Whoa

>pic not related

Kids in Africa could've eaten that hope.

>replenish
>rejuvenate

haha

are you ready
for the
ruffneck bass

- rupi kaur

responsibility's cool
but
there's more
things
in life

like getting
your dick
rode
all fucking night

i am a hack
that panders
support me on patreon
pls

if this was supposed to convince me that her poems are anything else but the usual garbage, then you've failed utterly

my
name
is
skrillex

kek

is this fake?

this post is art

...

it's a John Green quote made into a Kaur poem, so yes

I wash
And wax
My car

It shines

Pack it up
Pack it in
Let me
Begin

the shitty flow gave it away. I assumed it was some bastardized pop song.

this post is art

towers crumble
steel ignites
jews
did 9/11

this post is art not

wtf
I hate
poetry
now

my
name a
borat

your mother murdered
your father jailed
your friends deserted

for you a secret I have to give
The face of your tormentor
is the same as mine

niggers think they're deep.

so much fucking bait.
This is bad even by bad poetry standards.

yo skrill
drop
it hard

- rupi kaur

shes not black shes a pajeet/Curry

Amidst anxiety and stress, oppression and protests, I surrender every evening to replenish and rejuvenate. My main dish is hope; I drink the future; and for dessert, I'm having love with a hint of you.

...Sounds like a nigger to me.

I don't mind
people liking her
passing thoughts but
it worries me
they call it
poetry

Here i sit broken-hearted,
tried to shit but only farted

so she is saying that while shit is going down outside her window she sits on her ass because she can't handle it, when you come home she will fuck you with a hint of love, only a hint because she is a self absorbed ho

most curry are darker than US blacks

sounds
like a nigger
to me

this one gives
me
the weirdest
boner

I like this

I actually really like this, all memes and psueds aside

The women of color bullshit at the end is dumb, but the poem itself is beautiful

sounds like bullshit I would see tattooed on some white trash

spat out some tisane

hallmark card tier

Oh what the fuck

>get moderately high
>type out poorly constructed thought
>hit enter after every few words
>suddenly I'm a poet

...

beautiful sonnet
wow

will he die?

four you
less than three

What of the dog and the masketeers
has he said anything

Have we begun the ignition
who knows

punishment
fits the crime
nothing beats
mutiliation
humiliation's a
disease
nothing beats
humiliation
nothing beats them like
a cop
with a
club
nothing beats
their heads
like cop
in jail
- rupi kour

by the type of
girl that knows how to keep
her shit
tight
legs in the air
looking like
they feel nice

volcano pussy
melt your Peter
like ice

Sam hyde tedx talk?

Uh, I am not
a fraud, YM,
I'm
the God
They don't
make 'em like
me
no more,
man,
I'm a dinosaur
Blunts
be tight as
biker shorts,
twisted
like some handlebars
Lil' Tune out
a cartoon
or Avatar
I just
looked in the mirror like,
"All right, all right, all right"
I would let that little leaguer right there fuck my wife,
word

Dear Marni, I am so sorry
Can you forgive me for this

Not the Debt Doctor with the hungry scalpel
Here's my prognosis
they won't live

he's the Street Physician
Carving flesh sculptures
he will pain your ass like a Rembrandt

They better start praying when they see him coming
Cause tonight it's curtains
He is the Night Surgeon!

he sees his knife
See it glide
See it slice

Hope you have my money
Or it's "Bon Voyagee!"

and then went down to the ship
set keel to breakers forth on the godly sea and
we set up mast and sail on that swart ship
bore sheep aboard her and our bodies also
heavy with weeping, so winds from sternward
bore us out onward with bellying canvas
circe’s this craft the trim-coifed goddess.
then sat we amidships wind jamming the tiller
thus with stretched sail we went over sea till day’s end.
sun to his slumber, shadows over all the ocean
came we then to the bounds of deepest water
to the kimmerian lands, and peopled cities
covered with close-webbed mist unpierced ever
with glitter of sun-rays
nor with stars stretched, nor looking back from heaven
swartest night stretched over wretched men there.

experience - rupi kaur

come
holy spirit
bending
or not bending
the grasses
appearing
or not
above our heads
in a tongue
of flame
at hay harvest
or when they
plow
in the orchards
or when snow
covers
crippled firs
in the sierra nevada

i am only a woman
i need
visible signs
many times i
asked
you know it well
that the statue
in church
lift its hand
just once
only
once
for me

but i understand
that signs
must be
human
therefore call one woman
anywhere on earth
not me
after all
i have some dignity
and allow me
when i look at her
to marvel
at you

this one's good. i don't like the pretentious formatting though.

This is john green tier

At least this one rhymes

More fucking roopi bullshit. She must be stopped.

1. Go to tumblr. Search for poetry blogs. Steal the aesthetics of one to make your own.
2. Reblog a shitload of random poems, make it look authentic.
3. Post Veeky Forums's fake rupee cower poems, make sure her name is tagged in them
Use the "post this later" function to make the account look like it's active over a long period of time, not all made in one day if you can be bothered.
4. ???
5. Jerk off to little anime girls

>with a hint of

>for you

the time for
worry
is not now

that comes later

this is the best

...

This is some next level shit here. Well done.

>rain men

>Tit Sweat and Why I Can't Wait to Take My Bra Off: a Novel

is the second pic charls carroll?? wtf

Made me kek more than it should have.

i bet larkin reads rupi

>Hello Sir, do you have a cigarette?

The line breaks always make me read her poems in William Shatner's voice. Very interruptive imo but hey maybe it's intentional

rupi kaur
is a
meme
who thinks
he is
a black woman
but just
another
poo in the loo.

You're a big poet

just """"bought"""" the pdf, pic related is why she created this magnum opus

so deep

the line breaks
always make me
read her
poems

in William Shatner's
voice.

Very interruptive imo
but hey
maybe it's
intentional

underrated

My little brother's english teacher is making his class study Rupi Kaur

I will admit as a sentence it's not bad: "Our backs tell stories no books have the spine to carry." The shitty part is she splits it up to make it a single "free-verse poem", as if it were so worthy in itself when Nabokov and Joyce at their best write pages where every sentence is of that quality.

Women are directly adapted to act as the nurses and educators of our early childhood, for the simple reason that they themselves are childish, foolish, and short-sighted — in a word, are big children all their lives, something intermediate between the child and the man, who is a man in the strict sense of the word.

10/10 bretty good

By pandering
Syllables
You are not an artist
Or a poet.
You are just deconstructing
Speech
Bitch.

Literally the only tolerable poem of hers I've seen, and even this one would sound much better if she had said "like an easel and canvas" instead of "with a". Just my opinion anyway.

Why isn't there any punctuation or anything between "rain" and "men"?

urine is
yellow
but I am
not white
buy my book
you racist

>what did she mean by this?

it seems like she's saying women are born to stay out of the way

isn't that sexist? shouldn't she be against that?

Lewd

but not as shit as the other stuff I've seen from her

It seems today
That all you see
Is violence
In movies
And sex on tv
But where are those
Good old fashioned values
On which
We used to rely?

It's pretty obviously talking about self-worth. All it's saying is convincing yourself you're not a waste of space is difficult--like trying to write with your other hand.

Really bad fucking poem.

no one's more oppressed than upper middle class 3rd generation indian women.

straight white man detected

been spending
Most
of life
living in
a gangsters
Paradise

-roopi kawr