Can you post good poetry please

Can you post good poetry please.

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Spring and Fall
BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

~to a young child

Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

Here you go:

Can you stop posting jezebal whores please?

Nope i can report you for jezebels tho

Ere Winds and Tempefts o'er the Mountains ride,
Kaste to where Choice of Pleasures do reside;
Come to ray Tow'rs, and leave th' unpleasant Scene,,
My cheerful Bosom shall your Warmth sustain,
Screen'd in my Walls, you may bleak Winter shun,
And, for a While, forget the distant Sun :
My blazing Fires, bright Lamps, and sparkiing Wine,
As Summer Sun shall warm, like him shall fhine.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Jesus once wished a man to die
Endeavour to kill, he did so try
Zealot tainted he became
Enraged by he whose post was lame.
Before he delivers the final blow
Entreat you I will, so you know
Last words from God for you to hear
Stop posting Jezebels, you closet queer

Counter Jezebel posting with a pure neotenous maiden

"Some say that gleams of a remoter world
Visit the soul in sleep, that death is slumber,
And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber
Of those who wake and live.—I look on high;
Has some unknown omnipotence unfurl'd
The veil of life and death? or do I lie
In dream, and does the mightier world of sleep
Spread far around and inaccessibly
Its circles? For the very spirit fails,
Driven like a homeless cloud from steep to steep
That vanishes among the viewless gales!"

'straya cunt

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

the only thing more base than this image is the poetry accompanying it

>base
>BASED

ftfy brah

>Monroe got implants
absolutely fucking disgusting

Mommy
Give me
milkies

youtube.com/watch?v=XFkzRNyygfk

don't share such lewd verse and please stOP POSTING WHORES!!

that doesn't look like her though

her bajoombas were like two bazookas, aiming at my heady head
her buzominos her bubbling like a furious fury
and I was a fuzzy furry, sipping on my dread
her bommas were boompy and big and boobly all over
bubbly to a fro, a jiggle jaggle, a jingle jangle
the twisty bell, the tinkly tinkle tankle of the bouncy wouncy booncy beepies, the boopie boopies, bopping up and around
all outside my face, a buppy buppy,
a bummble bumple the boopy boopys buppied all over my facey wacey, a bingo wingo, a bango wango, the bunky pumpys poofed unto my forehead, a dangly dinglys dunked and donkeyed dall daround mine mouth,
the wiggly wagglys wompled, and wonkied wonkly wanging my wonker, winkling my winky, le boompos bumpoed my beepo, boppingly, very profuse, pomply pumpled my pemel pummelingly, her willy wonkas winkled my wankled wangly right on righteously raucous roombaed my carpet, her wompers wopered my womple, her ompas poompled my poompa, bing ol bunbly pillow bunnies, bouyant, poigniant young polly wompers, her bejazzled bejewels bellowed a beckoning babe beer bunyon bursting bunson burning bippy boppy boo ba ba binkie boy bumpy bumpy yummy lumpy mummy bub bub beepy bomboms,
her valiant salient milkos doinged a dallop dumping doinky donks dungling dampling doimpy doimpy doopy boos, her boosy boosy booboos poosy poosy pieceoos piqued my interest, to say the least, oh, moist, to say the most

Look at those dark, soulless eyes
That's an Amerimutt if I have ever seen one

poetry cannot come close to music;

In this moment I wish to append to that: "nor boobies, neither"

that sense of loss the ending lines engender

holy macaroni that's a poem right there

wonderful !

you're right it's not, I mistook one whore for another in the thumbnail

good stuff

This is unironically the best poem in this thread.

When that Aprill hath with his shoures soote

...

how come she so hot here but her scenes are so boring

To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish;
If thou cam'st with thy line.
Thou wouldst soon make me thine.
To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish.

Oh, were I a steed!
Thou wouldst love me indeed.
Oh, were I a car
Fit to bear thee afar!
Oh, were I a steed!
Thou wouldst love me indeed.

I would I were gold
That thy fingers might hold!
If thou boughtest aught then,
I'd return soon again.
I would I were gold
That thy fingers might hold!

I would I were true,
And my sweetheart still new!
To be faithful I'd swear,
And would go away ne'er.
I would I were true,
And my sweetheart still new!

I would I were old,
And wrinkled and cold,
So that if thou said'st No,
I could stand such a blow!
I would I were old,
And wrinkled and cold.

An ape I would be,
Full of mischievous glee;
If aught came to vex thee,
I'd plague and perplex thee.
An ape I would be,
Full of mischievous glee

As a lamb I'd behave,
As a lion be brave,
As a lynx clearly see,
As a fox cunning be.
As a lamb I'd behave,
As a lion be brave.

Whatever I were,
All on thee I'd confer;
With the gifts of a prince
My affection evince.
Whatever I were,
All on thee I'd confer.

As nought diff'rent can make me,
As I am thou must take me!
If I'm not good enough,
Thou must cut thine own stuff.
As nought diff'rent can make me,
As I am thou must take me!

AAAAAAH THERE'S MORE OF THIS BITCH?

shes a model/actress my fella

Truly great.

Holy fuck I always assumed the OP pic was a once-off of her from Facebook or something
What is her name

you can google you're a big boy

God tier right here

NEVER shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
'But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair.'
'I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'

She's a WHORE
I hate them just slightly more than the unrestrained male who derives pleasure from their base perversion
Shameful sexuality has no place in life and even less in a place dedicated to the discussion of art, depth and beauty

The obligatory "my poems are good"
My thoughts of love elude
The papers lines beforth.
I draw a shameful blank
This poem I try consort
Although I lay confused
I take a solace in
This awful meta poem
And comfort that it brings

I like this one the most of anything I've written

Can you post attractive women please.

the magic of push ups
also a lack of anal scenes, no-one wants to watch a girl enjoy sex

>except for lolis

of course there is

I do. also pussies feel better than butts. the sphincter is literally the only thing assholes got going for them. only porn addicts and gays care about anal.

you cum
you son of a mother's cum
I cum believe you
I cum believe this
why are you so cum
why are you so cum all the time
I'll tell you who's cum
you're cum
and I'm cum
I am cum
you giant cum
you goats cum
you big glass of cum
you soggy cardboard box of cum
you pint of cum
you sandbox of cum
why are you so cum
why so cum
why are you so cum all the time
maybe a mix of you're cum
and my cum
and Gerald from next door's cum
you cummie son of a cum
you cum filled burger
I ordered a burger the other day
it came full of cum
it was called the you burger
you cum piece of shit.
little car driving beep, beep, get out of the way it's me
mr. cum
you cup full o’ cum
yum, yum, yum, yum, yum I drink you up
you frictionless piece of cum
walking around covered in cum
you cum son of a cum
and guess what else
cum
and I can't believe you don't wanna have a baby with me
you said two years ago we would try for a child
it's been two years since then and I can't even get you to look at me
why don't you love me
I am cum
me cum
I am the cummiest cum in the cum
but you are even more cum than me
you cum

>Race fetishism
God fucking damn it

Tell me what you think about this poem


Why do I want love,
It’s not just the lust or the small crust of feeling but the emotion,
I want to share it with someone,
But I’m too scared,
I’m too scared to share these lines of mine,
Hoping for this silent dream of mine to come true,
I wish this wasn’t a dream of mine,
I wish I didn’t have the emotion to want love,
Yet,
I have love,
But not the kind I want,
I want love from that special person I can see myself with everyday
And not one day, I’ll regret being with this person,
I want to care and hold someone close,
But I can’t,
I’m too scared,
I have fear,
The despair that I could cause could be catastrophic and painful,
Or maybe the despair has been given by myself,
Maybe I’ve ruined love,
I liked many girls many for lustful reasons,
But when I see you,
I see more,
I see an emotion that I can’t control,
I can’t think and sometimes I feel blinded by your beauty,
And now I just need tell you,
Or I could never ever get you,
And fulfill my dream of love,
You’re the girl I haven’t met,

thanks for ruining her for me

a good poem needs effort, and this looks good

What's there to ruin? She has a mongoloid face, malformed teats with dingy nipples and a perpetually confused expression. The latter of which might be confused for innocence or maybe even charm under 10lbs of dyes, makeup, and the intoxicating effect of just looking at a female from the sex starved virgin eyes of the average 4chinner.

Absolute truth.

>Thinking postively of a whore ever
What'd you expect

Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermès link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures, causin' mad hysteria
Momma see me on BET and started tearin' up
I'mma start killin' niggas, how you get that trife?
I attended Harlem picnics where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work, sellin' nicks at night
I was only 8 years old, watching Nick at Nite
Uncle Psycho was in that bathroom buggin'!
Knife to his guts, hope Daddy don't cut him
Suicidal thoughts brought to me with no advisory
He was pitchin' dummy, sellin' fiends mad ivory
Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
She was poppin' pills like rappers in society
I fuck yo bitch for the irony
I'll send Meechy at yo hoe if yo bitch keep eyein' me

oh thank God! oh lordie, lord have mercy

ha'al alaejuja!

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

come chat
discord gg/c37NwyB

sauce

dostoevsky taught them how to be cucks.

I Walk out of my house into the Sunlit street
Kicking rocks as I move and do a jig with my feet
So happy is this day that I got out of bed to see
With what new, fun adventures shall it choose to bless me?
Birds sing their happy songs, and children run and play
I take a left turn at a path, where I took a right yesterday
And when I reach a crossroads I wait and watch the light
Crossing, thinking of where I could end up tonight
In another state another world could open up right now
A new life, like the movies, I can't wait to see how
I'll be pulled away, swept away from these familiar cities
And then I see it, clear as day, a big, soft pair of titties
Gaddamn I say under my breath, what a miracle to behold
Now that this sight has reached my eyes I'll have to be quite bold
I slide up next to my darling girl, and say my best hello
She looks at me, then looks away, and scorned I say oh no
I mustn't let this moment pass, it may be my only chance
She gets up to leave, and notices the bulge inside my pants
She, all red and flustered trips and falls into a heap
I offer help, but she yells get away from me you creep
I see her fear and heaving chest, and begin to grow distressed
Tears fall from my eyes, as I'll never touch that heavenly breast
I only, oh I just, I'm so sorry I say through a sob
She looks so cute and confused, and the sight sends a throb through my knob
She gets up and walks my way, as I hold my moist face
She apologizes for her rash actions and the scene she made in this place
I must've been mistaken she says, you seem like a kind person
I am I tell her as she walks closer, and My urges begin to worsen
I pull her bouncing boobies out of her tank top
The pale white masses peaked by red give a soft flop
In shock she stands looking on, Me fondling her chest
I grab and squeeze and push my face against her godlike breast
The nipple in my mouth I give it a good suck
A bystander tackles me, yelling get away from her you fuck
The force caused a reflex of which I had no control
I bit down, not meaning too, and blood dropped on the floor
Pinned to the ground I lay, situation having gone south
I realize just now, this goddesses nipple is in my mouth
I spit it at the man as he lies on top of me
And it hits his eye, taking from him the ability to see
Shocked as ever my dear girl stands, bleeding from one side
I realize now I really need to go and hide
To avoid jail I think, as she falls and her chest continually leaks
I see from this new perspective, her delectable ass cheeks
Pouncing I pull away her pants and underwear as well
Pull apart her milky bottom, as my dick begins to swell
I push my face right against her sweaty buns and hole
My nose finds its way inside, burrowing, blind as a mole
I snif and snort and inhale deep, the stench fills my nose
My penis aches with this strong sense, and sadly it explodes
A rush of blood from all my holes, from eyes and mouth run red
My dick couldn't take this perfect girl, and now it's left me dead

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I pooped in my pants
And it fell in my shoe

AH THE OLD HAND ME DOWN SHITS HIS PANTS AY

I worked really hard on this anons, please read it and tell me it's bad.