Poetry

Rudyard Kipling has a bunch of pottery that's pretty /k/

>>33757786
Paul Revere's Ride

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They have to be weapon or battle related?

>>33757786
Flander's Fields

Ausfag here, we use a stanza from Laurence Binyon's "For the Fallen" in our ANZAC/Remembrance Day ceremonies.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/57322

There once was a man with a van,
Who just couldn't understand,
Why suits had mandated
Wife and child perforated
So he blew them all up with a bang

Dulce et Decorum Est
by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

Two to the chest,
One in the head
Just to make sure
That Tango is dead

Hate for hate and ruth for ruth, eye for eye and tooth for tooth, scorn for scorn and smile for smile, love for love and guile for guile, war for war and woe for woe, blood for blood and blow for blow.

Ragnar Redbeard

>>33757786
BOOTS BOOTS BOOTS

>>33757786
Are you a freshman or something? What faggy class is making you find a ton of poetry? English lit I bet.

>>33757786
They paint these walls
To stop my pen
But the shit house poet
Strikes again

There Will Come Soft Rains - Sara Teasdale

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>>33757786
roses are red
violets are blue
I fucked my mosin
and so should you

>>33760125
>poetry
>faggy

somebody's acting tougher than they are

kek

>>33760272
Is it bad which post I know you are referring to.

Anything by Arthur Rimbaud. He became an arms and slave dealer when he had enough of poetry.

>>33760275
Time to put on your dress and run around the woods with your chink AK.

>>33760286
>remembering the shotgunbarrel in arse thread

>>33760260
This.

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

The later short story is good too.
>https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BzbtlcAsIeTnTlNmSnhOV010bHM/edit?pli=1