Leave Rupi to me

>Leave Rupi to me

another hot new talent hitting the scene

my grandfather told
me you
can discover everything
you need
to know about everything
by looking
at your hands

i've been looking
at mine all my life
every day
since i was 5

and you know what
i just realized, ray?

they're fucking feet

caspere knew
this

I don't think so.

HOLY...

twitter nigger go back there

>a challenger appears

Why is the second paragraph indented WHAT DOES IT MEAN

you wouldn't get it gramps, she's the voice of OUR generation not yours

*cums behind you*

Nothing personal kid

Li Bai translated?

somebody
once told me
the world
is gonna roll me
you ain't the
sharpest tool
in the shed

my feels

i love these threads so much

its ee cummings my senpai

you fucking BITCH

When I was
A young
Boy my father took me
Into the city
To see a marching band
He said
Son when you grow up would you be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned he said will you defeat them your demons and all the nonbelievers the plans that they have made because one day I'll leave you a phantom to lead you in the summer to join the black parade
When I was
A young
Boy my father took me
Into the city
To see a marching band
He said
Son when you grow up would you be the savior of the broken the beaten and the damned he said will you defeat them your demons and all the nonbelievers the plans that they have made because one day I'll leave you a phantom to lead you in the summer to join the black parade

holy FUCK this is deep

whatever that character's name was his ridiculous aphorisms were the best part of the seaon

I unironically wrote this when I was 17, in hindsight its very Rupyish

Her name was to be Petal,
For she was a flower.
It was a name that I'd decided.

Petal! I called,
Go away! she replied.
What is this? I thought—certainly not,
The girl I'd imagined.

I reached for her hair,
To pull her strings.
She slapped me in the face,
And I fell to the floor.

the self is just a slogan
and I write
the jingles you hum all the time

Kek.

Sounds just like her.

ee is a god, people that hate him are phonies.

wtf I love rupi now

i love you
you love me
we're a happy
family

made
my day
desu

tl;dr
This "poet" should learn how to condense his thoughts like rupi.

Unironically the best poem in this thread

Women actually hate each other on the most part.

This is actually pretty sad IMO.

oops sorry

wtf I hate Rupi now

i like this one

Its cute

black nights

came thighs

dead lit woman
daddy was right

A dull click.

Silence.

A scream into nothingness.

I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT THOUGHT ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE WHILE HAVING SEX who knew hte female identity went os deep

rupi you fucking slut
does it mean nothing to you
when I nut?
-user

dont fall for the demon
you will get on the hook
all she wants is your semen
love is just a spook

...

space
echos
like an immense tomb
yet the stars still
burn

why does the sun
take so
long
to
die
?

Everything is vague
I can't even tell
Which ones belong
To Rupi
Or which ones
Are fake

Boy,
do I
hate
boys

Girl,
bleeding
for the moon

your heart
won't bleed
for men

DAMN

Doesn't even make sense. Flowers ache for something different than themselves, and women ache for women.

Horrible poem

At least this one rhymes. Kinda.

jingle bells
jingle bells
jingle
all
the way

kekking hard

my diary
desu
desu.

go back to twitter, Nick

Good critique

Happy birthday
To you

looking at the mirror
I couldn't recognize
myself
Who's this stranger?
possessing my body
and soul
I'm lost in the shed tears

fucking women
reeeeeee
eeeeeee
ee cumming's got
that style
which i want to want to want

I go hard in the mu'fuckin' paint nigga
Leave you stankin' nigga
What the fuck you thinkin' nigga

...

...

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hijklmnop

Flowers don't ache for spring because they're dead the rest of the year though

exactly, it is a metaphor. You put the flower in your mouth but dont give it the power to ache.

please

put
your dick

in
my cereal

- john green

How did I do? I made a few of these while bored at work

poetry is such trash

tell me again, how's (a poem by a celebrated author) any better than ?

how many layers of irony are you on

top kek

...

Here's another one for you lads. Hopefully this one doesn't post sideways.

As many as I could fit onto the page, my dude.

...

Ay Caramba!
the spikey haired boy said
as he held his tiny phallus
through his filthy blue horts
inches away from my womanhood
seconds from ruining it

-Lisa Simpson

Is this bad on purpose?

Anything can be
Poetry
If you hit the Enter button at
Random intervals

I thought it was going to transition into "Come Sail Away" and I was bracing for it

It starts with
One thing
I don't know why
It doesn't even matter
How hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme to explain in due time

I want a time machine so I can fucking shoot E. E. Cummies and take a big stinking shit right in the middle of his faggot face.

EE Cumming on her face
Now that's poetry in motion

bitches ain't shit
but hoes
and tricks
i came to this board
to confess my
love for dicks

~ rupi kaur (2017)