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.