Poetry Thread

I had a rare pepe
and posted it for my friends to see
But they just called me gay
For fellating meme pee-pee

I ran from the room
Trying to hide my tears
but I tripped over my spaghetti
And got laughed at by you queers

You think you're so smart,
with your fancy little words,
this is not so hard.

You think you're so smart,
with your fancy little words,
this is not so hard.

If you try haiku
make sure to not be a bitch
Go suck your dad's cock

Nerds.

Nerds.

#deep

What a pain,
To have feeling to share,
Pen to paper,
But the words don't appear.

It's almost as if
Thinking of thinking
Is a burden
In and of itself.

Nerds.

That poem was terrible.

roses are red
violets are blue
this isn't a poem
frickle frackle u

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roses are red
violets are blue
this isn't a poem
frickle frackle u

It had a message, it was a stanza long, and had meter. Looks like a poem to me.

To sleep,
To dream.
A fixation to behold
If I were so bold,
I would wish for a peep.
A parting of a vision,
I would scream,
I would cry,
I could rip apart at the seam,
If only I could sleep.

Their skulls shine like jade in pig troughs.
Back a day prior, pigs priced the heads prior,
fire in green pea-eyed want burned through jade teeth,
feast on a back-wall sign, "Pig's Jade!"
Staid pig teeth showed a jaded pig face.

On the pig lot, shops in packed heat
feat their feet, hooves of fine white
Writhe under Jade's green sheets.
Worms felt the dead shine from twelve feet
while all the pigs see is Jade,
Jade chain-links in green sheets

They're but wry things in self need.
Greed, the mulch man's fire, a green
sheen in skulls light the shelves,
themselves in death only through jade seen
Keen they might if they would hear their own screams.

i don't write poetry, really, but i still have a few high school assignments saved where i had to write a poem for a class

this is from freshman year


Out in the daylight, their contortions portend
the only acceptable ways to descend

Though they appear as to prance in the prairie,
of their seeping maws, i am made wary
In the clutches of their talons, they carry
psychotropic confectionery
that makes them calm, that makes them merry
that makes their home in the cemetery

Though part of me wants to help them for longer,
there is a hate that grows much stronger

and with it, soon, i hope to ascend
farther than these wretches could ever pretend


i had no concept of subtlety
the trent reznor influence is also strong

i have a thing for beginning sentences with "though"

i do that a lot, and it's a problem

i have a thing for beginning sentences with "though"

i do that a lot, and it's a problem

though you can fix it.

I wrote this in Freshman year of college for someone. It was originally planned to be five parts, but after writing most of the second I decided the association with that person wasn't functional, so I lost motivation to continue.
I meant it to be as convoluted as possible so they'd have to invest more time into figuring it out, and if they did this it would prove (on some empirical level) that they had enough interest to understand me.

I

Dear keeper of mine,
Did I tell you all?
Have you understood?
From ashen land's flight
To Celurian Depths?
 
Have I yet revived
That storm; dragging me
Back to lit darkness?
Forth to tinted dreams?
To Celurian Depths?
 
I sulked as always
in my scholar's grief
around the tillers
spilling their stone seeds
in witless soils
 
I watched arid speech
spilling over lips
Slithering and slick,
An adder's social
reaping arid moors
 
My blue angst flew me,
Swept by dusty winds
where charged anvils meet
This earth's boundless edge
And cast iron skies.
 
From storm's quill ink poured,
Engulfing the folk,
their actions written
beyond memory
again drowned, fading
 
A gale sweetly sang
and traversed the moor,
In my subtle ears
whispering "Celure"
to my unsure mind
 
A fear flew my feet
over grasping muck,
Again seeking place
near me and nothing,
Near reasoning's end?
 
Between a hillside
And memory tucked
again it found me
as it was, untouched.
Celure

I never finished polishing the second part to the extent of the first (where reading it back over made me sick).

II

Confounded darkness shadowed me
Smothering and pushing and near but far and lonesome
besieging me,
Naked at my strategist's seams,
My reprieve the tumultuous pounding of an exhausted ventricle
and my torn breath falling,
Lost
to the myriad dark.

I felt worrisome embers,
pins of a  hot lead
Pricking feet forward
at my protesting skeptic's head

I grasped tangible shadows
in nervous handfuls,
leaden tempo leading me deeper
as whispers below
Drew with alluring scents
of sweet oceans
and tasteless silt.

 In the deserted darkness
nothing stirred but I
making way as night's emissary
fought on somber tides.

To night wind would abandon me,
breath heavy and unmoving
then again drip from its source through the airways
suddenly
my only recourse a numinous sigh
And I would again resume,
Desiring to dash the exploit
and leave it in homely darkness.
My cessation doomed.

Something both near and far in that darkness
offended the senses,
addressing with curious spurn
or entombed affection

 My tangled sentiments withdrew,
It was for prudence I again descended my feet
to a land forlorn
and cursed.

The current shifted on my brows
abandoning gauzy intentions
and again I scented water on stone
and recalled salt on sun's forgotten expanses
I saw an elating pinpoint steadily lighter,
the ember's source illuminating
regret's rightful heir.

 The cavern's jagged jaws
queried heaven's jealousy
and dripped an ocean
in empty echoes
for miles

 I endeavored a foot forward
in the crystal land
always raining,
unwittingly stepped the shallow shoals
reflecting the teeth
and gawked alluring demise
As might a fish nearing an angler's lure

Aimless, distracted,
soles after the other
dripping ripples
barely noticeable in the cacophony
I wandered

 Yet, I didn't seem to mind
Until my senses returned to misty eyes
and quaking hide
and sought shelter

 Between athwarted stones I sat transfixed
on the glinting scene, pinpoints of peace
in a liar's sunless land

 Then it arose from empty shallows,
splashes over dead stones.
A chill caressed my skin.

Thereafter, silence
crept between skittering footsteps.

I fled echoes reflecting
an approaching reverberation,
crystals dotting stone
like jutting bones
and apprehending with dead-end cessation,
retreating rain above
encroaching silence below

 Awaiting doom on dissenting haunches
clasping ears with cornered hands
I stared wide eyed
into my shrieking reflection

 By my hands they did not stop
but in my skull resounded
baring through my barriers with clamorous axes
and peering through me with shrill grins
on wicked faces

 Clear as a night's stillness
I saw it bathed in brightness
ivory hands holding a  face
limned in alabaster tresses
and streaking scarlet droplets
over pearly cheeks
 
I sat with a chest of burning anticipation
the other gasping
with a knife-chested handle
renting the silence

 I knelt bewitched upon a breath-hold
ferried over a threshold,
chained memories escaping 
from an overcast night sky,
abandoned memories remembered.

dubs

this ones from 6th grade

the preying mantis
sits upon dew freckled leaves
saturated taint 

There once a man one high little farm,
He always raped his cattle a little too hard,

He was a little shit lord,
Always hitting the people's chord,

He always had a meme,
With which he milked with glee,

The people were growing tired of this man,
They constantly wanted to beat him with pans,

But to no avail,
They would always fail,

And they became crass,
And screamed, "Fuck you SecondClass!"

This place is just getting sad now
The memes just aren't dank but how?
We need to replace this sorrow with glee
Ahh fuck it
*sips tea*

roses are red
violets are blue
this isn't a poem
frickle frackle u

It had a message, it was a stanza long, and had meter. Looks like a poem to me.

shut up
no maybe
yes hello

What a meme my lad
This is  quite a good meme like
Refrigerator

few words
all i spare
is thiseven

A young girl
Green as the grass she walks upon
Cleans out her school locker
Taking care not to unfurl
Her priceless things

She skips
To the next scene
Her day is now over
Sore at the hips
From her priceless things

At lunch time
The day after her exit
She grazes through vocabulary
Her words a slur of grime
So she won't share her priceless things

In bed that night
She gazes into the moon's shadow
Pondering why she hides them
She knows it wasn't right
Her, his priceless thing

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Report to the ship as soon as possible
We'll bang, okay?

i think i may write a few

but i don't like to force these things

Apparantly I just slept for most of the day
That's a little bit gay

No really, I like doing shit with my time
Not wasting it like a sack of lime

Holy shit I need some food
Well that's gay and put me in a poor mood

I realise at the moment I'm poor
Not much for food around, may as well eat off the floor

Maybe I'll just go back to sleep
And count myself some sheep

But wait, I think I'll have better dreams
Because of all these dank memes

Someday, you'll tell yourself you'll remember
Twirling thoughts spinning in between passing lights
Your idea of the future's fabric is torn asunder
If only finding out what was always right
Could be simple.

Someday, you'll finish what you started
You sit on that grassy mound overlooking the city slumbering below rocks of mercy
The truth is, you're just beginning to remember, and there's something bursting from the space between clouds parted
A light, surely?
All the world's forgotten.

roses are red
violets are blue
its I against I
and me against you

Ugggh
yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
Ya feel me?  MmmKay yo
You should fear me
Did ya hear me?
I said you should fear me
I be from the East coast of West Compton
Where when the gangs shoot, the cops run
We got big guns, n' drugs bring us big funds
Home of sick puns, we call your mama Big Funs
She's like an elephant, cuz she holds nuts in her trunk and has goofy teeth
I went down on her once but had to hold my breathe cuz she had a woozy queef
Unloosened me sheathe, stuck it in then the covers we went beneath
After that night I can't ever eat Arby's again, it reminds me too much of her roast beef