Lets hear some poetry about that qt Veeky Forums. Any work you wouldn't mind sharing?

Lets hear some poetry about that qt Veeky Forums. Any work you wouldn't mind sharing?

You filthy fucking whore, I swear to God
Lured in those silky sheets but I a lamb
To be slaughtered, again as we cum in sin
Who are you, she devil, and what is this trouble, i tremble in your sheets, I hear you speak

I hear your cry
I hear you moan
In my ear, as I caress your rear

Fuck
Again
You lonely misstress, my only temptress
Why do I
Why do I
Want inbetween your thigh?

Oh who am I
But a lost, lonely guy

Looking at you makes me wish I could write poetry
But even a smile would do

i posted one recently on hellopoetry, everything else is WIP

Only decent shit I got is old, but I'm old too and this took place like almost 17 years ago. I knew her only briefly and our relationship was... weird. Too abnormal and interesting to forget, tho.I wonder what happened to her.


I’d been laid up in her dorm for days, the two of us were naked the entire time but sex never entered the equation. She had a solid silver tray, inlaid with filigrees and paisleys of exquisite detail. I took careful note of its brilliant craftsmanship every time I leaned over & down to inhale another match head of Baltimore’s finest.
We kept the shades drawn and a few soft lights on, but I could tell time by the angle of a shadow crawling across her desk. She had one of those CD players that lets you load up 50-100 disks like an analog iTunes. Every single album was dark, lush, ambient electronic, save for a singular copy of “Go Sailor” that she insisted we play from start to finish.
Her eyes were perpetually red and raw from unexplained bouts of weeping that seemed to have nothing to do with anything. She would just cry for a while, and I would hold her and not say a word until she had finished. My thoughts would wander as I held her - I would nod off, or simply marvel at the thread count of her sheets. By the end of the second day my own inner voice began telling me that she’d been recently raped.

When she was at her highest, she would talk about her horses. She had horses stabled nearby, a black Arabian and a more traditional European breed. With a solid decade of Pirelli training under her belt, the animals were far more than a hobby.
At the end of several days I backed away from the entire scene with slow, careful steps and a few bags of junk for the road. I felt myself being pulled into a world I did not want to enter, so I never went back to her. I don’t think she made it through the semester. I never heard from her again.

Rachel on tinder:
I know I double texted
But I'm so alone

Alpha

Your face is perfect,
your lips deep pink,
your eyelashes flutter
when you blink.
Your eyes are big,
your cheeks are plump,
and you've a most
enticing rump.
I dream all day long
about kissing you,
of grabbing your ass
and of fucking it, too.
I no longer feel guilt,
for I no longer can.
If your cock is girly,
it's ok you're a man.

Thas racis

Lovely, lolling, prime and pleasant, so to me you seem
Pretty, charming, buxom, vibrant, object of my dream
Once upon a time you snared me, in the swells of night;
Took me 'gainst my will, kidnapped me, as the stars were bright.
I to you was instrument, was object meant for use,
Meant to make a rival jealous, pawn within a ruse.
Yet I poorly played my part, and all your schemes dissolved,
In your tears I strove to comfort, whispered, sought resolve.

Now I see your pictures on my Instagram's bright feed,
Now we message, time to time, bemusement grown to need.
I still yet would like to see you face to face again,
And, beyond our misadventure, truly to begin:
Begin to know you better, and for you to me the same,
Start to make a closeness, hear you call me by my name.

Yet do you want it? Is that what you want? I can't decide.
So I message, vainly, giving sometimes thought to pride.
Fool I may be, chasing after that which past me by,
Fool I may be, wanting what was never mine to try.
But I a fool will be, for even fools may have their day.
Wild hope may blossom, and my love yet have its say.

So I pine and wait and wish and hope, and am a fool.

>Yet I poorly played my part, and all your schemes dissolved,
was this intentional? to mirror your inability to fulfill the role she planned for you?

Alright please be gentle

My memories are rotten
At least those that aren't forgotten
Denim jean, black cotton
The car that we were caught in

Now as we crawl to autumn
After all the leaves have fallen
Remember those spring blossoms
The yellow ones that I've forgotten

):

Frowny man! Pls go
Frowny man! Pls go
Frowny man i know you cold
I know i see but you make me
Sad
Frowny man please
I know you grow bold
But i grow old
Frowny man pls go

O, Mirror Marionette!
Cracked, cut deep,
Our embrace deepens wounds,
Forbid I cut deeper, I give you nectar,
I will make you drunk,
So I may be sober.

O, Mirror of Heaven!
Cracked, quartered by backstabbing Gods,
Despite divine strength, miracles remain few,
Despite blind bickering, one miracle stands,
Mirror Marrionette, you stand in crumbling dance,
Each step a step on your blessed shards.

O, to fly entwined,
With wings waxed in haste,
Inevitably Sun-smitten, so I surrender,
At heights where light burns,
Immolation, reflected and radiant,
I fall a shard, and you dance one more step.

Yeah, sure, let's go with that.

As John Donee would say
"Only our love hath no decay,
This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday"
I shall not cease,nay, nor fly away
For in your heart, I wish to stay.

>I shall not cease,nay, nor fly away
*shy away

Yesterday,
all my troubles seemed so far away
now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,
there's a shadow hanging over me.
I'm not half the man I used to be.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.

Why'd you have to go?
I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong,
now I long for yesterday.

100% orignioli do not steel

I like it

too nostalgic. try writing a poem about Tomorrow instead.

Fools superior choice coming through

The Today,
all my troubles seemed so far away
now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh, I believe in a today.

Suddenly,
there's a shadow hanging over me.
I'm not half the man I used to be.
Oh, today came suddenly.

Why'd you have to go?
I don't know, she wouldn't say.
I said something wrong,
now I long for the end of today

It's on Español

Yean I've gotten a real good one out of it.

puedes escribirlo, somos gay enough para leer, bitch

R8 mis endecasílabos

María morena, háblame al oído
palabras canela con dulce de higo.
Si vamos al mar y acaso él nos mire,
de envidia tal vez el sol se suicide.

Tfw in bed right next to my qt and dont need to write her gay ass poems

>tfw your gf wishes you could write her cheesy poems, and is ashamed about how you view poetry
Its true ask her

Can't express your love in words?

no puedo escribir bien en espanol pero me gusta mayormente por que has dicho que el sol maybe se suicide. big mood.

k lads no bully but I am looking for critique, all I get on HePo is "good write"

I want to kiss
every inch of your lips,
feeling the words your tongue has bred,
if you bit me,
I would still kiss thee
long after my lips had bled,
I'd let blood trickle down
and spatter the ground
so I could keep the flowers fed;
for roses naturally bloom white,
it is only love's bite
that offers them shades of red

The Penis
It destroyed your hymen
Yes
YES
The Penis is free

HOME THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD


To wake in a familiar room and see
The stolid sunlight patiently reveal
This chair, that wardrobe, where we know they'll be,
Soothes doubts we seldom recognize we feel.
Sleepers away from home are taught this well:
The traveling sales rep, two nights in a place,
The man abroad - both learn at each hotel
What comfort may be unpacked from a case.

Yet it is possible to rouse and seek
Some point of reference in a room quite new
With all the calm we find amongst the known -
As when I now hear this strange city speak
And turn beneath your outstretched arm to view
A bedside clock that's nothing like my own.

This emptiness I cannot bear
Left unanswered was my prayer
All I love has gone awhile
So now I put my soul on trial
Tonight I walk on air

12/12/17
Heyy, how are you?
20/12/17
Hey, is this the right number?
1/1/18
Pls, text back... i know you read this
5/1/18
i will fucking kill myself if you don't go out with me!
7/1/18
Ya think youre better than ME?? You JEWISH slut I just wanted to fuck you once anyways!

her name is nora
i want to hear her farting
(obscure reference)

I love how you love me
Even though I’m ugly

>tfw no jewess gf with big Jew titties
I'm with you, why even live at this point

It was fictional, my gf is petite and virginal. Almost prepubescent in her appearance.

A short brunette,
like my father married,
like my grandfather married.
I know the future,
it's the past,
so I call her up.

Your beauty hath left me is disarray
I know you've married, (oh how a shallow play)
But today could be tomorrows next of day
Let me not get carried away

For all this is in my mind
The flirting
The laughing
Ill change in due time

Now here I'an
Sitting on the chan
Reading same shit over again
And thats ok.

I really suck, I am sorry.

video day

i remember
when i first saw you
in the science video
i was in the 8th grade
on prozac
wondering if the nice man
explaining geomagnetic reversal
ever thought about killing himself
the keyboard was soothing
and they showed your pretty face
for no reason
it made no sense
you were standing near the ocean
everyone in the class saw you
and kept watching

Veeky Forums what do you think of my artwork i made with this guy from my poetry?

2 virtual coffins coming right up

i want to paint
snakebites on yr thighs,
i want the bleed to be
emerald flowers
i met yr guardian
angel—
mostly ribbons.

party like it’s the end
of telephone seagulls,
yr hair exciting seawater
tribulum. u call yrself “queen
internet” sending emails—stock
quotes—
to space aliens.

dreamcatcher one
with filibuster sass:
how will we divide
the chaotic fringe
with the wednesday world,
all full of intentional
giraffes.

i lead you to boulder
tincture. with yr dye
lying stupid like the spring.
face me precipicing
like an angry dawn.
adamantium tulip:
bruise her tired
lips with yr
poison.

I wrote this one with fridge magnets
It's about getting cucked

"Do I love Her?" By Xenith Backside

>Do I love her?
>I'll have to get back to you on that...

Oh, how I have longed to wage war with you,
trample the corpses of our fallen foes,
put them into the ground, and plant a rose.
Yet you are Odysseus without clue.


We could be Patroclus and Achilles.
Heroes of an ancient age, bound by love,
our fates so entwined by most Holy Jove.
Yet you evade Eros, you don't love me.


Only you could be so foolish, so strong.
Assault my Trojan walls, I beg of you,
With that great spear you had held hitherto.
Yet you still refuse to duo my song.

Nonetheless, hero, I will make you mine.
My love has risen too hot to be quenched,
unless, in your love, I am to be drenched.
Take you, as Ganymede, all in due time.

respond to my messages you fucking wrestling cunt

Seriously not bad

Best

Crabs claw at my drowning heart
Her impossible affection
I learnt to swim in a bath
She was born in the ocean


Idk something about baits and hooks cos shes fkn stringing me along.

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