Write her a love poem, /lit/

I wait for you after class,
For you are my lass.
May God give us a pass,
Even though we don't attend mass.
You give me some sass,
But I have the brass,
Now let me fuck you up the ass.

fuck you, you fucking WHORE

u chose that ugly baby face POORFAG faggot over me, DUMB BITCH you will regret it

>>8589672
i keep having this dream
i am falling through water
a deep chasm
infinite, dark, desolate
i can see the light at the top fading as I sink to the bottom
the problem is not lack of breath
it's loneliness
as i progress deeper i see nothing but black
and
the deafening silence

i awake with you in my bed
a ringing in my head
and water in my ear
when you said you'd love me forever did you mean it

>>8589759

i want you to
SIT
on my face. thick ass bitch.

Thanks for fully JUSTing me. Nothing quite like it

No, I have been sweet enough, too much so I bet. I just want to choke fuck her. I will be sweet afterward.

>>8589916
you're too good for this board (not concerning your talent but personality-wise)

So you've left and crushed my dreams
Left me this pain inside my gut
My greatest regret it seems
I never stuck it in your butt

My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

>>8589672
No thank you, I like sex with women

Redhead
Cute
A little bit mute
Backflip here
Thought you were queer

>>8589672
Not once did you look my way
Why would you?
Who am I to to be wanted by they
Who with one look melts the glaciers blue

Already wrote her two books this year, she's got to wait a bit.

>>8589672
>her
This is /lit/ senpai

>>8590323
I've given a few girls poems and it all worked out fantastically, just don't write about eternity with them or any crazy shit like that.

you get on my fucking nerves
stop crying everytime i rise my
voice
ps i love you

>>8590522
t. Fag

Hallo you look angel
But you smell buffalo

We fuck now?
Or you take walk?

>>8589672
There once was a girl from New York
Whose ass I much wanted to pork
But when she showed me her cock
Which was hard as a rock
I stabbed my own eyes with a fork

>>8589672
There once was this redhead from school
And over her Facebook I'd drool
Although easy to fuck
I was down on my luck
And she just called me fat fool

I once fucked a girl who was daft
However she could work that shaft
But when I told her to suck
On my cock for good luck
Her teeth where not fit for the craft

>>8590678
A girl I met at the zoo
Suggested we'd fuck in the loo
When I got the wrong hole
The fifth base I stole
And mixed in her semen with poo

>>8589672
Should I read this to my crush?

What heavenly blowjobs you might give
Your mouth is still young it does not suffer from usage
Sweet pouty lips you have as well
If you would pleasure me I would caress your fire hair
And moan out loud, full of love to you

>>8590850
Definitely

there's a fear I have
that keeps me up at night.
my curtains- some type of plastic
block any light
from entering.
there's this fear I have,
a certain type that's so real
because it's so broad,
and unspecific,
and can,
and surely does
happen to anybody.
there's a fear I've got that spreads
like a virus through grade school-
remember we were all sick?
or like clichés in amateur poetry-
i do not write this with experience.
this is not an assignment.
i am not validating education-
i study math.
i'm writing because I'm scared
of taking you for granted.
And you're gone
before I realize
So I won't.
I promise
Love

>>8589912
lol get rekt bourgie

my hand and
my penis

Without a doubt
Two minutes
I'm in,
and out.

For sale: a heart, never loved
;-;

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For you i learned how to dress
how to speak,to laugh and to caress
In me you opened so many doors
but it all came with the heavy price of so many chores
With you i learned so many things
but deep in me i felt the stings
For we are so much different.

You were the first one to love me
yet sadly i couldn't extend the same to you.

Goodbye now my little ferret
our time together was great
but i couldn't help but Rekt.

>>8591363
Haha, nice meme :o

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I would love to see a black man cum inside of you.

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>>8591420
cum is white
poo is black
how about some assfuck?

ayo damn gurl u fine as fuck
u got bigass dumps like a truck
i'm tryna fuck u n shit

Again I think of her
the memories aren't any good
remembering only trash
it's enough
time for a pause
i don't want to see the ugly living scum ever again

swag swag swag swag swag
swag swag swag swag swag
swag swag swag swag swag
swag swag swag swag swag

swag

itt rhymes

hey there qt
lemme toot in the booty

She comin through
She comin through
She suckin dick
She suckin dick
She suck my dick so good
I like god damn
You dirty bitch
You dirty bitch, you

My love for you,
Is like a truck,
Berserker
Do you want to,
Making fuck,
Berserker

you were nastenka but i was no dreamer

i thought you were made for me
i thought you too wanted me
but you said "my boyfriend is sick
i am going to see him tomorrow
so we can't meet"
i asked "who's sick?
you said "my boyfriend"
i must have looked retarded

your friendship may be genuine
but i am a goalless fedora who needs
you were my goal for the time being
but now i am lost again
and i want you to please stop
keeping so close to me, you
dostoyevsque whore

>>8589672
The first light of god,
Projected through the tiny space
Between your upper frontal teeth
In a scornful grin towards the darkness.

Your glare of divine radiation,
Focus on this clay doll and ignite,
A lost and thirsty mind.
Pull me out the depths of blindness,
To behold you, a flesh-made sun,
Bathing in the everlasting dawn.

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My dear,
I wish I could imperialize you
but it's the wrong century
instead you have imperialized my heart
and exploited my soul
for cheap labor

now you must uplift the savage
having tamed him

but
there's still one stiff backed
member
of the tribe
spear thrust aloft
take a firm hand with him !

If you don't want to get ravaged

I am tortured
by my thoughts
and by your commands

I am tortured
by your cock
and by my hands

I am broken
because it is the wrong time
and you are the wrong person

I -

I love -

I love you -

the words fill my mouth
full of you every afternoon
for you every afternoon

but they will never be said

because it is not what you want

>>8590737
>>8590678
>>8590636
>>8590586

top form

Love and loneliness
are two sides of the
same coin (for some)
that we often keep
loose in our pockets.

Ignoring the jingle
of change as we walk
holding hands with a
stranger.

>>8595711
I (shamefully) fuck with this

I feel obliged to balance out all the good humor in this thread, as worthy as it may be, with something which more directly answers OP's prompt, as bad as it may be. It's a little experiment for me in free verse--and indeed I fear it is free, as I'm not sure how attentive I was to doing as good a job as Eliot would enjoin, even if the sentiment was 'genuine' (whatever that may mean in 2016). And yes, there is one very long line in there, which I suppose is cheesy.

To a Girl Who Cuts her Thighs

The gold from the white gates you thresh
As if true treasure might be given of that flesh;
But come, set down awhile at this blank page and fresh;
Enumerate with me the warps worked in the mesh.

I would that with the thoughtful stroke of this small finger
I might redeem with ink that striate red,
Closing it fast ensuturèd.
But for that you’d need a better singer
And a fuller, older, more ghost-sanctioned song;
Which such a thing I may yet produce,
Though you mought needs wait, O, long and long.
But this I think I’ll try to say.
What if the world consists of unexceptional refuse?
Very well: we most treasure what is thrown away.
What if there is nothing to be done?
So much better: the best things are not done nor undone.
Do you find no comfort in such rhetoric?
How good! Your heart, at least, is not yet sick.
And being unsick, you are fit to be the sacrificial horse:
Your dísjunct eyeballs, veinèd pearls, shall feed the wondrous octopodes upon the seafloor; your pérfumed hands shall be snatch’d up by many a wooing lover, ancient, of our time, or of succeeding time, or at home upon the Vedic plains or under leering concrete arches; your spherèd back shall be pimpled with those singing comets and sensual, venereal stars: the ages shall form a procession of all goodly things and all goodly animals and people about your corse,
And the infinite oceans of our lives shall be but eddies under the soles of your pearly feet:
And all these rites, all these, the taxi driver and the theologian equally will find meet.

Would you not wish your body so cosmologized?
Nor would I; yet th’immortals are entised,
And you must not refuse them
The harp and harpist to their timeless Hymn.

>>8589672
Why do I feel
That I need to be
Everything you want?

>>8589672
>tfw read and sometimes even write romantic poetry
>tfw don't have anyone to give it to

is this how the loner "intellectual" stereotype starts?

>>8596199
Is it real romance though if you're not writing from passion?

Woke up this mornin'
Got yourself a gun
Mama always said you'd be the chosen one
She said, 'You're one in a million
You got to burn to shine'
That you were born under a bad sign
With a blue moon in your eyes (yeah)

>implying I can write poetry other than stupid rap garbage

Listen
I'm a doughy anti-social borderline autist with non existent self esteem and no obvious redeeming qualities who uses too many buzzwords
You're the antithesis to everything I'm passively annoyed by and infinitely enraged at in 99.999999% of humans
You are the antidote to my cynicism and the heavenly refutation of my nihilism
But I'm a little too autistic to initiate conversation so I'm just gonna sit here and wallow in misery and shitpost on a Nepalese cookbook exchanging forum
Last week was a good time to kill myself

I want
To fuck
You
In the ass.

>>8590519
>just don't write about eternity with them or any crazy shit like that
but that was exactly what i was going to write man??

My mind wasn't good or stable,
I just wanted to be loved,
To forget the excruciating past and distract myself, but I went about it the wrong way,
I wish you would say something to me, anything
Even if it's just "Go away."
I wanted you to love me...no that's not true
The you I want to love was never you
It was someone who didn't exist
But I wanted our friendship to go a bit further
I hoped you would agree
But you don't even remember the time you laid with me,
I wanted a comforting embrace from someone close,
To kill my demons and feel more whole
But I drove you away, I am alone
When I had chances with others I lost them all
There no are comforting boys with their warm frames,
I feel pain in my chest,
My life is in shambles,
I feel threatened by death,
Truly being the ward has killed so much of me,
Imagination is my only true joy
My only true dream,
I wish someone would love me.

>>8596303
Dj high tek

You're a fucking cunt and you ruined me forever.

The end.

>>8596651
I fucked your cunt and it ruined me forever.

Fin.

Wish you existed

the end

>>8596060
But you already are.

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Arms so pale, you can see the veins
Mind so numb, I can't feel the blade
The blood is pooling at my feet
One cut for every promise I couldn't keep
Therapists don't understand
The pain inflicted by my hand
I have to stripe my pallid skin
Because I can't stop thinking about him

>>8589672
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Besides the springs of Dove;
A maid whome there were none to praise
And very few to love.

A violet by a mossy stone--
Half hidden from the eye,
As fair as a star when only one
Was shining in the sky.

She lived unknown and few could know,
When Lucy ceased to be,
But she is in her grave and, oh,
The difference to me!

>>8589916
course she meant it.

why would she say it if she didn't mean it..

JUST ONE WHIFF

WILL GET ME STIFF

>>8597402
How are you finding the twenty-first century, Will?

>>8597402
Pretty decent desu.

Please God, let me meet her. All I want to is to find that perfect girl I know exists. She’s sweet and shy and my age and likes all the things I do, perhaps even is on this site itself. The girl who won’t secretly think I’m a loser, the girl I can cuddle with (even if only possible online) and spent nights talking to and laughing and sharing happiness. Someone who can reciprocate the love I put in, the girl who I can make feel safe and secure unconditionally and can fill this gaping, empty void in my heart.Please, just let me find this person. I’ll change everything about me if that’s what it takes Please, I just can’t take the loneliness anymore.

>>8598248
You're doomed in all of your romantic relationships if that's how you choose to approach love and expectations.

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>>8598248
>tfw i met this girl and turns out she has a bf and only wants my friendship

>>8589672
"Love Song"

If I had a hammer,
I'd build a house for two.
And if I had a sailing ship,
I'd take a trip with you.

And if I had a poet's hand,
I'd write a verse for thee.
And if I had the painter's touch,
On canvas you would be.

But I don't have a hammer,
And I don't have a ship,
So I can't build a house,
And we can't take a trip.

And I'll never be a poet,
Nor have the painter's grace,
So I'll never write your verse,
Nor immortalize your face.

And also, I have herpes.

>>8589672
Ti ho guardata sul terrazzo della tua casa. Non sempre ti guardo come dovrei. Sei annoiata e triste e ritrosa e silenziosa e mai pienamente soddisfatta. È quello che mi ha catturato. Hai sempre quest'aria di incomunicabile, strana, tristezza perenne a cui non c'è rimedio. Non volevo essere felici assieme, solo condividerla. Ma non è andata così. Io ero di un'altra e tu di altri cento. Come eri bella al mio matrimonio. Ho guardato il nome del tuo fidanzato cambiare ancora e ancora e ancora, e la tua incomunicabile tristezza rimanere uguale. Mi sono masturbato non so più quante volte pensandoti. Una notte ho sognato che mentre lo facevamo piangevamo entrambi. Eri così bella che ho bagnato le lenzuola. Ti ho sempre amato teneramente. Ti ho amato mentre dipingevi. Ti ho amato mentre fumavi. Ti ho amato mentre cercavi disperatamente di non pensare al fatto che, nonostante tutto, non sei mai riuscita ad essere felice. Ti ho sempre amato teneramente. Ave atque vale Martina.

>>8589672
bitch im gay
get the fuck away
I want my cock
in a boys poop sock

>>8590329

I like this one anon

pls let me
lick your
qt pussy

>>8597677
Not sure if bait.

>>8590329
nice

>>8589672
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
you have a sweet ass,
lemme fuck you

>>8593173
the first stanza is great, the second not so much

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>>8589912

>>8589672
leaves roll in my parent's yard
another day watching your
photos from california develop
big leaves and plain drawings
litter your apartment floor

a repeated word
pitiful and rich
a broken glass
casting rainbows on the porch
a cigarette burn
on the left hand from the right

your love sits uncomfortably in my gut

>>8589672
I don't write in english, but I'll do my best:

It's one AM and I don't know if you're sleeping or maybe trying to fall asleep, watching Seinfeld or whatever is on cable.
I wish I was in bed next to you but I am in my room, writing a poem in english for you, at 1 am
I hope you wake up feeling a completely satisfactory sleep.

Ich habe immer, immer dein gedacht,
Mein Schwanz wird biz zum Ende gebracht;
Ich würde deine Fotze gerne ficken,
Bitte, lass mich dein Arschloch lecken.

hey i know i seem autistic
but could you let me get that biscuit

>>8589672
Wrote this about my prom date a couple years back.

Have you ever wielded a chariot in both hands?
Driving it like a machine gun turret
down roads, dozing
beneath orange flourescent bed lamps.
Every Pinnnngggggg or scrape or shriek
a hubcap bolt flinging itself against the pavement
unworthy of a seat in Caesar’s chariot.
It’s like no one has ever had the cojones
to pilot a Honda Civic like this.
Popping its drifting cherry
like the paint spilling
over its frame. The yellow-haired Aphrodite
in the front seat is draped
in the glow of cushion seats punctured
by the nose kick of a pack
or two
or thirty.
I want to feed her grapes
like the Romans always did,
but the only thing I have in here with a vine
is a Royal Pine Air freshener dangling
from the mirror. A tree for dice trade
that barely covered up the Marlboro Musk.
She deserves
more.
Like a vineyard.
She and I can frolic on a château in the Alps,
Picking grapes, sipping wine, sitting next to each other, indian-style, just,
Inhaling each other’s breath. Speed
is six feet under. My wheels,
a fusion of snails, molasses, and the suspended heartbeat
between the declaration of love
and a reply.
Her Lips
On Mine.
Have you ever had the wind knocked out of you by the sight of a driveway?

>>8589672
My darling, when you are away,
I fail to miss you;
And when we'll part, no memories will
Remain.
My mind's too shallow of an artist
To paint a picture of such scope.

When, long ago, the gods created Earth
InJove'sfair image Man was shaped at birth.
The beasts for lesser parts were next designed;
Yet were they too remote from humankind.
To fill the gap, and join the rest to Man,
Th'Olympianhost conceiv'd a clever plan.
A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.

As hard as it may seem
As tough a pill to swallow
While he may leave you
Your half-black kid won't follow

He's a doll
I like him so
Wish he'd fuck me hard and slow
Light a fag after the act
And cuddle me with his dick in my back

But he's not mine
It's too late
We will never copulate
And I must cry and mourn this fact
Just hope his bitch gets an infection in her urinary tract

>>8603309
Literally the only good one.

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A full submergence unto my soul
Leaves a trail of broken bones
Of flesh that has been torn
By a heart hurt by love

The care for one another
Builds a road between each other
A fire grows, as we gather
And burns us when we are further

I wish to hold your hand again
Knowing that I can’t brings me pain
Your lips stay so far away
And my lips say you should stay

Life wants us to realize
That the feelings that arise
Are subject to the lies
Of a future we hypothesize

It makes sense to part ways
To never see each other again
That leaves my heart astray
Knowing that brings me pain

I try to find the strength
To do the right thing
Sometimes I don’t know where to look
And your memories overtake

What does /lit/ think? What did this poem make you feel?

>>8589672
I would but i can only write in spanish

>>8603778
Escribe lo que sientes. No tengas miedo a someterte a tu ser.

>>8603781
Este es uno que escribí hace algún tiempo
Has llegado a mí en brisa de agosto
Sin parar yo de buscar te he encontrado súbitamente
Como quien busca un tesoro en un mar profundamente
Colmado de decepciones y sosiego angosto.

Has habitado en mí, longeva y subrepticia
En ausencia, una pieza vacía de cual nada sabía
Que escondido en invisibles memorias estaría
Y de verlo de ti solo he de necesitar tu hábil caricia
R8 H8 Good M8

You came to me in August's breeze
Ceaselessly looking I found you fully
As how someone searches profoundly for treasure in the sea
Full of deception and quiet narrowness

You have lived in me, old and surreptitious
Without you, an empty room of which I knew nothing
Hidden in invisible memories, I'd be
And by seeing it from you I only need you skillful caress

Just came up with this. What does /lit/ think?

>>8603813
Did you put it on Google translate or did you do it by yourself?
It's not well translated

>>8603774
Im not a fan of rhymin poetry
but it was better than most of the shit people come up with here

>>8603819
I tried my best. What parts, if not everything, miss the meaning of what you wrote?

>>8603404
Tips for improving this

>>8603825
Instead of fully, suddenly
Instead of in the sea, in a sea,
Instead of i'd be, it'd be
Instead of you skillful caress, your skilfull caress
And i wouldn't use old since i don't like the sound of it, but i can't came up with a beter word.
Since you can read read spanish apparently, could you at leeast give me your opinion on the poem?

>>8603846

You came to me in August's breeze
Ceaselessly looking I found you suddenly
As how someone searches profoundly for treasure in a sea
Full of deception and quiet narrowness

You have lived in me, old and surreptitious
Without you, an empty room of which I knew nothing
Hidden in invisible memories, it'd be
And by seeing it from you I only need your skillful caress

Appreciate the hints. It's definitely hard to keep meaning in translations, although I don't agree with all your suggestions.
Regardless, I like your poem. It's very visual in describing the emotions, but that may be just the way I think while I read. Very good use of language in describing the analogies. It may just be me, but I'd like more clarity on what the situation that led to these feelings, was it a long relationship? did the separation happen because of strong justifiable reasons? Did you make mistakes? Is the relationship ongoing and is all birds and rainbows? etc..

overall, although I hate using this cheap rating system, 7/10 and I have high standards

>>8603872
It´s ok, i wasn't going for direct meanings so i understand that you couldn't get everything right. Nonetheless i thought your translations sounded good, and i appreciate it. The rhyming is all gone, of course, but htat's epected, i guess.

The poem is about falling in love, after a disappointing relationship. That was what i was thinking when writing it, though it's not explicit because i didn´t much time in it, and also it's a short poem.
Thanks for your opinion

>>8589672
I've just met you, but I love you already.
If I ask you to kiss me, will you think that I'm greedy?
The thought of you leaving me make me feel fear.
Cause I haven't fucked in more than a year.

>>8603794
It's a piece of mierda. What do you read?

Roses are red
Violets are blue
My hatred of mankind
Applies also to you

>>8589916
liam?

>>8604701
Why do you ask?

>>8604833
shame on you. Sloane

>>8597412
Have you ever threatened to kill someone you hated? It is the same principle I suppose.

The band on that immortal claw
that trips my breaking maw
Daw haw law traw
lemme fuck dat pussai paw

>>8589885
lol

>>8589916
This is good.

I love you more than Street Fighter 2,
More than Ken, more than Ryu,

More than Guile, more than E. Honda,
More than Dhalsim, more than Blanka,

I love you more than Chun-Li's thighs,
were loved by me when i was five.

>>8589672
I.
a mother's power lies in bringing you into this world
you arrive crying of sadness from the separation of your souls
how painful it must be, a good thing
perhaps
that we are mute

a mother's love is unlike any other, visceral and ancient
she sees you as she saw your father, you are her champion
perhaps
this was the problem

too young to understand, but just old enough to remember
they kept wondering why i would draw orifices at school
you do not know it yet
but you have been dead to me for a long time


II.
i choose to tell you not for sympathy
the devil deserves none so why should i?
but in hopes that you would understand
or at least pretend too
some secrets are better left untold
in your case and in mine
as i continuously pushed you away
you thought it was you
i just had never let anyone
in

that is past
and
as these characters join the trillions of others lost in cyber space
these characters will break up into a infinite pieces of data
it makes sense that if you break your word
then you are nothing

and while
losing you hurt a lot
i had lost you a long time ago

the simple fact that
everything is lost at one point or another
finally makes sense
and
loving someone and relying on them are
two separate sins

III.
to say that no one else will make us happy is a lie
but it is not the truth either
it will be guarded, reserved
like the those secrets we whisper to ourselves in the dark
listening only to the beating of our heart
or a king's gold locked away in a chest

if brain knows that this is for the best
believing the distance would slowly ebb away at my sanity
why does my heart convulse when i am still?
why does my stomach feel empty after i have eaten?
why do my eyes see you in the pitch black?

i know why but i do not say it
i still love you

>>8605279
dark. you seem sad.

>>8605279
spelling errors aside, bravo

>about her
Her warmth is the cessation of causation, stay still and surrender.

I saw the current of your adriatic hair crashing amongst the tiles.
Bits of vomit, spit and all sorts of human acuetrements that filla the air with a tepid stench as I kick the cat away from trying to taste.

So onto the side you go
Sung to sleep by rattling of pipes
And my frustration

Years of lust
Years of loss
Years of rust
Years of growing moss
I'm ready to leave.

You have the stink of old mollusc about you.
Yeah, no, the years ain't been kind
Your once bright eyes, dark and sunken.
What happened to lil baby blue?
“Time, too much money, and your absence”
I cannot be the grinding wheel
I am no threshingfloor workman
I do not split wheat from chaff
I am not yours and yours alone
to pick apart as you please.
Keep your words off me.
Your kaleidoscope vernacular
disgusts me.
Your touch on my cock
disgusts me.
Your yellow churning sickness
disgusts me.
But your wounds
enthrall me.
Show me your flesh so I may pick at the scabs.
Show me where he hit you,
let me in where you didn't let him
but where he went on inside, anyways.
I'll pour salt upon all your jagged dreams.
Give out a cold, ragged scream.

But when I get home afterwards,
I still upend the bottle until the room starts shaking
and the ground will not quit its' ceaseless, infernal movement
and my stomach threatens to burst from my throat.
Choking on cigarettes and staring at the cold, chiseled dagger in the sky.
No matter how I try to turn this heart to stone
the clouds still look like love's innards.
The fence posts still look like love's bones.

A razor burns as red as the wine in my gut.

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I'll post this, which I wrote at the request of an anon here. Its a love poem of sorts.


Lo

/For Anon
and
Vladimir Nabokov/

Sunbeams ooze like drool from heaven
I wake as something stirs beside me
And my blood halts in my heart
And something stirs inside me
What demon is this?
Which curves its lips
At some moving picture
Playing just behind
Lightly lidded eyes
Who's lashes are dusty and gold
Like hot light which falls past a garden
Hiding within, something unseen
But which I am sure must be green
And alluring like Narcissus' pool
Tongue in cheek I think
“How unfortunate this misfortune is
To be shackled to my warm bed
By the dent of a spine and finely formed hips
With this mane all splayed upon my head
Tickling my nose with a delicate scent”
But I know the truth, that which keeps me
That which feeds a dragon inside
Whose maw is wide and scorches me
With fire
That is the Id
And this fairy child
Whose dirty feet curl like a winding street
And send me tumbling
Crumbling my will like the cobblestone
Of some hidden Parisan alley
But whose dark corners
Allay the iron taste
Which tempts my teeth to eat

you are as the earth
vast in beauty
and I , the sky
inseparable
in intimate repose
that the ages may never mar

>>8589672
The rooms are ready
To each his own
Presence unsteady
Your rent is known

The patron doubts
You won't default
I turn en route
Spin like a top

My ugly neighbor
Clatter of a carriage
Acrid English tobacco
A smell I've disparaged

O my mistress
Who laughs and drinks
Of prayerful missives
And nightstand slinks

And all together
In this hotel
Know the words of the aether
As at Babel

With double locks
We close our doors
Each man has brought
His lone amour

Crawling across
"I love you,"
Cursing myself

>>8595983
I liked it but I think your choice of words takes me out of the poem. If it's supposed to be hymn-like, it probably wouldn't use words like cosmologized and octopodes. Otherwise, you are dancing on the line between poetic and trying to look poetic with long words.

>What if the world consists of unexceptional refuse?
>Very well: we most treasure what is thrown away.
>What if there is nothing to be done?
>So much better: the best things are not done nor undone.
>Do you find no comfort in such rhetoric?
>How good! Your heart, at least, is not yet sick

I liked this

>>8589672
Fuck a bad bitch cause I look like Jesus Christ
She tryin a play some games like her name was Milton Bradley
You got a fat ass damn I call that a fattie
When I ask to hit dat ass you never get catty

Is it gay to send a chick you want to date a medieval style poem in a letter?

Serious question.

>>8606621
Does she like you or had she dropped hints? If not she'll probably label you an autist weirdo. That's at least what happened to me.

>>8606621
read don quixote and get a little self-aware

>>8589916
Am I on tumblr

For my son

http://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2016-08-04/wealth-inequality-may-not-work-the-way-piketty-thinks

>>8607388
fuck.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Why are you and she the same
Only set apart by face and name
We are waves of the same sea
If I'm not different then why me
Is there a point to this frivolous charade
Or should I quit then die once paid
Do we align when all is done
Or are we just seeds under the sun

(Sorry, I've never tried poetry before. It was kinda fun I guess.)

>>8607391
That was nice, I'd be happy to receive that as a son.

I guess we fell together
and I guess we fit too.

I feel like summer's heat,
died in autumn's embrace

I just wonder how long
till winter takes me away

I know spring will come
but I won't bloom with you