Write a Poem Now

Another user posted this idea but 404d.
I liked it tho, so trying again:

Write a poem in 10 - 20 mins about a historical figure and their importance and post. Here's mine. It took me 20 mins, not 10, but here it is:

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Nietzsche

The machinery of your mind always at war with your body!
You who wrestled from life scrap moments of serenity
that you used to dive into the human soul and its history
You who sacrificed every cell for the sake of those who didn't understand you
You loved animals because they lived exactly as they had to and could
You who kept yourself alive with a whole cabinet of poisons
and sat at your desk for hours storing your brilliance on paper so Death
would find nothing to take when it finally came

Now the world of collapsed Gods that you predicted has arrived
and their ghosts still get paraded through the streets by their fanatics
Now the children you foretold of wander in chimerical clothes through lit-up cities
And no new Gods yet, no new Gods, but we still dream!

And from your mountain walks alone you planned your sallies
You picked apart the idols and the masters you once followed
You who saw societies as creatures, and cultures as shared souls we could abide by
You who despised beautifully, with love, and loved the way a lion charges at its prey
You searched for the true face of man and found an endless labyrinth to dream through
You left behind for us the finest mirror yet

Now your book sits on the shelf of a glass office at the end of the Earth
The planet keeps on blooming its convulsions and we keep launching our skyscrapers and wars
And your children are drinking the wine of the gods on the rooftops of abandoned churches
And the wasteland arrived years ago, new systems rise and fade
And the last men are here, and the free spirits are swimming in the mire
of the networks that science let loose on the world.

Siddhartha, the Buddha, the master of renunciation,
The king who has a magnolia with sap of empathy
And complacency as his heart.
Siddhartha, the prince
That with a warm smile carries
The whole cosmos on his flesh,
Compassion itself condensed in a human-shaped diamond.


(English is not my first language so I dont know how to respect the metric)

onses was a Joyous man
Who wended by the narm of Jamesy
He rote of Jewleysees and Fun a gun
And doobliners and stephen dead lass
Sucking the winding wind from his shipwife
He very much enjoined wife Nora
In laters writ some find moast discusseding
But I rather like that dare

nice

Thank you, you are very kind.

I wrote directly in English, but my native language is Portuguese, so I ask some comprehension with grammar mistakes and with unskilled use of metric.

Today a week from his murder, and a few thousand years,
Orange Julius merged with Dairy Queen
and no one knew who swallowed who.
Orange Julius, the common man's
quench, branded to death,
alive in name only, his wreath
a wispy crown of young man hopes.
OJ, running back and buffaloed,
riding his bronco into the sunset,
the heat on his tail. No gloves fit
such small tanned hands.
The senate withdraws, their daggers
cloaked by piles of daggers
while Julius lays peeled, pulped in the sun.

her speechless dialect hath made me sad

Kek is this really yours?
It's pretty fucking good, gave me some feels.

literally me
he died too soon
he kept a diary
full of pain
and no one read it
because no one cared
about me

thanks, yeah this is mine. Always get feels thinking of the Nietzschmeister. he collapsed, but who wouldn't've under the kind of weight he took on and the thing he was trying to achieve. whatever the haters say he was great man.

all he wanted to do was sniff ass

which historical figure was this?

joyce wrote farts

not about them nor their parts

he seeped rectal juice in tarts

the metastasis of which we call his books but they're not arts

they're awful and i wish his shit was just casual scatology

not unlike how i feel about the ontological doody found in descarte's

I like the way you use several metaphors. Your poem has a great exuberance of imagery and to my eyes this is the surest sign of a great poet.

If you don’t mind answering, who are your favorite writers? And your favorite poets?

Yes, he was.

joyce probably, maybe Stirner

literally me

Thanks. I appreciate the feedback.

Favorite writers:
Well, Nietzsche
Bolaño
Coetzee
Dostoyevsky
Hesse

The poets that I really like and keep returning to are

Rilke
Adonis
Celan

When I was younger I was really into Jack Gilbert.

The Language Poets were useful just in terms of
how much I learned from them, formally and
theory-wise, even though their poetry didn't quite
blow me away or anything.

Homer
Virgil

Django had but two fingers
six strings
and one mustache.

He played with passion.
Broke strings
Showed up late to gigs

Left France because of the war.
Leaving Stephane
and that girl Daphne, behind

Used a trouser button as a pick,
Carried on Romani music, changed jazz,
and died in Paris, 1953,
Only guitarist better than Emmet Ray.

He went on Veeky Forums and made a gay ass thread
Too bad he has a brainlet in his head
And if he doesn't reply his mom will be dead
Tis! OP the faggot

OP thinks he's smart but he's just peachy
Writing a faggot ass poem for Nietzche
His poetry skills can't even reach me
Tis! OP the faggot

I just wrote a poem that came from the heart
I guess you could say that I'm very smart
The mods can't delete this because it's art
Tis! OP the faggot

Wow that was bad

>t. OP

Holy shit, the best thing ever written. now make the last line rhyme as well
>He went on Veeky Forums and made a gay ass thread
>Too bad he has a brainlet in his head
>And if he doesn't reply his mom will be dead
>Tis! The life that OP the faggot led

Or something along these lines. I dont have your Keatsesque poetric talent after all

Well it was a truly hastily crafted piece, but still a fine idea indeed.

Perhaps an entire collection of Veeky Forums related poems is needed

bump for memes

OP barks at me to rhyme
as if I were a bard,
armed with a toy harp of twine.

the keyboard clicks and clacks
flying over skin and food debris
the backs of atlassian shitposting

green arrows fly
aflame with flame and misery
memery of highest glide
aimed at foolishness and faggotry

Too late I was to the shit flinging
my runny lines
sliding off the revelry,
a thread at swim chin deep
in meter-less savagery,
the stink of plebs
wafts on childish whim

God is dead!
the mustachioed German said,
but OP knew deep down inside
in the shallowest crest
of this brainlet's rest
it was not true it couldn't be
and sobbing hard flung his trilby
deep out onto his foamy piss-bottle sea.

Rich and tasteful

Even though
I'm taking a piss
I'm writing in
your Shit Book.
I missed a lot,
I got it everywhere
but don't worry
I wiped it all up.
In public toilets,
I wouldn't consider it
but since it's you guys,
I got every speck.

slight kek

Virgin lad you will find no peace in
these bohemian rooms and windows
Madness suits you ill- you ought to stay
within those pages and those frames
stacked with ceremony upon
varnished desks and ornate chests
finished up in lamplit dawns
Oh you child who so mourns
For golden ages gone
Leave the Thames and papers be
You who does not know lust
cannot make a hell out of
your whorehouse city
The bastions have not fallen
Your high sentence falls short
I am grown of you-
a bastard of your word
Do not let me be heard
For your ruin was necessary

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Hitler literally did nothing wrong

...

why is there a lum p of plaster on his bed

this is terrible

why
i'm trying to write free verse

positively Kaurian.

oh wow that bad?
i ought to write more

>exclamations in poetry
does this not revolt anyone else

I learned that Google Drives moves folders into a recycle bin, not just delete them.

A lot of edgy poems from highschool. Guess I'll post a couple.

Lying in my bed, lying in my head
Just wishing that one wish
that one day, I'll wake up dead

Then I can go to hell
to see how my soul will sell
the punishment I have for being fell

But they said I could've done
I could've become
So in hell, I suffer
Meeting the man who could've been me

Like a magic trick, can't you see?

Nothing lasts forever
So she pushed the thoughts from her mind
pushed them with depise
But now she wears a coat of black
with lack of air in her lungs
Now she finds herself to be alone
as she push's the thoughts into her bone
"They say Nothing is worth it, that's what I'm told. But Nothing is the heaviest to hold."

the only road is to the grave,
and no other to this day

But at least you can say,
I'll take the scenic route this may

and maybe even live,
to try again, I say

But what about yesterday
The pain won't go away

A pretty girl with twisted knee's
Broken, between twisted tree's

Because at home, she is so alone
alone - alone - broken to the bone

And here, she can write with ryhmes
It gives her free speech and time
For she doesn't have that rulebook that gurantee's
She won't be alone, for eternity

And I’m always where the
Sun don’t shine, the
Tears don’t show, won't
Hurt me now 'cause
Heart's been broke, I
Hate myself but
It won't show, I
Constantly lose all
My remorse, and it's
Ten for the wolf and
Three for the shepherd and it's
One for the sheep who
Led by a leopard, often
Gave his perception as a
Handle of weapon, took a
Bite of your apple, give me
All you can offer, now I'm
Trapped in a changing maze
Setting my soul ablaze
Couldn’t control the pace
Where is this going? Hey
Heartless is recklessness, it is
Word of a pacifist to the
Word of a masochist, I'm
Off of the map, my Lord I
Spoke to a baphomet, he
Said he would save me if I
Gave him one thing he needed
What is this thing I pleaded?
Boy, it's the key to Eden
Yeah

And as I spoke my fangs were shown
Taking aback the smiles, and tells me
What you crave will soon be yours
But what I crave is already mine
Anima vestra
Anima
Anima vestra
Anima

A rainbow fucked me, a rainbow fucked me.
All the colors in the sky painting bliss of angels.
Latitudes of bright yellow in an arc.
Not McDonald's architect, for thy rainbow has fucked me.
In cherry blossoms, crystal smoke rises from glass hovels.
A rainbow has fucked me.
There amidst the boundless flesh of gravity, I submit to my lust.
Gargantuan mammories, shadowed by the rainbow that has fucked me.
Plump mushrooms, hot cream and ethereal mist rising from nostrils.
Of when did I arrive at such pot of gold?
Cruel rainbow has fucked me.

Reely mayde me....


THi nk??

yeah, if not used well they are bad. rarely are they used well.

David
Oh, saint David
You lovely son of a meme
I read your things
I kinda liked it
But tell me dear
While you smoke weed
Why you left me?
You offd you're self
And theres nothing more
But i love you
Don't let me down more
Cause the infinite jest
Is you being so lest
So you fucking fag
Can i read you on a mag?

"Heathens march upon our lands"
is what He preached to nobles, knaves
No ill I saw in painting sands
With blood of hordes of Allah's slaves

"To war!" we blared with iron will
and iron were our means of truth
To slay those God himself would kill
Would be to claim eternal youth

For in his kingdom, we shall live
If one on Earth we claim for Him
A petty gift it is to give:
a life for His unyielding vim

His name is Chekhov and he's here to say
He's the rappingest guy in the USA