How come the perfect state of mind Is absent from our conscious thought? The comfy night (or day, when it’s a nap, Or messed up schedule, or a midnight shift, I know there might be reasons to go hit those Z’s in kinda freaky times, I do it all the time), It gives you hope to live without bemoaning every little, daily strife, Methinks that’s why a shit-ton folk, as if they were in constant pain (perhaps they are, who knows), Accuse each other of possesing a disease of mind, or better said in layman terms, They say: “Fuck off retarded piece of shit, you little bitch, I’ll shove your finger up your lass-like ass, I hope you die and no one gives flying fuck. Go suck my dick, you dick.” That is why you, O Sleep, O mighty peace, are really all I seek, A day in bed with silent thoughts, a day with life’s all-mighty gift: The chance to disregard (if only for a night) the fact that we’re alive.
Ian Murphy
Help me understand what is poetry?
Brandon White
idk, just write a bunch of shit but make it sound good (usually w/ meter, rhyme, similar sounds, etc.)
Cooper Nelson
>tfw you write Shakespeare/Wordsworth tier shit but you realize your work will be buried under the ashes of more thoughtful posts
Jordan Wood
etch it into stone with an almanac translation into most modern languages and then put the stone in some geologically stable area with protection from wind/rain erosion
Oliver Thomas
Physical existance is a chore. When we're asleep it's like we're dead. No sense of time, no thoughts, only peace.
Connor Kelly
will do user. future humans better find this shit
Hunter Morgan
that pretty much assures death is pretty comfy
Jason Harris
There once was a man from Nantucket Whose dick was so big he could suck it He said with a grin As he wiped off his chin If my ear was a cunt, I'd fuck it
Aiden Walker
I read this out loud and it was...
ear rape
Caleb Ward
jumpy meter at times but otherwise bretty good user
Elijah Allen
my edit:
There was a man from Nantucket, His dick was so large he could suck it, He said with a grin As he wiped off his chin: If my ear were a cunt I would fuck it.
John Howard
This is exactly why I bash those who emphasize meter over rhyme. Anyone can get a grip on iambic or trochee, and write a poem. It's about subtle nuances with rhyme and phonetics that weave in and out, at play with the rhythm and a semi-consistent meter bouncing around a time signature of limited syllables per line that makes poetry musical. Then all that is simply the orchestra to the play of words you must create with the life granted to them by their musicality.
Ryan Parker
Pretty much. Once you get the hang of iambic you can write all kinds of shit with no effort and a few interesting words, and it sounds pretty okay
Lincoln Miller
pseuds or trolls...
...this site is an enigma.
Aaron Stewart
/lefty/ larping poem:
Fuck off Nazi, Go get a Taxi, Got banned from Uber And became a YouTuber, Pepe has died, Kekistan fell, The meme wars are done, Now fuck off to hell
William Sanders
6 PM, Shrodinger Park Where, until you enter, the people Are both alive and dead, sleeping And awake, lovers and non-lovers Illumined by a rosary of fireflies (Those contracts of love penned in night, cairns of light for feet of the people both lovers and not) Consider your transgressing state In a park where steps are made and Not made, what happens to the hand You clutch, is it still mine, or Others, or none at all?
Extra credit: When I (outside) Photographed your face (inside) The moment the shutter opened, Did you see me capturing you, or Did your eyes just observed itself?
Jonathan Hill
Not everything must be a masterpiece Sometimes I just need to write - but have nothing to say. So i'll write these lesser works the effect of a blubbering idiot putting words to feelings I cant describe.
Efficacy of the word used to express abstractions Efficacy of the body to resist these abstractions an anchor in reality a foot in the cave a bridge to rivers banks that my words cant cross my skin is damp - the air thick sheets stick to skin welded by the summer air All life and experience lead to this very moment and here I lay Putting pen to paper with nothing to say >descriptions of lying in bed my legs that have waded through salt crashes shoulders that bear steel a heart that has been overworked - pumping blood in desert trailers, and accelerated by shit. Now fingers that write words: with nothing to say
Landon Ward
> I am who I think you think I am.
You can't read minds. You can't infer thoughts. You can't give yourself your own narrative from another perspective. Slow down. Deep breath.
Do not think. Do not slip from your eyes. Do not withdraw inside.
Do. Ask. Question; do not assume. Do not pause, only resume.
Where one mind lies, all lie; and all lie. Do not listen, speak. Do not think, speak admission.
You aren't a pessimist, neither an optimist. You are one or the other, but don't love yourself.
Too accept is to step to stone life set in stone. Die as who you are and not who you think.
Aiden Fisher
Rebump
Adam Cook
The Man Who Ate Dynamite
BOOM CRASH OW MY STOMACH HURTS
Mason Gutierrez
Amen Last time that I meant it I was hating my complexion Aching For the blood to flow like it erection Need a weapon lacking registration motherfuck the peaceful message Culture fornication like a rapist Ape shit Grand old party fucking up the playlist Drake shit Everybody told its just the old way New day Call up everyone around it's racism birthday Shoot and kill you sunday
Start the fire Sparkle revolution like the star Tired niggas seeking restitution for judicial scar Higher being looking down at petty spar Shoot the car When they drive us down they'll know what we're about Founding fathers? More like liars reigning over drought Camping in a foreign land they pushing niggas out Replaced by the people that they hate so fucking much Make you motherfucking brunch with the antifreeze Say it with me thank you, please
Motherfuck the white man game Motherfuck the white man shame Motherfuck the white man gain Most these bitches lacking any brain Holy father where the rain?
Black on black violence is the symptom of the segregation cart Couldn't find a job that's how the pushing start By the time its over money coming in Once had a taste you can't go back to bin Greed the oldest sin
Every cell hoarding matter Jail cell for the splatter Penitentiary an ordinary habit If you owning privately lets talk about it Nothing ethical about it Making money off the fight against poor Nigga what you dressed for Best you'll ever look in is the coffin No one give a fuck until reporter watching You'll be lucky just to breathe Don't trust me best believe If I find out you involved with shit I'll kill you; hang you where your kids can see
Motherfuck the white man game Motherfuck the white man shame Motherfuck the white man gain Most these bitches lacking any brain Holy father where the rain?
Hate been on tap Coming out when I rap Hummer for the road kill Wait the cemetary fill fast Missionary for the long last I'm traditional like blackberry on blast Vengeance get me half mast Sentence me to death before I take your fucking breath There won't be much left Call it justified theft Wallet won't be happy: no cash for a fair day's work Fill a shirt with some holes White father been exposed, all told