Itt: redpilled and r9k approved poetry

Oh time, where do you go?
When I'm so alone and so
Working my ass off wagecucking
KILL ALL JEWS

Robinson jeffers

this fucking shit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxZpEFJhO6k

>>34832864
>/r9k/ is /pol/
I hate this meme

In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The trees were black where the bark was wet.
I see them yet, in the spring of the year.
He broke me a bough of the blossoming peach
That was out of the way and hard to reach.

In the fall of the year, in the fall of the year,
I walked the road beside my dear.
The rooks went up with a raucous trill.
I hear them still, in the fall of the year.
He laughed at all I dared to praise,
And broke my heart, in little ways.

Year be springing or year be falling,
The bark will drip and the birds be calling.
There's much that's fine to see and hear
In the spring of a year, in the fall of a year.
'Tis not love's going hurt my days.
But that it went in little ways.

>>34833011
I'm playing though I don't hate Jews

>>34833076
Very nice, who is the author

There is no solace in solitude
I rot and I writhe
While others take delight
I rot and I writhe
While others ignore my plight
I am alive
I am a person
But others do not see
I rot and I writhe
While others delight
I am a worm
And that is all I will ever be

>>34833175
Edna St. Vincent Millay

possibly her only good poem

>>34832818
dank memes
and failed dreams
chad gleams
my oneitis creams

sad, lonely days
happiness so far away
is this the price i pay,
for wasting my days away?

Yeats eloquently gettin back at some roastie who didn't want to be his GF:

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

***

John Donne would have posted in /lit/ and /r9k/ (that is until he wed his oneitis and was happy):

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear,
No where
Lives a woman true, and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet;
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.

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Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

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Through the boards you scroll
which one takes a toll?
a toll of social anxiety and self doubt
or pleasuring yourself to traps with a spout
on /b/ you browse, through Fb faps and dick rates
maybe a funny greentext to be screencapped with the greats
on r9k you find autism and tards,never skinny,
always fat lards

I

Damn it all! all this our South stinks peace.
You whoreson dog, Papiols, come! Let's to music!
I have no life save when the swords clash.
But ah! when I see the standards gold, vair, purple, opposing
And the broad fields beneath them turn crimson,
Then howls my heart nigh mad with rejoicing.
II

In hot summer have I great rejoicing
When the tempests kill the earth's foul peace,
And the lightnings from black heav'n flash crimson,
And the fierce thunders roar me their music
And the winds shriek through the clouds mad, opposing,
And through all the riven skies God's swords clash.
III

Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash!
And the shrill neighs of destriers in battle rejoicing,
Spiked breast to spiked breast opposing!
Better one hour's stour than a year's peace
With fat boards, bawds, wine and frail music!
Bah! there's no wine like the blood's crimson!
IV

And I love to see the sun rise blood-crimson.
And I watch his spears through the dark clash
And it fills all my heart with rejoicing
And pries wide my mouth with fast music
When I see him so scorn and defy peace,
His lone might 'gainst all darkness opposing.
V

The man who fears war and squats opposing
My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson
But is fit only to rot in womanish peace
Far from where worth's won and the swords clash
For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing;
Yea, I fill all the air with my music.
VI

Papiols, Papiols, to the music!
There's no sound like to swords swords opposing,
No cry like the battle's rejoicing
When our elbows and swords drip the crimson
And our charges 'gainst "The Leopard's" rush clash.
May God damn for ever all who cry "Peace!"
VII

And let the music of the swords make them crimson!
Hell grant soon we hear again the swords clash!
Hell blot black for always the thought "Peace!"

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>>34832818
Life bores me to death
I carry on, dead inside
Until my last breath

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>>34832996
My man, this is so well done

I like how after every verse Tibet gives you some time to think about what the fuck Ligotti meant by that and as soon as you begin to form some sort of explanation he hits you with something even more disturbing

The soft voices under the synths also creep me out, I can't make out what they're saying but I imagine it's the voice of the lunatic or the sleeping / dead man or the funny funny man etc. Constant shivers down my spine

>mfw realizing why the children laughed at the man and what was really meant by 'roll'

>>34833667
ligotti is such a maudlinigger

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who here /lermontov/

>>34832818
My youth was stolen
not by some evil witch
not because of some spell
not because i had a twitch
not because i lived in hell

i sold it to the millions faceless
so i may run from those born faced
i went about the daily races
but never took the time to think

maybe ive carved this out for myself
if be this the case, i say oh well

till tomorrow my sweet friend
everyday we lose ourselves

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>>34833702
>maudlinigger

>>34833722
Who is the author
Originate anal

Frank Bidart is edgy af
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/50170

Once, on the farm, when I was a kid,
I was screwing a goat; and the rope around his neck
when he tried to get away
pulled tight; and just when I came,
he died...
I came back the next day; jacked off over his body;
but it didn't do any good...

Mom once said:
'Man's spunk is the salt of the earth,

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potential wastes away
in front of flickering screens
we're waiting for a day
the burden will be lifted
but it likely will never come
the sun may rise
but our curtains are down
up to our gills in poison pills
and mind destroying maymays
betas, spergs, and helpless NEETs
addicted to sugar and tendie treats
conditioned behavior, we're under the spell
living in our own self-deconstructed hell
ugly, retarded, awkward, and gay
some day a soft rain will wash us away


i have no fucking idea what makes a good poem and i kind of hate poetry because it's hard to objectively judge it, and i inevitably hyper-critically pick apart everything I write immediately after it comes out of me
It kinda sucks because I want to write music but that makes writing lyrics hard

>>34834006
Jus b ur slf
Orlando

I hold its hand with bitter greed, without it might I be free?
But need that be?
I quite like these chains clasped to my feet.
Lapping links wrapped round n round
coiled tightly as a snake.
These bonds hold more than just a form,
pierce broken heart, through torn out lungs, pulsed from my mouth to those I loved.
These weighted veins course through my frame chop through skull pour into brain.
Words, potent venom stains wretched over you, a pretty face, whose hurt and pain I wish to taste.
Tear down ones dreams, and break their knees, Ill steal the breath from reeling screams.
Upset, rotgut, fiery flames, please curse my name, I want nothing more but to be your bane.
Outlets, hobbies and finer things, pile high flick light and let it blaze.
I want the cold ash to smear your face.
With these chains come cement bricks.
Swirl them round, spew blood and gnash in shaking fits.
Not one thing you can do to bring me close or near to you.
No smile wide, or happy eyes, something mother wished, yet I despised.
Persistently petty, just one in the same.
Potentially bad luck, a poor start in the game.
Perhaps, a sick twist in fate.
Or maybe I just Love being in Hate

>>34834006
My professors always encourage students to try and say something that's never been said before. When first starting out, try to get away from "expressing yourself" and focus more on playing around with sound and figurative language and wordplay and such. Also rhyming can be very difficult to pull off without it sounding totally forced when you're first starting out. Try playing around with internal rhyme instead. Also, the best way to become a good writer is to read. There are plenty of websites that have thousands of poems from famous poets that you can read for free. Check them out, find a poet that you like, and maybe try to emulate their style a bit but with your own spin on it. Hope this helps!

faggotry
faggotry so absolute
uncompromising and dissolute
faggotry so all-consuming
far beyond mere metro grooming
this cruel menagerie of fail
modern information jail
retards post their feels online
archived until the end of time
this humongous mass
of spaghetti on display
for your amusement
what have you, to say for yourself?
how to escape this cycle?
just b ur self

>>34834224
appreciate the help m80. What exactly do you mean by internal rhyme? Like, counting the number of syllables in a line or something like that?
as far as poets, I guess I like pretty basic entry-level stuff. Ezra Pound, Kipling.
It really seems like they write in a different language now. Us postmoderns speak in a crude and clumsy language, but to try and write like Pound or Kipling today comes off as insincere or some kind of LARPing.

>>34833950
that's a great poem

>Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher
>By Walter Savage Landor

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life;
It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The way that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in
Like cattle
You run
Stripped of
Your life's worth
Human mice, for the Angel of Death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood

Destroying, without mercy
To benefit the Aryan race

Surgery, with no anesthesia
Feel the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death

Pumped with fluid, inside your brain
Pressure in your skull begins pushing through your eyes
Burning flesh, drips away
Test of heat burns your skin, your mind starts to boil
Frigid cold, cracks your limbs
How long can you last
In this frozen water burial?
Sewn together, joining heads
Just a matter of time
'Til you rip yourselves apart
Millions laid out in their
Crowded tombs
Sickening ways to achieve
The holocaust
Seas of blood, bury life
Smell your death as it burns
Deep inside of you
Abacinate, eyes that bleed
Praying for the end of
Your wide awake nightmare
Wings of pain, reach out for you
His face of death staring down,
Your blood running cold
Injecting cells, dying eyes
Feeding on the screams of
The mutants he's creating
Pathetic harmless victims
Left to die
Rancid Angel of Death
Flying free

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy - willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.

>>34834525
Swollen with liquid
Ready to burst
A load of my lymph
Will quench this dead body's thirst
One month in the grave
Twisted and half decayed
She turned a putrid yellow
I pissed in her maggot filled asshole
Fucking the rotting
My semen is bleeding
The smell of decay
Seeps from her genital cavity
The smell was unbearable As I unburied her
I cum blood from my erection
I feel it run
Down her throat, swallow
Eyes glassy and vacant
Body dug up to play with
Skin greasy and naked
Tonguing her rotted anus
I need a live woman
To fill with my fluid
A delicate girl, to mutilate, fuck and kill
Her body exceptional
She thought I was normal
But I wanted more
I came blood inside of her
Choking on the clot
Gagging on the snot
Gushing blood, from her mouth
Bloody gel leaking out
Body buried in a shallow grave
Unmarked for none to find
The sickness I have left behind
Undetected go my crimes
The greatest thrill of my life
Slit my own cock with a knife
Violent, climax Serging serum on my skin
Back from the dead
I am resurrected to spew, putrefaction

>>34834525
Dude, that'd make a great metal song just make it go chuggachuggachugga DUNUH REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

They think they know who I am
All they know is I love to kill
Face down, dead on the ground
Find me before another is found

I come alive in the darkness
Left murdered and nameless
Dead unburied and rotten
Half eaten by insects

She was so beautiful
I had to kill her

Tied her up
And taped her mouth shut
Couldn't scream
Raped violently
Rope tight, around her throat
Her body twitches
As she chokes

Strangulation caused her death
Just like all the others
Raped before and after death
Stripped, naked, tortured

They're all dead, they're all dead
They're all dead, by strangulation

I come alive in the darkness
Left murdered and nameless
Dead unburied and rotten
Half eaten by insects

It felt so good to kill

I took their lives away
7 dead, lying rotten
Unburied victims
their naked bodies putrefy

Strangulation caused her death
Just like all the others
Raped before and after death
Stripped, naked, tortured

They're all dead, they're all dead
They're all dead, by strangulation

I come alive in the darkness
Left murdered and nameless
Dead unburied and rotten
Half eaten by insects

They think they know who I am
All they know is I love to kill
Face down, dead on the ground
Find me before another is found

Creeping through the dark streets
enter the morgue with a hunger for meat
fuck the newly deceased I need the ones that been dead for ten weeks

Tearing and gashing a limbless torso
Voraciously stuffing my face with grey flesh
The next victim of aids this feast will be held indiscriminately
Moving from corpse to corpse puncturing
Violently, biting, chomping, gnawing on filthy meat
gore soaked, drooling pus, satisfied but not content. To my delight I find
and infant corpse without a head.

I begin to feel bile collect in my throat
this liquid filled infant is sure to please me.
I thrust my red knife in its half decayed chest
I'll begin with the heart then devour the rest.

Coughing up rancid pieces of meat
pus drip my hose I start to feel weak
I proceed to vomit this gut-wrenching feast
My insides along with the festering meat
A chunk of intestine lodged in my throat
I slice my own neck as I start to choke my stomach and vessels seep from my
neck
blood pours from my face as I approach death

Blood churning out of my face
and spilling on the floor.
The pain intense yet, I still hunger for more
As I fall dying I grab handfuls of tainted meat
I must gorge engorge these putrid steaming
mounds of flesh

Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!
Choking, on the flesh, of the dead, Insanity is my disease!

I lie dead amongst carnage
but this feast isn't complete
the vermin and maggots
will consume what's left of me
rats gnawing, bugs crawling
my dirty flesh is the feast
these insects and rats will reduce me to bones.

>>34832818
My name is OP
And I love drinking pee.
I had never had sex
Nor ever get a text
From women that is.
The sight of men make me jizz.
A damn good anal bashing
Is all that I am asking.
Oh yes fuck me!
Oh yes suck me!
Oh yes!

>>34834391
No problem lad, and internal rhyme just means rhyming that doesn't come at the end of a line.
Here's an example from Michael Robbins

I measure my pleasure in Amber alerts
I'm riding to heaven on a camel-sized
needle. Its eye is as big as the Ritz,
But these camels--each hump's wider than the sky.

So here, he rhymes measure and pleasure, which is a half-rhyme with heaven as well. And then you have the "i" sound in riding, sized, eye, wide, and sky. It still rhymes but it sounds more natural because the rhymes don't all come at the end of the lines.

Kindness is a worthy virtue.
Kindergarten is where we learn about it.
Kisses are rewarded for being kind.

Who would had guess
Had I known before
I would had been happier
That such a simple concept
Ever would be so valuable

Please hear my words
Only for this one time
Wishes don't bring results
Except when you act upon them
Rest assured, now you know.

I LIKE TO LAUGH AT RETARDS
I LIKE TO LAUGH AT CRIPPLES
I LIKE TO MAKE FUN OF GAYS
I LIKE TO BEAT WOMAN

I LIKE ASSUMING BLACK PEOPLE STOLE SOMETHING
I LIKE ASSUMING JEWS JERK OFF TO PHOTOS OF BANKS
I LIKE ASSUMING CHINESE PEOPLE CANT DRIVE
I LIKE ASSUMING WOMAN ARE DUMB CUNTS

I LIKE BEING IGNORANT
I LIKE BEING IGNORANT
I LIKE BEING IGNORANT
I LIKE BEING IGNORANT

I LIKE ASSUMING BLACK PEOPLE STOLE SOMETHING
I LIKE ASSUMING JEWS JERK OFF TO PHOTOS OF BANKS
I LIKE ASSUMING CHINESE PEOPLE CANT DRIVE
I LIKE ASSUMING WOMAN ARE DUMB CUNTS

I LIKE BEING IGNORANT
I LIKE BEING IGNORANT
I LIKE BEING IGNORANT
I LIKE BEING IGNORANT

I DON'T WANT TO READ THE PAPER
I DON'T WANT TO SEE THE NEWS
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON
I JUST WANT TO KEEP HATING YOU

>>34832818
>redpilled
>poetry
pick one

Open you hearts
Prepare you feels

It is a new dawn
Slumber no more

A new dawn rises

Forever the past is no more
Another adventure awaits
Go out and seek your thrills
Go out and ponder the playground
Of which we call our planet earth
Today is the day to do it.

1. Today I'm felling right in a wide mood
Now I know, I have just ten years to reach my soul
I decided to return to the state of nature
To erase all the insignificant things around me
2. The true color of the wind appears to me
The dead calm is inside my mind inside my eyes
Into the wild my dream is coming true so clearly now
No one else but Jesus in my lonely mind
3. Listen to the final countdown to the end of civilisation
There is no God for the rich, just one big lie
The true color of my life appears to me
Know I know I have just 10 years to reach my redemption

>>34834956
Good one m80, now go away this is a pol board

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But He beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.


As I get older this becomes more and more real

Ah, there he is
That motherfucker
What a tool

Welcome home
End of your troubles
Will you relax for a bit
Understand that you are alone
Zone free of troubles and comflict
Kingdom of peace and quiet
At last you are relax
Never to experience comfort this swell
Good feelings only exist here
Zelots won't bother you anymore

>>34834922
nuh uh
i ain't trustin no
k
k
k
poetry

Pink like a rose
Erect like a pinkey
People can see it
Everyone is laughing at it.

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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were --- I have not seen
As others saw --- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring ---
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow --- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone ---
And all I lov'd --- I lov'd alone ---
Then --- in my childhood --- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life --- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still ---
From the torrent, or the fountain ---
From the red cliff of the mountain ---
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold ---
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by ---
From the thunder, and the storm ---
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view ---

My heart of silk
is filled with lights,
with lost bells,
with lilies and bees.
I will go very far,
farther than those hills,
farther than the seas,
close to the stars,
to beg Christ the Lord
to give back the soul I had
of old, when I was a child,
ripened with legends,
with a feathered cap
and a wooden sword.

>>34832818
damn i am just so redpilled
every post i don't agree with was obviously shilled
dollar bills
fucking jews
what even is poetry
senpai do you notice me
help me
i cant stop jacking off to anime

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Here's an original classic

Here's an original:

The Gjallarhorn

Colors bloomed from darkness as the first mast rose
Goodbyes began to blend, heavy eyes began to dose
The smoke of home had faded in the gold and marble clouds
The days ahead were seed of old, watered and then plowed

>>34834466
I remember those lines from high school. Chilling.

Interesting how these threads attract all the dumbass edgelords such as these guys: >>34834738 >>34834672 >>34834568 >>34834525

It's like finding worms under a rock.