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They're of no help to me now
These words that shuffle about in my gulliver
I used to pull them out as they would quiver
While I'd shape them to sonatas long and slow
Like a cry in the night by the window
Staring at the moon in a lurid gaze
Soon enough they'd break though worn and torn
And tired and battered I'd start again
Like Sisyphus.
I always wondered what he would think
There at the top when the deed was almost done
Looking down at the drop with his heart almost lifted
A feeling of pride perhaps? Of a job well done?
And was he crushed when the rock rolled down again?
But he knew that would happen so why did he hope?
And even if he succeeded to hold it still
And the visages of victory became vistas
What would be there for him beyond?
He's only done that one thing for so long
That everything else you've already forgotten how
To do and your mind has hardened too
And isn't that exactly when they leave you to be
Free outside of the cage
That you've toiled to build so comfortably
You could live the rest of eternity
And that was what you really wanted, no?
You've ruined yourself thinking and rethinking
You've tied and untied the noose so much so
That when you hung yourself it came loose
So fast so quickly and a sign of God
I took it because I didn't even want to die
But I couldn't take the responsibility of being alive
And miracles, spectacular cheers and wreaths
And laurels I'd garnered just for you
So I could worship you, and then I understood
Why so many believe in you although
There's indications that the only intelligence around
Are us and we've even sent sounds out of bounds
That've allowed no signs of anything at all
And I understood that we're all lost at sea
Against a darkness that pleads to be left alone
But we
Like a child pestering an overworked mother
For a horseback ride though she's had a 12 hour shift
And hasn't had a good fuck in ages
We still gaze stooped and caught up
And
I realized I'd written nothing at all.
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>>8218908
last line is horrendous
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>>8218908
Idk if this is a joke or not... If not, this is hideous. You have no understanding of modern poetry. Poetry is based around imagery and depth. Start with an image, focus on this image. Look at the image in a way that no one has looked at it before, then use the description of this image to convey a topic. Read some poetry written this year. Dedicate at least a month to reading before you decide to write another poem.
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>>8218919
>Read some poetry written this year
le current year meme
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>>8218926
You will never publish poetry unless you write in modern style.
Writing Beat-Tier poetry will not get you published.
I've published a couple of shitty poems.
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My flip flops fall like drip drops
When I walk in the door
I want more
Time and power
To push my position
Across the empty space that lives in this dimension
*drops mic*
my freestyle flows better than yours
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>>writing about writing
Fun stuff anon
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i love when people reference greek myth for the sake of referencing greek myth.
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