Spitting flecks of formless cashmere shake in brains, scorn-squeezed. By the iron shove of work on work, I owe a sew to you.
A sew for your whipless power, banking from our desperation.
A sew for your sneering, for your end.
But still, i move forward. Lacking the proper outcome.
Luke Green
I haven't slept I haven't slept But words upon you I have left And words so spoken I have kept For words so broken I have wept And guilt has seen I haven't slept I haven't slept
Jayden Gomez
I just got up, I'm out of bedlam But last I checked it was 2am I didn't get much sleep Just a little peep Now I have to quit my job and study for a final fucking shit work coffee god fucking damn it FUCK SHIT AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Brody Walker
books are things, simple and trivial things. they got text, text are things, trivial things. text got ideas, ideas are not things. things are not trivial ideas. books are weird text things. books are not ideas, but weird things. weirth ideas are not trivial things. because trivial things at least doesnt matter. weird people are not thins, but trivial ideas. weird. oh, normies, you all should be no more than text. oh text, shall you be the only i read. fucking normies get out my text.
Josiah Gonzalez
It's too late for you to listen Dust has fallen between our words and I am getting old
Your arched eyebrows, probably still judging me like crows on the clouds, too bright to look at
Now the days pass slowly, and thoughts even slower You haunt my frowning mask
If you would see me again I would tell you all this and it would make no difference
I try to concentrate and translate make some money, move on find myself on /lit, write some words
devoid of ideas, must move on like a mantra it won't work. But how you made me feel!
Benjamin Mitchell
STEM is a meme, so take care not to fall for it, for many have fought creeping depression, for many have lost so take heed and just simply read
Henry Gonzalez
It's clear you have chosen the words for their sound and their effect but it does get in the way of actually reading the words out loud. Also, what is a sew? There's potential but try writing in more plain terms about real things and then thinking about word choice. It shouldn't be necessary to explain a poem but almost none of it makes sense. Another suggestion: try writing prose, cutting it down to a poem and then cutting that down to just the few words needed to express the idea in an original way. Godspeed.
Brandon Lewis
The golem pisses unmixed concrete, over the wrought iron gate, the stonework on the nose is complete, off the wrought iron crown on the Jew's pate. He chews his breakfast of gravel gruel, in secret he adds a bit of tar, his master, the Jew, so very cruel, loves to shake his slave in a jar.
Andrew Hill
Rubbish. You've just discovered that repeating words and ranting incoherently can sound deep to other idiots like yourself. You should read more actual poetry to get a sense of what is missing (everything)
Liam Green
I like this one. The rythym is way off but it's interesting and it makes sense at least.
Bentley Walker
yeah, at eight minutes i had to pull something way out of my ass. definitely needs worth for rhythm i agree. made me think of how long it really takes to write a poem from scratch without inspiration.
Austin Torres
I wade through waters shallow, Never venturing to the deep-- Home of some abyssal sorrow; No reward worthwhile to reap.
Jaxson Williams
hinder not how but to not hinder how to be not see at all to be seen hindered at all how to not be and see
Isaiah Nelson
The gun on my table. Time is running out. Red flowers bloom.
Carter Sanchez
I loved her, though she didn't love me back. That's fine, as long as she's happy. I don't think I'm happy. It's okay.
Lincoln Smith
My fav so far (exept my own). Concise and unpretentious.
Easton Ortiz
take out the comma in the first line though!
James Cooper
we can't talk about heaven or what happened on the bridge the child was not yet eleven watching a shadow shape of girders why weep here of murder in icy blackness lay a smidge
Charles Brown
rupi? girl get it together
Cameron Butler
s a m e f a g
Isaac Thompson
it was suposed to be a joke, did you even read the last 3 sentences faggot
Isaiah Hughes
Fresh-cut mango smells so fire, burn that dank ass bud. It's a nice and careful burn-- red cherry lava trickles smoke down the bottle. More; or, some more. Yes. Deep breath. Slowly breath out. Now!, quickly press your lips and take in all that you can handle. Hold it... Hold it...
Let it all out.
Dylan Ward
Raise the banners high I cry, raise 'em up, up towards the sky. Sound the trumpets, pierce the air; Steady march I say, over there! All by this encroaching thunder, let enemies beware, shall be torn asunder.
Form the lines, prepare for an attack; by the might of God, we shall keep them back. Defend the crossing, by all costs; if we should fail, all else is lost. Take courage and defend your home, do not waiver, do not go alone.
Greater in strength, but lesser in number. Lads, let it be known we can scarce forebear to blunder; so gather your courage, take up your arms; fight for your city, your family, your farms. Stalwart and a bulwark on the bridge's head, standing firm, let glory won not go unsaid.
Michael Richardson
I met slave on yon far road which to me in anguish spoke I pray thee free me from mine yoke thou arest mine only living hope To which I only thus joked fuck-a-youuuu go ask the pope
David Jackson
Why I'm buying my son a pet:
He will need someone whom to grow besides And in time I know, they'll learn each other's needs and likes. Someone to teach him how to want, and get, and lose, and share. How to fight and cry and make amends.
I wan't him to know what a friend is like. And they'll run together by day, and sleep together at night.
I wan't to teach him how to grow old. And that time doesn't stop wherever you're from. I wan't someone to teach him how to live And some day, to teach him how to grieve.
Grayson Hill
The poster of is a cunt who needs ripping diddle iddle i doo
Carter Russell
Ignore this line please I know it's godawful >And that time doesn't stop wherever you're from. Also my punctuation is probably all over the place, and my writing is probably at the level of a highschool student. I'm sorry.
Carter Baker
I'm working on my attention and my awareness I'm after mindfulness for full self-improvement
What I get is average work performance and dank memes
Could be worse Could it be better?
(This is an open ending that makes the reader question whether it indeed could, although perhaps it couldn't)
Adrian Hill
Nobody understands me I am a transcendental philosopher This world is pure shit I am anxious But nobody understands my anxiety Everyone just thinks of money, money, money Fuck off, the world is shit Why am I different? Why do I have to suffer more? Just because of my intelligence? In that case I want to be dumb like them Numb, petrified A sheep among many
Logan Stewart
Can I beat it? My meat, I mean I mean I really wanna beat it My meat, I mean I mean what's all the fuss about? I just wanna beat my meat I mean
Tyler Bell
This one is deep. Genuinely moved me. Are you me???
Anthony Bailey
>'crows on the clouds' i like that
Christian Powell
How hard is it to be fully present? Every query must be answered Every passing thought must be acknowledged, without wincing or smiling
Strive to be equanimous, happiness is just liek sadness, it comes, we relish or we cherish it. And it secedes into the void. Like a gopher coming out of his hole, out of the primitive whims and a thousand years of barbarism, stamped.
Cooper Kelly
I've never tried to write poetry nor have I read much of it. I'm just feeling kind of lonely right now so I thought maybe this would be cathartic for me. I think it has. Please no bully.
I loved first on a tepid April afternoon Final bell resounds, chaos ensues She led me to her bus, guiding me swiftly through the tumult Sat awkwardly on the tiny seat next to her The scene becomes surreal, overstimulated by An ocean of voices, laughter, the euphoric scent of her perfume More than I can bear Eyes fix anxiously on the floor She leads me off at an unfamiliar stop A stroll through downtown concluded at the hillside Sitting in the grass, pure innocence of youth New textures, new experiences, new emotions By that sickly little tree Her snow white skin glowing Radiant emerald eyes like the ocean "Ya know I like you?" My heart overflows with bliss The restless soul finds release at last
Christian Gonzalez
This is really nice user but it shouldn't be a pet that teaches him those things, it should be you (or maybe that's the point?)
Carter Rivera
Float on the waves, watch the setting sun Smooth in its rough, eternal push and pull Your blessing without does it continue To the end and farther yet.
Connor Adams
cat posters hung up in doctors offices carry the spirit du jour putting back English on the cue ball of my snubbed nose breathing vapor (Gypsy Tears™ from Vape Nation, pronounced 'nashe') but I really love my exempt plates, skating past disaster after disaster, opening two doors, closing one, littering recyclable goods, such as erotica about japanese basket weavers named Mifune and Saito. My armoire washes mossy skeletons because my closet is full and teeth busy chewing the fat of the land of the lost myriad ne'er-do-wells and forget-me-nots named by every mirror in the funhouse as the executioner names his last song Death of a Clown (mourn not the). My inverted nadir spikes along jagged lines carrying my feet forward upon mother's cracks, until the back of the oven bursts open and Truman's walls come crashing down revealing the optics of vulnerability's eye— yet the braille on the wall I can't read, nor do I want to.
Jonathan Foster
one hand written eulogy one empty colonoscopy bag one briefcase full of damp briefs one colorized photo of russian factory workers one pump and a sorry one dopesick judge losing to gravity one cabaret themesong for Lincoln one broken cavalcade for Kennedy one wish thrice wasted one to-do list unmarked save one dream undecipherably vacated one house melting wax lanterns and one helping hand helps the nulliparous screw the lightbulb into the firmament to wipe dust from the footmarked dash so we can drive home safely no anthrax
Mason Morris
High tides of seaweed waves rise, cortex to corpus, a swamp the color of wine
Hudson Taylor
As i lay inward the cube expands, last to love is the last to leave.
Forgiving the moment and a chance to breathe.
Simple and silent my hand adjusts her feet.
Alone at last the calm is set the dye is cast.
Troubled women breathe for a moment. To breathe to breathe.
Connor Lewis
Nice one
Noah Gonzalez
Cool
Leo Clark
I watched the rain fall so suddenly, no warning to be had.
We heard the droplets and the sounds that came.
You left once you realized it was too sunny here, you never once saw it.
I close my window when i see the familiar sight now.
please stop raining.
Lucas Ortiz
Cheek on a cold glass pane Holding thight Binary temprature, im in awe There goes the pavement Morning commute
Jace Hall
Wondering wistfully of cosmic play things Wayside, and bay breezes that eat the wind And beat between from end to end The lousy lump of paisley
Leo Richardson
Sorted by weight the inventory sat on the lowest shelf prone to being gnawed by living things that live close to the dirt placed carefully in a row each item tagged and dated
outside the sun shone in an inconceivably blue sky the clouds had sharp beutiful edges and floated indeifferently above the earth I on the highway watched the city sitting in the middle distance
>took 10 extra seconds
Ian James
beautiful
Carter Brooks
nice pepe
Luis Russell
Pity; based on faceless tactics wrecked Of facile moving numbers He blundered through blithering stakes Though the state's stale style states It's all for naught, not for allmost mustering just some measly change in pennies
Joseph Barnes
Coop's to stage a coup but who are you who take the coop And shake the chicken shook of chilling children - still to churn - Chastised for lasting masters fasting past a noon That mooved faster than the cow upon said coop within a spoon now Spilling out Apologetic, pills amount to small pathetic pastures pumped with plenty undertons of poorly funded plums (for fun) Did roots that poison and, well, poised to psuet the needs of sutured seeded sets, saw not see, did pick a play about another any anyways again, Really stand to gladly grab the status stacked on such a bad? Thus is thesis thumbed from soupy thoughts that though through and threw both through a loop, Thorough thucking still to strain And thunder struck to strike our Coop
Matthew Sanders
so i haven't eaten since i saw you last. now our universe enclosed in skin becomes your region -- you eat, overdrink and swell. i laugh and carry on dwindling, but i have loved.
Owen Sullivan
Bump Bump bumble blood a bloo Aloof foo froo foo doodle stew Stu muh cu nussy sus crush Crash crimp crucracrinary crass Ass lump bump Bump
Bump
Isaiah Brooks
Wasted time Empty summers stretching back the past five years Should I feel bad? At the lack of experiences I could've had
I strangely don't feel at a loss But I do feel as though this inactivity has come at a cost Which I won't truly understand for some time
I didn't connect with them all as well as I could have I cut myself off I thought that made me better somehow How naive I was
Austin Evans
At work Sitting on the shitter. Don't want to work. Don't want to be a quitter.
I only wish to be at home, Doing things in my control, Porcelain dreams that fill me whole, Like shit in the bowl below.
John Baker
niggers niggers are niggers are dumb niggers are dumb? niggers are so dumb!
Eli Perry
>(This is an open ending that makes the reader question whether it indeed could, although perhaps it couldn't)
That line was good.
Joshua Cruz
I want to carry a light summer dress and twirl and dance in a summer flower field. Hop and skip. Feel the zephyr cold on my near barren nubile body. Bedight in a bed of flowers and twist marg'rita flowers into jewlery of earings and necklaces. Imbibe the scent of every crown I tear from its stem ,leaving it to parch heedlessly. Have the shadow of an apple tree lay to become the pall over my fading beauty. The minute fall lasts short as my beauty remains. The bruise from the fall is as visible as in the pallor of my cheeks. The folly waste of my youth only leaves me to blame. My love now remains pent-up, circumambulated by every man I meet; every flattery turns to flummery. I have withered and my flower has become sere.
>All "big words" taken from recently read Poe poems and tales. >ESL 2 EZ
Jacob Allen
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