no, i mean poetry that does not rhyme.
also, it's called epic poetry.
Hi, Americans
Mason Jones
Jeremiah Williams
Surprised there's been no Philip Larkin in this thread. Poet Laureate of /r9k/
Love Again
Love again: wanking at ten past three
(Surely he's taken her home by now?),
The bedroom hot as a bakery,
The drink gone dead, without showing how
To meet tomorrow, and afterwards,
And the usual pain, like dysentery.
Someone else feeling her breasts and cunt,
Someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare,
And me supposed to be ignorant,
Or find it funny, or not to care,
Even… but why put it into words?
Isolate rather this element
That spreads through other lives like a tree
And sways them on in a sort of sense
And say why it never worked for me.
Something to do with violence
A long way back, and wrong rewards,
And arrogant eternity.
Brandon Bell
Made me kek and cringe all at once.
>Poet Laureate of /r9k/
Good one.
Ryder Peterson
It's okay rhythmically.
Asher Taylor
>that poem
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Robert Hill
What do you mean by this?
Luke Thomas
In the past (I mean several hundred years ago) there weren't any trashy publishing houses to print garbage retard.
Noah Wilson
Yes, instead there were plays songs and oral stories, the best of anything isn't necessarily popular among the masses in all ages.