Poetry Critique

The rose of this worldy life,
The rapine of this virtous strife,
Has alured me;
Alured me to the depths of ardous blithe

Why must I be allured?
Why must eros be so crude?
To bring me to this tempestous blight
To such torturous heights

Why must such a device be contrived?
Why must my heart be so deprived?

Oh eros! Why must you do so?
Oh eros! Why must I be so?
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>>9964841
>last time we had this
You mean yesterday, since the other thread is still up? Use the fucking catalogue.

poetry has to be the most esoteric thing for me

how the fuck do you even do it, I don't get the high level shit at all

Lilacs on the wind

Exhausted night
A hypnagogic perfume
Mirror; a facsimile? No.
Eidolon and fragmentary.
What do they smell like?
Lilacs on the wind.
Will I sleep again?

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My dad just wants to fuck
Yeah my dad just wants to fuck
Pulled his dick out and he fucked me with his tongue
Smoking on the gas, I ain't smoking on no bone, yuh
I don't give a fuck man I ate his booty crumbs

Yeah my dad just wanna fuck
I shoved my dick up his butt
Aye, imma go run up a check
Finger my dad's taint
Dick game on taint
Dick game on point
Bust on him like a pig
Dick say oink oink
My dad just wanna fuck
Yeah my dad just wanna fuck
Running up a check
I put my dick in his butt

>>9964841
Walking the light from the door
As it had opened aright to flood
The raiment of yellow light,
The maiden of sully darkness
Whet me in it's natural dark humidity
When she exclaimed I to have seat
To enunciate the words in mine book
Clear. The lullaby of much past poetry
Whose author is but the man alight.

My Girl (Incomplete)

Thoughts, the slave of life, and life's time fool

Oh! What is love, it all so yule--

Let all of life be menial ahowl!

All I need is just you, you so my graceful fancy.

Soul of my song --Oh, please hear me schmancy.

For you had love and I had lust.

The flesh of which; I deserved none.

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I like my body enraptured in that delicate one of yours.

Like a moonlit intertwine of mist and mast.

Shudder and quiver upon my touch!

Oh-- N'er shall I stop in the vast--

Of your full and glowing skin:

Rubicund and florid as you shiver;akin.

The trembling-firm-smoothness of your body--

How I remembered, kissing, kissing, kissing as the likes of Dolly.

Critique mine first fags