Post whatever you like here.
No, you do not have to "understand" poetry in order to create it!
Absalom,
Many wish a mirror of thy deeds
A life of plenty as appeared
Yet thy hidden shadow shuttered such
Bounty.
For not in march
Of simple positions minor
Will relief work its veneer.
A dimmed future supplied
A ray face fading,
wretched kneeling.
Beyond good and frivol,
so a molten mantle rises.
CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES
THIS IS MY LAST RESORT
SUFFOCATION NO BREATHING
DONT GIVE A $@#! IF I CUT MY ARM BLEEDING
oh the open window
a cool breeze disturbs my fap
the summer long gone
I didn't write this, but it's my favourite poem.
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and you—beside—
The Brain is deeper than the sea—
For—hold them—Blue to Blue—
The one the other will absorb—
As sponges—Buckets—do—
The Brain is just the weight of God—
For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—
And they will differ—if they do—
As Syllable from Sound—
Emily Dickinson, c. 1862
The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.
I won't see into yours; You won't see into mine.
Feel the weight of an eternal blanket weighing you down.
that divides you from all, and divides me from you.
Crushing and suffocating
like a purgatory death
you will be stuck eternally
yourself beyond death.
Actually, I like the flow better if it's instead
That divides me from you, and divides you from all.
The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.
I won't see into yours; You won't see into mine.
Feel the weight of an eternal blanket weighing you down.
That divides me from you; and divides you from all.
Crushing and suffocating
like a purgatory death
you will be stuck eternally
yourself beyond death.
Also i'd change 'like a purgatory death' to 'like a purgatory's dread'
okay enough corrections. i wrote that out in a minute on a whim but it defeats the point if i keep changing it. perfectionism deez nutz
*purgatory
lol
Blip to blip
thine tabs unfold
Strings of senseless,
souls foretold.
Yet chambers invaded
hollowed in place
limp Echo serrated
waves, left as lace
Reach out ye dare!
Wrap thy threads 'round
Each arm asunder
until nothing found
So the Net beckons
Another lot to swallow
The dazzled gladly
Become as hollowed.
Spin thy ladle;
Water to freeze.
Our mind's cradle
unleashed as reverie!
Invoke
Revoke
Sinfolk blossomed
Redemption in whispers,
in eyes narrowed,
nothing more flotsam!
Marriage of heaven and hell
Contradictions all dispelled!
For caliper can't measure
Nor word tether
The harnessed arrow
launched toward Starmarsh Mallo'!
A presence everlasting
bliss unto the day he give
No more hours as passing
but lifetimes in moments unhid
Please take my hand
and have some faith
your wonder will be birthed
Soon washed away like desert sand
but what will we unearth?
Welcome all to flatland
A place
that's oh so funny
The destined square to understand
that which can't be by money.
Now again to somewhere new
watch Cyrano's gazette
across the sky and to the moon
he flew
to heaven he'll be soon.
So many worlds
that you have been shown
have only been possible
through my mental loan
You're still stuck in that place
where you will soon decay
like you're chained down;
Just hoping you'll fly someday
If you dream for it hard enough
then it'll be okay
right?
But you know that truly
that isn't true flight
And across the lands
Crying tears in their hands
all marooned in the cold
of that languid reality
of that cold regular embrace
and you wish that it stopped
and that there is no trace
but you can't cope no more
and your tears on the floor
and the endless locked door
and the now seething score
playing out in your ears
endless passing of years
passing back now into
faith
You people are fucking disgusting poet, incels.
Have sex with women your own age.