We post god tier short poems, 14 lines or less. I'll start with a famous one by the Arab master poet Adonis:
A WORLD OF MAGIC
Between the Lord of Days and me:
No hatred. No vendetta.
Everything's over.
He's barricaded time
behind a palisade of cloud.
My world goes on as magically as ever.
I contradict the wind. I scar
the waves before I scurry
from my bottle in the sea.
>>9049378
FLEAS
Adam,
Had 'em.
Seriously tho, pic related is one of my favourites
>>9049378
LOSS
Loss, loss.
Loss saves us. It guides
our footsteps.
And loss is a radiance,
all else a mask.
Loss unifies us with something
other than us.
And loss fastens the face of the sea
to our dreaming.
And loss is just waiting.
>>9049390
hm. pretty fantasy. fucking cummings.
THING, LANGUAGE
by Jack Spicer
This
ocean
humiliating in its disguises
tougher than anything.
No one listens to poetry.
The ocean
does not mean to be listened to.
A drop
or crash
of water.
It means nothing.
It is
bread and butter
pepper and salt.
The death that young men hope for.
Endlessly it pounds the shore.
White and aimless signals.
No one listens to poetry.
>>9049416
not technically 14 lines but some lines are super short, so
An Irish Airman Foresees his Death
by William Butler Yeats
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
>>9049439
Technically 16 lines