ITT: God-tier Poems
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>le shitposting /pol/ face, Im so clever guys : )
her sudden rhymes two syllables in are so awkward
that poem gave me a boner
this is a comment from that video
Just so people know what real spoken word sounds like
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I haven't even read any of keroac but he creates a godly atmosphere of early 1900s america in this.
white people ruin e v e r y t h i n g
The guy who told her she has good blowjob eyes is 100% right and she knows it and she's gonna continue to pretend that she doesn't know it and that she doesn't like it and that she doesn't play it to her advantage.
Hypocrite.
And yet, I don't care.
I came.
wow op you're really going for it now
i literally couldn't make it through that video. even for jerk off material
>the beats
into the trash
damn, I was hoping it was gonna be a poem about how she takes a bunch of dick and doesnt care
don't say that please m8, its some of the rare spoken word from that era that's of worth.
What is the point of assonance in a poem if you're just going to recite it like an automated weather alert channel.
Also way to walk all over your own enjambment. Maybe don't bother writing your poetry in lines if 100% of its publicity is going to be you reading it aloud.
i think your confused on what those number represent
hehe i'm so intellectual guys
reeeeeeee you're right
I always get her blowjob eyes mixed up with Mira's blowjob eyes and I forget which is which.
I give Mira a lot of shit...like, a lot of shit...but even I have to admit she has more literary talent, no matter how small that talent actually is, than Savannah, while Savannah definitely wins in the blowjob eyes category.
Nice "quirky" tattoo, slut.
someday, i'm gonna infiltrate a poetry slam and deliever a volkisch warrior ode praising the Glory of the White Race.
That's Sam Hyde's job
pls wear an adorable pair of cat ears doing it
white ones of course, it will be symbolic
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>"not when i shift into maximum attention whore!"
>I was phat
>Past tense
>Where the prize of equating my entire personhood to your dick is that you get two women who are disgusted by how your breath reeks of desperation instead of just one.
KEK-A-RONI! Is this a YLYL thread? Because if so, I just lost.
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Also, an actual top-tier poem:
Two Hangovers by James Wright
Number One
I slouch in bed.
Beyond the streaked trees of my window,
All groves are bare.
Locusts and poplars change to unmarried women
Sorting slate from anthracite
Between railroad ties:
The yellow-bearded winter of the depression
Is still alive somewhere, an old man
Counting his collection of bottle caps
In a tarpaper shack under the cold trees
Of my grave.
I still feel half drunk,
And all those old women beyond my window
Are hunching toward the graveyard.
Drunk, mumbling Hungarian,
The sun staggers in,
And his big stupid face pitches
Into the stove.
For two hours I have been dreaming
Of green butterflies searching for diamonds
In coal seams;
And children chasing each other for a game
Through the hills of fresh graves.
But the sun has come home drunk from the sea,
And a sparrow outside
Sings of the Hanna Coal Co. and the dead moon.
The filaments of cold light bulbs tremble
In music like delicate birds.
Ah, turn it off.
Number Two: I Try to Waken and Greet the World Once Again
In a pine tree,
A few yards away from my window sill,
A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and down,
On a branch.
I laugh, as I see him abandon himself
To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do
That the branch will not break.
>I give Mira a lot of shit...like, a lot of shit...
fukin savage ur a madman bro
Only good slam poem ever:
nope, the only good one it's that who opened the vancouver olympics, a bad slam poet wouldn't be allowed to do that, right? :^)
Thanks, Tao. Cool Twitter, by the way. I especially like the ones where you talk about drinking your pee.
There was nothing to ruin
He should do that sometime, IMO.
what would you give this out of 10?
The almost 1:1 composition accuracy of that photo alongside pornographic shots makes me uncomfortable.
nob ache/10
>I now identify as Prince Valiant
>preferred pronouns: Val, Valself
this 'val' looks as a butch dyke
she knows EXACTLY what she's doing m8
that poem could honestly find its way into the new yorker
I like Karl's attempt at insight usually resulting in failure, without it actually feeling pretentious. I enjoy reading them. One day he'll bang out a stunner that no one will take serious because of who he is.
I would wife her up. We, men, have really ruined the world. Every country should be a Matriarchy.
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it makes me uncomfortable that i'm incredibly aroused by porn simulacrum
we are all familiar.
>i'm incredibly aroused by an imitation of something that evokes arousal
For god's sake, me belly ache
The doctor's said it's me kidney,
he said he's gotta stick a tube up me knob,
I said you've got to be kidding me,
for god's sake, knob ache
>I was X years old...
This has to be the most annoying trope in slam poetry.
What kind of person likes this sort of thing?
still makes me uncomfortable
its not just that i want to fuck her, i want to fuck the video
Why can't I ever believe these girls are telling the truth?
>knob