,
But not one knows where they will go next.
But one man is awake, a man who is sexed.
And he saw what the lightning strike had done,
and now the weather is after him, so he has to run.
He runs and he runs, he runs to the moon, and he runs on mars,
but god knows the weather don't even need what we call cars.
Is he only dreaming? Or is thunder truly gleeming?
Has life for this man come to an end?
Or will he survive in galaxy to galaxy, my dearest friend?
The weather will find him, but he knows what to do,
many times divorced is what he has been through.
So there he goes, on an extraordinary adventure through time and space,
So he will go on this adventure and fight evil weather all over the place.
Weather will never win, because this man will always fight,
He knows that he can, and he knows that it's right.
Tornadoes beware, for he will strike without a care.
Hurricanes watch out, he is not ever incredibly fair.
It is his destiny, and he knows he can win,
He knows to lose would be a grevious sin.
And to win, he knows that he can,
Because he is The Weather Man.

rosniel.tumblr.com/tagged/spilled ink

Never mind Im high its in there.

Not lyrics but I have writen a few things for a local band my friend is in.

Glad you enjoyed!

I hate niggers, that I do
I hate niggers, so should you
They run they jump, they steal and fight
But they can't seem to do other things right
No books, no school, no education
a blight, a plague upon our nation
So let us come together today
and execute all the niggers
here, in the USA

>t. Dylan Roof

Is this better?

I think that interpretation should be free

Btw I read it as a story of a man on the verge of suicide who's asking forgivness to the one he loves

That's actually kind of the point. (Though your right I overuse big words but thats mostly for my own amusement.) There actually lyrics Im working on. My band mixes a lot of old vintage analogue music equipment with new digital effects and processing and stuff for our sound, so in a way its kind of an interpretation of an old vs. new kinda thing.

Roses are red
Op is a fag
He will suck my dick
Once he see this get

>Literally every shitty wordsmith looking for validation in this thread

This is pretty crap but I narrated one of my poe esqu poems here.

I know it's over dramatic and my voice sounds like I've sucked many clocks

youtu.be/CAodJFL8kso

This is so weird that is fucking amazing.

9/10

Clocks...I meant "cocks" heh

Bingo now gtfo or post some poetry faggot

Almost. Change
>But they can't seem to do anything right
To
>But they just can't seem
>to do anything right.

The extra syllable and line separation helps the flow.

sad but keep trying pre pubescent edgefag

Morgue Smorgasbord

Excuse me ma'am my partner and i
regret to disturb your rest
But i really cannot apologize
that you're now in our sick fetish

Slowly beginning to mollify
we await this mephitic buffet
for it looks as though your abdomen
is bloated about to give way

so inanimate you lay
i suddenly realize

the autopsy table is just the right height
for my comrade to start falling free
and land straight upon your corpulent gut
to extract this delicacy

bursting forth from your uterus
this fluid caresses my tongue
the wonderful taste sends chills up my spine
now i am going to cum

mung.

Roses are red,
my name is not Dave,
this makes no sense,
microwave.

Roses are red,
Violets are purplish,
OP is a human cumbag,
and his moms pussy smells of fish.

i got more

"A World Without You." C.K. Miller.
Wondering aimlessly through the deserted desert town,
you look around for a soul, there is not one to be found,
you're sorrowing in your strife, and you want to die,
you're all out of energy, and you only want to cry.
your life is a mess, there's suffering untold,
but is that really how you want it to unfold?
You'll put the gun to your brain inside of your head,
and in a moment of emotional pain, you will be dead.
The life you once knew is gone in a flash,
and from your body your soul will make a dash.
You could have taken life's natural winding course,
but instead you only perished, and you were the source.
Who knows what would happen if you had only lived?
Who knows what beauty, to the world, you would give?
Who knows all the people that you were going to meet?
Who knows all your storm-soaked kisses in the street?
Who knows all the children, you were going to rear?
But now that you're gone, they've all disappeared.
You've got a lot to live for, you don't need to commit,
Into a negative emotion you don't need to submit.
You're a beautiful person, and I love you very much,
So please don't let suicide, become your final crutch.

unlike the rest of you dumb fucks I actually have shit published in actual books, not some shitty tumblr

it starts with one
then multiplies ‘til you can taste the sun
And burned by the sky you try to take it from
But if it falls, there’s no place to run
Crumbling down, it’s so unreal
They’re dealing you in to determine your end
And sending you back again, to places you’ve been
And bending your will ‘til it breaks you within
And still they fill their eyes
With the twilight through the skylight
And the highlights on a frame of steel
See the brightness of your likeness
As I write this on a pad with the way I feel
Hear the screaming in my dreaming
As it’s seeming that you've played your part
Like you’re heartless, take apart this
In the darkness but I know that

I've tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

Faggotry abounds
Jesus, what the fucking fuck.
Yep, it's fucking Cred Forums

it's not about being published man, it's about the love of the art. poetry is an exquisite art form.

snip snip snip I cut off op dick.
hack hack hack I like to smoke crack?
titis sis sis I fucked my sis.
dice dice I inserted into my anus my pet mice.
rice rice rice if this chink doesn't bring me my beef bulgogi I am going to deport his wide
faggot faggot faggot OP is faggot.
bang bang bang I will make the op Hang.
poof poof poof i jump off the roof.
head head head brains are splattered and i dead.

I had a book published in the first grade. Alphabet book, actually sold in children's stores for a while. The profits went to charity. Does that make me an author?

I could easily publish my writing and have been asked to.

However, I'm terribly self conscious and don't write to entertain...I write to get my thoughts into a tangible place.

your definition of exquisite if pretty much dog shit
it's all self indulgent shit in here; it's shallow and you try to use pedantic arguments to try and validate it. this is a circle jerk for delusional retards and i'm here to laugh

Another of mine.

called this one "Re:Deflection Code Blue".
If anybody guesses what its about Ill cry.

The ground burst forth to free the beast beneath this time.
The atomospheric rifts tore the light as the goliath veered it's eyes.
She's falling from the sky, and ephemeral dimension lines.
So don't be surprised when your kin appears from a place before you were alive.

These waves are seeping through
The human nervous systematic-you.
Grow within your lungs, and when you come too, all my thoughts will face to blue.

So take to the skies
This mechanism knows my name and where I once derived.
Insaetiable heights.
Cobalt natured hybrid thing,
Let that third engine cry.

So where do the question lie?
Scavenged deep from the other side.
The truth only shows itself to the ones who try and see it's light.

Harbinger of verities
Breath fo falsified sanities
When you take your leave,
You'll be mentally martyred in the eyes of mortal beings.

So I'll scorn your renown.
As they shatter the ground.
The psalms call out loud;
We're Code Blue spellbound.

We don't share the same piece of the sky, but i think that's for better.

The more you are close to holding my hand, the more i feel i'm a failure.

So darling, once again, i am typing you a letter.

For i am not worthy of your eyes, eyes that are full of spring's treasures.

Fade to blue*

pushing it up

youtube.com/watch?v=QCdfcUSZy6k

you're just a sad individual, and you have to shit on others to make yourself feel better.

Somehow I kept messing up the words. Sorry

I took my sister by the hand
We decided to form a band
It all began to turn to sand
When I held her with my hand
My 19 inch cock fully erect
Her pussy I did rekt
My cum when bang bang on the drums
My anus bled, scratched by her thumb.
I kissed her mouth and swallowed my cum
Sister sister I love eating your bum.
I love when her wetness mingles with her shit
into my mouth the concoction drips
Globs of mucus cum and shit fill me to the brim
I love my sister, but i wish she was a bit more trim
My dad found out when he got back.
He beat my mom, she had a heart attack.
He bent me over an filled up my butt.
Sister cried, she was next to be fucked.
A fistula formed as he tore her ass.
I bashed him in the head and he passed.
Blood pooled on the floor.
I Bent my sister over and made her my whore.
She was mine, forever to adore.

I don't get what you meant by this.

...

What's it about?

-When I tried-

As I scroll through my camera roll,
All I see is pieces of my soul,

It pains me not anymore,
For I cannot feel and I feel no more,

I wonder when the day will come,
When my piece will be given,
And my giving will be done,

I have become beaten down and tired,
My days of youth and undying passion have certainly expired,

So let me sleep and let me cry,
In my knowing that at least I tried,

For sometime,

To Make this world a better place,
To meet each day with a smiling face,

I'm sorry that I can no longer smile,
As you grow old that's no longer the style,

So look at my soul in pictures and words,
That will never be seen, remembered or heard,

They will wither and die and so will I,
Pieces of myself I gave, when I tried.

youtube.com/watch?v=YaG5SAw1n0c

"Performance"

Goodness me, I
seem to have forgotten
my manners all the same as you
that fateful night, you left behind
a piece of me
a piece of you
Let's skip the formalities;
we both know why we're here
Forgive me if I sound the same
as all those years ago
Years spent wondering where you went
and what you saw
that made you who you are today
I look to the stars for answers--
what a joke
they laugh at me, way up there
they can see exactly where she is
what she's doing
who she's with
and I'm nothing but
a clueless actor.

Roses are red
OP's a fag
He's only posting here
Cuz he's banned from 9gag

Once upon a midnight dreary, ehile I sucked of old McLeary
Like many a tainted, furious hoe and forgotten whore
While I blew him in my trapping, suddenly there came a clapping,
As of someone gently fapping, fapping on the alley floor.
"Tis some visitor," I gagged, "fapping on the alley floor -
Only this and nothing more."

here's one I started this morning but can't think to continue it.

there's a lady who's sure
all that glitters is gold
and she's buying a gold plated dildo

when she gets there she knows
if the porn stores are closed
with a spread she can get what she came for

that's as far as I got mang

big ol dick
does the trick
nice and thick
steal your chick

South Alabama born and raised
Killing minorities was how I spent most of my days
Chillin, Maxin, Relaxin all cool,
Till a little nigger kid walked out of the school
So he walks up to me and says "Hi"
To which I reply:
Fuck you nigger you're going to die

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
SUCK MY DICK BITCH!