Poetry thread. Post your favorites, your own, post anything.

GIVE me women, wine, and snuff
Untill I cry out "hold, enough!"
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection:
For, bless my beard, they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.

Passions of snow are flying;
A Cardinal bleeds against the evening on a worn bough.
Rosy cheeks fog the back window, a three-by-three pane
Overlooking grandmother's squash garden, quiet now in
The midst of our final months. Above it, the clock cuckoos,
gentle as the passions around.
Grandfather's squash garden is quiet now, too,
until next year.

>>8650884
Roses are blue
Violets are blue
Hydrangeas are blue
Forget-me-nots are blue

Miserable la ceguera que acosa
El alma libre que en el cielo goza
La cándida soltura de la libertad
El suelo fértil que abraza la luz de verdad
En el vuelo efímero sobrevive lejos
Pronto, será la prisión que ha de preceder a la muerte
Oscuras envolverán y estrangulan
Las garras son verdugos y deambulan
Sofocarán a la piedad del vivir, antes fuerte
Los pasos firmes serán reliquias y cenizas
De quién que divaga en el sórdido rumor
Caerá presa de la mentira y el fervor
Puede solo admirar las paredes macizas
Y en la planicie solitaria de su interior
Merodeará la nostalgia de haber abrazado el calor

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>>8650884
>don't cry, I'm not dead, I'm magic and everything!
Hahahaha, what mysticism.

Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.

Farewell, friends! The sails are set,
the wind is east, the moorings fret.
Shadows long before me lie,
beneath the ever-bending sky,
but islands lie behind the Sun
that I shall raise ere all is done;
lands there are to west of West,
where night is quiet and sleep is rest.

Guided by the Lonely Star,
beyond the utmost harbour-bar,
I'll find the heavens fair and free,
and beaches of the Starlit Sea.
Ship, my ship! I seek the West,
and fields and mountains ever blest.
Farewell to Middle-earth at last.
I see the Star above my mast!

Roses are red
Violets are purple
Actually violet
Best girl has a curple

>>8651362
*cringe*
Ayn Rand

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Here's one of mine.

>>8651397
>*action*
How new.

>>8651417
Eh, not bad.
I liked it.

>>8651422
I try.

>>8651433
Either way, that tombstone's poem is terrible.

>>8651432
Thanks.

>>8651435
Who's poem is that?

>>8651331
roses are rose
violets are violet
lilies are lily white
what if forget-me-nots forget me not truly?

:3

>>8651435
it's pretty

I love her so much
She is the only one who can stand me
Being with her gets me high as a tree
She teaches me how to really touch

I think this might sound like a bit much
But only when I am with her, do I feel free
She always says she has the key
But after all these times I tried molly, I still have not been set free

Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot
A constant habit; that when I would not
I change in vows, and in devotion.
As humorous is my contrition
As my profane love, and as soon forgot:
As riddlingly distempered, cold and hot,
As praying, as mute; as infinite, as none.
I durst not view heaven yesterday; and today
In prayers and flattering speeches I court God:
Tomorrow I quake with true fear of his rod.
So my devout fits come and go away
Like a fantastic ague; save that here
Those are my best days, when I shake with fear.

>>8651662
I love it.

>>8651441
Who is poem is that?

>>8652017
its author wrote the poem in 30ss but went to blow with thousand winds only a dozen years ago

she didn't haste :3

>>8650888
Good choice, just read for the first time a few days ago and really liked it.

Haven't read very much Keats but this one is definitely my favorite so far:

Fill for me a brimming bowl
And in it let me drown my soul:
But put therein some drug, designed
To Banish Women from my mind:
For I want not the stream inspiring
That fills the mind with--fond desiring,
But I want as deep a draught
As e'er from Lethe's wave was quaff'd;
From my despairing heart to charm
The Image of the fairest form
That e'er my reveling eyes beheld,
That e'er my wandering fancy spell'd.
In vain! away I cannot chace
The melting softness of that face,
The beaminess of those bright eyes,
That breast--earth's only Paradise.
My sight will never more be blest;
For all I see has lost its zest:
Nor with delight can I explore,
The Classic page, or Muse's lore.
Had she but known how beat my heart,
And with one smile reliev'd its smart
I should have felt a sweet relief,
I should have felt ``the joy of grief.''
Yet as the Tuscan mid the snow
Of Lapland dreams on sweet Arno,
Even so for ever shall she be
The Halo of my Memory.

What depths are these new found
Within my sturdy being?
Shook awake on crumbling ground,
Death seeps into my soul
Unbeknownst to me.
Continual, unceasing degradation,
Behind these veils and scenes.

In happy fogs I’ve known
Escape from all of this,
But is it for the best
To cease to ponder it?
To not toss and turn at night
And think of that abyss?
It happens anyway.

And who am I to say just who I am?
Where have I been, what have I been,
When I’ve stood outside of my own gates?
And what am I now, if nothing
But fleeting thoughts and speculations.

>>8652017
Who is poem is was that. But why?
Good day to you sir.

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>1/2
Why did they cheat on me?
I’m pretty sure my first girlfriend cheated on or had the intention to cheat on me. The guy was messaging her every day and she even had a late night skype call with him (3 am). She started being mean to me and I saw her flirt with my friend while refusing to spend any time with me at a party that I brought her to. She said it was unattractive how badly I wanted to have sex with her. She said that it’s a problem if I only wanted her for having sex after four and a half years of being in a relationship
How could she even think for a second that that’s all I wanted from her. I cared for her more than anyone else I have ever cared for. I went into credit card debt many times just to make her happy and I would spend my weekends working off that debt.
Why would she treat me like this? Why would she ever hurt me like that? Why do I still care? I’m so hurt and I’m not sure if I will ever recover. I’m so hurt and I can’t go more than two days without thinking about it. I want to confront her about it. I want to tell her how much I’m still hurting. How much I cared for her. She lied to me and then she shut me out.
All I wanted to do was talk. All I wanted to do was fix it but I gave up. I think she did too but she was never willing to admit it.
There’s a scene in a movie where the main character yells at his girlfriend on the phone “YOU HURT ME”. This is all I can think of as of late. It echoes in my head at random times. It is a primal scream that I have never been able to blurt. It’s true, she hurt. All I want to do is sit her down for hours and tell her all the different ways she hurt but what good would that do. Would it really be therapeutic for me? (Ignoring the psychological damage she would have to endure)
I could never face her again. At least not in any way that would go deeper than surface interaction. I think she misses me. She added me on Facebook and she reached out to me and I enjoyed talking to her again. Then I left to take a shower and could not stop thinking about all the ways she has hurt me. Does she know what she has done? If I have done anything wrong, I am not aware of it. Maybe I was too authoritative. Maybe she never felt comfortable enough to talk to me. Maybe I changed too much. Maybe I didn’t give her enough attention. Maybe I’m human. It feels shallow to pin those flaws to me being human but I know that I tried to talk to her. I tried so many times but I was met with more than resistance. It felt like she met my communication with a bat. It felt like every time I tried to talk about what was concerning me she would hurt me in another way. I gave up.

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>2/2
What else is there to do besides give up? I had given up on her so many times before but this time was different because she had given up too. The only reason she felt comfortable the relationship is because I pretended that despite all the flaws and the ways she hurt me that there was nothing she could do. That I just wanted to sleep with other girls. I really did want to try and live the life of a bachelor for a while but I now realize that the only reason I wanted that was combination of curiosity and self-esteem issues. I felt like I had to prove that I was good enough to myself and to other people. I was tired being treated like shit. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it.
She didn’t know what she was doing but I feel like she created a monster. I feel like a monster. She didn’t do it alone though. It feels like it was a group effort. My family told me to not go back and hook up with other girls. My friends told me the same thing. I felt a pressure to have sex with other women and I was more than ready to oblige. All I knew about leaving her was that the best way to get over it was to have sex with anyone.
Everyone was wrong. They will always be wrong. I can’t stop. I don’t know how. I want love but I don’t know how. I want human compassion but it all feels like its fading. I don’t feel human. I feel like I’ve cut a hole in life for myself to be cradled but I don’t want that. I don’t know what I’m talking about but it’s just how I feel. I have no idea what I mean.