Poetry Thread

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Post your shit
Post other people's shit
Admonish the greats
Celebrate your poetry waifu
Ask for crit, maybe get it
Do some poetry

dudes in the crit thread posting their poetry as an image as if concretism wasn't a mistake aaaayyyyy

When we were kids
I remember
Finding porn
With my friends
Behind the bike shed.

A dingy magazine
With white lines
Running over each scene

I didn't find
Anything in those
Jagged white lines

Three of them
Dead now
Newspaper clippings
Stuck to the fridge
Jagged white lines
Running over each face.

Where on the paper freckled with rebirths
a crease -- unoval, kneaded organ-like
by the origamist's ruler-flat caress:
with shifting wrinkles of unvectored veins
that wave whence its own maché-sea avoids
the axial needles that trisect, inject-
ing eye-ether through restraints -- a crevice is,
a cut (which is forbidden) into which
to kiss the word that finally makes see?

this would make a good midwest emo song

That's actually quite good.

Since when, my friend, haven't you seen the glittering of the stars ?
Since when, my friend, your soul has find no rest ?
By wanting to get closer to love, haven't you burnt your heart ?
Did the flames of passion have given way to the flames of anger ?
Are you wrecked on the cold ocean of solitude ?
Or do you go forward lost in the dark, with no aim nor mark ?
Do you see the light at the end of the tunnel or is it just a candle that you will have to blow ?
Do you see the destruction of your world comming ?
Do you see your feelings and sanity fall apart ?
Do you fall from your pedestal in the frozen bath of reality ?
As god, is love dead ?
Do you face again, the futility of your own existence, trapped in your own shell ?
Do you think you want to have lived differently, or more likely having never lived ?
Nothing makes sens and you are alone in the dark
Your feelings unleash and you are alone in the dark
Your reason crumbles and you are alone in the dark
You don't know in what to believe and you are alone in the dark
All the gods have gone silent and you are alone in the dark
You don't know what to do and you are alone in the dark
You don't know yourself anymore and you are alone in the dark
No one will come to help you, you are alone in the dark
Everything abandonned you, you are alone in the dark
There is no light to be found, you are alone in the dark
You are alone in the dark

(Intentions)
It's something I wrote based on how I felt in the moment and I wasn't thinking about what I was writting, I just wrote what came to my mind.
Also I wrote it in my native language, which is not english, so it may have some translation issues.
If someone is interested, I'll post the original version.

Thoughts on a crooked path
Get broken in half
Like a run away train
On their one way lay
Passeging ideas for ever lost
Destination found
But not occupied
Arrived
For empty jobs

post original. sounds more second rate neruda in english.

have a good english poem because repetition doesn't work as well over sustained periods in english:
>Things, Fleur Adcock
There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

did you find anything in their jagged white lines ( the ones of your friends)?