Are the traditional themes and structures in poetry just dead?

>how true?
true enough

Cringe and anthropilled.

rupi sounds like rupee
kaur rhymes with whore
there might be money in this
if I shill it some more
- rupi kaur

that photo is not real

i.....is it?

Yea, someone ACTUALLY painted on their back
How did they even reach?

female detected

Heard throughout our super polity
Legends of girls’ carnal frivolity
Spreading themselves everywhere like they’re mops
Seekers of pussy butchery for their vaginal chops
Capitalism’s feminism gets blame’s full brunt
Yet ladies stymie their bedding with nary a grunt
“Experimentation! Self love!” such girls will claim
Requesting innocence from any and all blame
Then to her next pumping of priapistic cream
All drilling and adoration, the girls life’s a dream
No matter the cervical or fallopian mire
She’ll permit only strange cocks, “Please, its dire!”
The gorings torque her flower to the maw of snapper
So most men instead choose her less beefed braaper
Her eggs grew forelorn of all worldly hope
Seeking amity with herpetic warps to cope
And how did her flower’s beef jut out and sprout
Spooking from her cunninliguists the shrillest shout
“Eat my beef, faggot, and taste my Nuva-ring”
Say the harlots that hasten to a pussy eating fling
But stay secret about their innard’s pooling spunk
Self righteously dripping on that pussy-licking punk
Along with remnants tucked into her labial wrinkles
Those bestial semenal Africanized sprinkles
Terraforming her cunt until fertility was murky
Ghostly howls sneak from her vajay-jay-jerky
Sisters in sluttiness teach esoteric stretches
While milky Khazars whisper useful kvetches
Training their beef to endure all phallic wrought
Kegeling and queefing until pussy guts are taut
Training for the future devoid of coital blunder
Modern women embody warm holed plunder
And so it has been since soiled romps in the bog
To those acrobatic interracial sex circuses of Prague
We thank our progenitor, dirtiest Gaia
And await the phallic forests of Yonia

>ebonics
kys

In Spanish "sol" (sun) is a masculine noun so that title is retarded and doesn't make sense in Spanish.

Pardon my lady, please halt thy soft step
Glancing at your shoes zapped me with pure pep!
From heel to toe tip how your feet slope superb
Those peds trek a tread whose aesthetics reverb
Silence no more for those tootsies do so beguile
Melting the mind’s accrued cute feet stockpile
Haunting me now your wiggly vivid feet
Painted toes and arches and sole cleavage accrete
A mouthful from your toes would hit my brain wild
Devouring all ten sates hungers most Rothchild
String up the tits-guys and for the assmen, death marches
Tiddy meat’s all plastic so give me scrunchy arches
What I will give you is so pure, a worship exquisite
Don’t you dare lend those feet to another affectionate
I shall gnaw and nourish your dirty epidermis
And lick clean your foot filth sincere and earnest

Who caaares hw m letters a in a wood?

It's easier to remember verse than prose. This was beneficial when writing and literacy was uncommon.
The reason it is easier to remember is because it usually sounds nicer, which is why the tradition continued.

Please gentlemen can we discuss the OP and forget Rupi Kaur for a moment?

I really enjoy versification as an exercise. It is good for the brain. It also makes things fun to read. When you must read to children, rhyming can help, especially readers who might not be gifted orators. Suddenly, through meter and other devices and patterns the text is alive even in the dullards uttering, even they can hear it. To wonder whether a theme or structure - traditional or otherwise - is preferable is to consider a real vexing problem, but ultimately if its wholly in the abstract and not applicable to a creative effort you and producing, who cares? What would a response to your questions even mean? What would it instruct or clarify? You should be writing, OP. Write lots of poetry and discover for yourself. What else could there be?

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Ok user I appreciate that. stay strong

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>die Sonne

God I wish that were me.

Wouldn't call the Romantics or the Renaissance kitsch, really

>Wouldn't call the Romantics or the Renaissance kitsch, really

Of course, but i'm talking about the present

How narrow a thing to only give ourselves the option to "restore" and discover only the "old tradition." Surely there is great merit and I think a healthy cognitive and spiritual orientation to be wistful and ponderous about the distant, impossible to know Ancients, same as the legends of great creative periods and places. But there are no such limits placed upon us now. There may be someone who bests all those, creates some new form or phenom and we all forget, unabashedly, about whatever it is we care so much for now. What sadness to see the past only aspirationally, construing it into something useless and impossible. Instead, the greatness of past works should give us energy, they enliven us. We should read them like we take good drugs, for the sheer thrills of doing so, because it is playful and employing among the highest gifts we possess.

What if it is "kitsch"? The label hardly affects the quality of the works themselves

The possessive is gender-neutral in Spanish anyway

Translated as "El sol y sus flores," the word "sus" is neutral, and "sol" is by default masculine

You could say "La sol y sus flores" and force "sol" to be feminine by using a feminine pronoun but you would sound like a literal retard or someone who doesn't speak Spanish

Is this the effect of no sex on an incel brain?

i only wanted
rupi's gentle
sandalled caress
the firm pressure
mounting
against my crotch
to have my
mouth stuffed
with her luscious
caramel tootsies
was much
much more than
i had dreamed
- her feet my temple

i crawl between your legs
to worship at my temple
your fingers stroke my hair
your laugh a hundred lashes
- good boy

>no anne carson
why

Anybody have a book recommendation on learning how to write poetry? Thanks in advance.

The Art of Poetry: How to Read a Poem by Shira Wolosky Weiss

I read this in a poetry workshop. Great introduction, but not a seminal text.

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word, for the actual seminal text refer to this

>seminal
have sex, creep, your incel is leaking