ITT: we write rupi kaur poems

rain falls
some days
like the tears I can not shed.

>her

my poop
it comes out
like
plip plop plip
plop
little brown babies

God is the sun
and we are
her flowers

~4 seconds, get rekt

>capitalizing god
you know nothing of poetry or women

Excellent.

Candywraps
such
pretty little dresses I pull them off I eat you up

I don't see the problem or the reason for mockery.

I menstruate
therefore
I am
and hate men

A womans
period
is the ink
to lifes half-filled
pages

Is your extremely low effort some kind of meta-ironic comment?

thatsthejoke.png

find she who
holds the
key to all the locked doors of your heart

kill
kill kill
kill
all white males

such a fat downside cone
purple and bent
it can hide in the long place

who
can
count
the
trees that
died
for me

"mr. speaker"

now imagine
mr. speaker
being subjected to laws
policies and practices that label you as
different—as “less than.”

mr. speaker
today we acknowledge an often-overlooked
part of canada’s history
today
we finally talk about canada’s role in the systemic oppression
criminalization and violence against
the lesbian
gay
bisexual
transgender
queer
two-spirit communities.

mr. speaker
the number one job of
any government is to keep its citizens safe.
and on this
we
have failed
lgbtq2 people,
time and
time
again.

and to those who took their own lives—we failed you.
for stripping you of your dignity
for robbing you of your potential
for treating you like you were dangerous, indecent, and flawed

we are sorry.

to the victims of the purge
who were surveilled
interrogated
abused
who were forced to turn on their friends and colleagues
who lost wages, lost health, and lost loved ones
we
betrayed
you.
and we are so
sorry.

and
mr. speaker
i am proud to say
that earlier today
in this house we tabled the expungement of historically unjust convictions act.
this will mean that canadians
previously convicted
of
consensual
sexual
activity with same-sex partners will have their criminal records
permanently destroyed.

mr. speaker
canada’s history is
far from perfect.

-Jupi Trudeaur

silver tongues
laid bare
against
the
flesh
meaning ends
where we
begin

could be real

he ejaculates
and acts like it never happened
he came again
to act like it never happened

//Trigger Warning//

my woman feels so
trapped in
why do you hate me
please no not there

what is love now

I love you
as the plant
that doesn’t bloom
and carries within itself,
hidden,
the light of those flowers

Too good

you better delete that right now before Rupi comes ITT and uses for the flagship of her new release

night
is a time
when
i have to get up
to go pee

...

Poo in the loo

What the fuck does that even mean?

the crowd laughs
my demeanor fixated on their applause
humor oriented to their amusement
I can satisfy everyone but
myself
a jester that can entertain everyone but
himself

his name was tone
he did not like the boats
so he sank them

country song
sweet home alabama
isn't she lovely?

poopi kent

He's thinking two levels ahead of you, user

Saved from previous thread

living
in the man's
world
the women grew
more peaceful
and
stronger
than them
we are the sun
and you
are the flowers

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Belongs in the Ezra Pound thread

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all niggers must die

empty bed in
the morning

i was bedded

are my orifices
in mourning?

now coffee and milk
but the milk is served

your words fell
where earhairs dwell
but my ears are not a trampoline
and nor am I your brown-girl queen

>implying
It's fucking garbage. The fact that this is considered "poetry" by stupid normalfag teenage girls is a huge insult to anyone who has ever studied the subject at all.

this one's actually pretty neat, nonnie

grab 'em
by
the pussy
they'll
let you
do
it

vagina vagina vagina
mushroom
my flower
fungal
wilts

I am no plumber

i
am a woman
hear
me
rawr (:

good imitations

good memes

actually good poetry

why does rupi never capitalize any word

eh oh el

iridescent moonlight
you call
out to me
do you not
know
that i absorb all colour?

he was describing a cute and modest girl in that poem

Whatever the true reason is I'll always blame Auto capitalization.
If I'm on desktop I rarely capitalize due to being used phone keyboards.

Love this

i am
very sad
so
that means
i'm
deep

every girl
thinks

that poetry
is no different than
writing a regular
goddamn

sentence
except that you
press the
enter key
more often

that't not just another hole
for you to violate
its where
I get my ideas

that's not true, you're just saying that to be a dick

...

random noun
trite observation
little effort
but they love it

incredible

One wank
Two wanks
Three wanks, four

Five wanks
Six wanks
Seven wanks more

A spunk sock of a different class
A room filled up with anal gas
Farting, wanking, wiping cum
Two fingers shoved right up his bum

Without a breathe
try my hardest to breath
I'd give you my oxygen

there are better plans
than wine and movies
but it's better than
whine alone

I bled a little
out of one hole
which I'm not used to
Go back to the choo choo

i write a poem to
discover my thoughts
i wonder what
i am
this

if only
I was your only
love but seems
only in dreams

a closed window
is not an open door
i see love
but nothing more

the day was a wash
laundry
we did
no more
still spent with you

I used to date a fuckboy
Now I project his image onto all men
I write pretentious poetry
Muh vagina

You're unironically a better poet than rupi, for what it's worth.

love youself
more
than you love him

I liked this

Open fields laid naked
Bare and hatch
Inklings
In
A
Bog
I find you
With a whip
Swollen in your hands

these suns
have bleached me
down
to bone

John Madden John Madden John Madden
John Madden
John Madden John Madden

cute and modest girls are best girls

...

pseud post hoc reason: it's an homage to sanskrit grammar
real reason: tumblr

the chains of my dad
stop chaining me dad
i want to fuck chad
stop raping me chad

...

"Welcome to Europe
motherfucker"
the mg42 sang
the ocean wept

Fucking topkek

raped
poured out in the
kitchen sink
the red wine spilling
over onto my
dress staining the cotton
of my
slippers

I lent you money
But you never paid me back

The complete fucking stupidity of this just cannot be explained. Rockets are fucking oppressive or worthy of feminist critique now because they're "phallic." As if they were built to shove phallic imagery in the face of American women and not to fucking fly to the moon. As if women didn't help build this shit themselves. God it makes me want to set myself on fire. And the pictures of her too, posing and making all of these erudite faces as if she isn't a talentless hack who just shits out randomly spaced non-statements she knows will get sjws snapping their fingers in applause. I'm so upset

was it autism

backed head
hands in lair
no reason
wishing for

you
are a
fucking retard

i
can tell that
you
are a
right winger
because
you
are a
fucking retard

tears
like
mountain dew
in the rain
sharts
like
dorito dust
in a sandstorm

myriad
ways
of living
reveal
to me
your
imbricated essences
travelling
through tunnels
surfacing
onto compasses

You have a generous impression of her vocabulary

I tilt my boat before
the horizon
in fear of seeing sharks.

...

bravo