Who are the best 21st century poets?

A. E Stallings.

>>9161680
I'd bang her

>>9161680
what's wrong with her face?

>>9161685
Example?

>>9161680
Rupi Kuar

Just read all her stuff and take the bitch pill

>>9161721
It's really bad

>>9161710

MtF tranny. Look at the hands and forearms. Strategic choker to hide Adam's apple.

>>9161689
>>9161708

"""""her"""""

I am sick and tired of this. Every day I come to /lit/, and every day there is at least one thread up with an OP image of an attractive woman dressed scantily and posing seductively. It's probably the same one or two people who do it honestly. Let me tell you something, you faggot pieces of shit who are doing this: you are the poster child for everything that is wrong in literature, art, and society as a whole today. You are incapable of coming up with anything creative, thought provoking, or of substance, and you lack even the smallest modicum of intelligence, so you use "style" and "flash" and pizazz in place of it and to draw attention to yourself, because that's the only way your SHIT "creation" and ideas would ever get seen by anyone. And before you say anything, this has NOTHING to do with the fact that I don't have a girlfriend. Anyway, I will be petitioning the owner of this website to ban your asses, so enjoy being able to post here while it lasts, because it's not going to last long, just like you that one time you convinced an obese girl to let you fuck her.

>>9161761
New to /lit/ are we?

>>9161715
It's easy to find some of her stuff online.

>>9161736
Confirmed virgin.

>>9161774
No. This degenerate posts this shit everywhere. It's annoying.

>>9161781

Confirmed fag.

>>9161736
Everyone, laugh at the virgin.

>>9161800

Everyone, laugh at the fag.

>>9161807
At least a fag has sex.

>>9161680
Terrance Hayes
Major Jackson
Ocean Vuong
Claudia Rankine
Robin Coste Lewis
Tyehimba Jess
Kevin Young
Safiya Sinclair
Jericho Brown
Patricia Smith
Douglas Kearney

>>9161774
>>9161800
>>9161805
>>9161814

>Getting this assblasted

It's almost as if you enjoy it.

>>9161822
What's wrong with getting assblasted, friend? You should try it some time. Might pull that stick out your ass if someone stuck a dick up it.

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>>9161814

>>9161815
Examples

>>9161851
This thread is shit. Why should I put more effort beyond a list of poets? Google is your friend.

>>9161861
Exactly what I thought, I think it's the OP being a lazy gay fuck.

>>9161861
>>9161864
you make the thread shit

>>9161872
Deffo OP. Deffo a faggot.

Everyone report OP

>>9161736

Charli XCX I think

>>9161761
>doesn't understand using sluts to get attention

read some articles on advertisment perhaps

>>9161996
Advertisement is pornography, this is a literature board.

Savannah Brown desu

>>9161680

Rupi Kaur

>>9161897
You're right and she's definitely not a tranny. I went to see santigold probably 7-8 years ago and Charli was opening for her. We hung out after her show and it was really weird and intimate.

>>9161721
>>9162406
Both of you get out.

>>9162351
HAH! Look at the pleb!

>>9161774
>>9161794
>>9161996
>don't understand it's a copypasta

>>9161721
>>9162406
I
sure hope
you
guys don't mean
this unironically

>>9161680
Jorie Graham

Me
I haven't started yet, just wait another 10 years

>>9161761
new pasta

>>9161798
Confirmed homophobe

>>9165331
>Not respecting female cultural icons in 2017

Cmon man

>>9166000

>Stating facts is an expression of fear

huehuehue

>>9165906
I'll be waiting.

>>9161761
haha faggot

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>>9161685
I read this one at random.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/detail/41852

It was pretty okay actually.

I like this a lot:

>There was a time when you would brag
>How they would bay and rend apart
>The hopeless belling from a stag.
>You falter now for the foundered hart.

and that she used milk-teeth instead of baby teeth.

This not so much:

>Like angry words you might have meant,
>But do not mean, and can’t take back.

Post the good ones. Now if ever is the time. I've her open in a far off tab which I'll probably close without returning to after the evening's over.

On February 7, 1979, Pluto crossed over Neptune’s orbit and became the eighth planet from the sun for twenty years. A study in 1988 determined that Pluto’s path of orbit could never be accurately predicted. Labeled as “chaotic,” Pluto was later discredited from planet status in 2006.
Today, I broke your solar system. Oops.
My bad. Your graph said I was supposed
to make a nice little loop around the sun.

Naw.

I chaos like a motherfucker. Ain’t no one can
chart me. All the other planets, they think
I’m annoying. They think I’m an escaped
moon, running free.

Fuck your moon. Fuck your solar system.
Fuck your time. Your year? Your year ain’t
shit but a day to me. I could spend your
whole year turning the winds in my bed. Thinking
about rings and how Jupiter should just pussy
on up and marry me by now. Your day?

That’s an asswipe. A sniffle. Your whole day
is barely the start of my sunset.

My name means hell, bitch. I am hell, bitch. All the cold
you have yet to feel. Chaos like a motherfucker.
And you tried to order me. Called me ninth.
Somewhere in the mess of graphs and math and compass
you tried to make me follow rules. Rules? Fuck your
rules. Neptune, that bitch slow. And I deserve all the sun
I can get, and all the blue-gold sky I want around me.

It is February 7th, 1979 and my skin is more
copper than any sky will ever be. More metal.
Neptune is bitch-sobbing in my rearview,
and I got my running shoes on and all this sky that’s all mine.

Fuck your order. Fuck your time. I realigned the cosmos.
I chaosed all the hell you have yet to feel. Now all your kids
in the classrooms, they confused. All their clocks:
wrong. They don’t even know what the fuck to do.
They gotta memorize new songs and shit. And the other
planets, I fucked their orbits. I shook the sky. Chaos like
a motherfucker.

It is February 7th, 1979. The sky is blue-gold:
the freedom of possibility.

Today, I broke your solar system. Oops. My bad.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/detail/58056