Post Your Poetry

I visited Veeky Forums once a year ago and found a thread where everyone posted their own poetry.
It was such a good thread and had alot of memorable pieces, atleast ones that stuck in my mind.

Can we have that again? I would post something myself but i don't have anything saved.

PoeTry

Meme magic makes me me

I don't remember when I wrote this, probably on the comedown from an acid trip.

The trees cracked,
The snow fell,
The wter flowed!
Eternity in a winter's night,
The cold of Janus on your spine,
His teeth break skin!
His eyes reflect your own!
In August these trees were green,
ANd we made such a scene
As might flash on a screen
While hearts careen;
And we could dream
Beneath this verdant canopy,
Now dead & golden, all at once
October! Fear! The Spirits are near!
----
Sublimity comes with ecstasy.
I see universal symmetry
of white & black, eye & ear
of what is far & what is near.
Americans are conscience-bound
But their reason's now unsound!
Eye to eye, let's equals be,
I'm for you as you're for me.
A man is as a woman is,
The sun is as the stars are,
And all is one!
For what is not is Not,
And what is Is!

Yeah if that's what you wanna start off with. Honestly there wasn't a whole lot of people taking t seriously at first but i know there are some brilliant people on this board.

Thanks for posting! I liked the imagery. An ode to nature?

It's more to do with the passage of time and the coincidence of opposites within the Absolute, if I may be permitted to interpret myself.

I like that interpretation in itself. Pretty good for an acid trip come down.

---懒生课烦诗---
早晨离床要听课
何不歌诗讨大乐
温暖被窝照阳光
无理离房受冷刻
现说早起睡何用
课以开始乱我眠
现在要走上课晚
何不闭眼继续懒
Sinomemez

We were rearranging books
When she touched my hand
I ate out her cunt
Our bodies are decomposing

She bites my neck
I paw at her. My attempt
Is feeble. She moans,
I can sense her contempt.

To even ask for reasons now
Is far too much, naturally
We ought to understand
That we all want this

And all we want is this:
No exceptions. Indifference
Is passion, sympathy as loathed
As love. But then, aren't they the same?