Why are Women such bad poets?

don't do drugs, kids.

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The reason people write shitty verse is not technique. It's because the life experience that fuels their desire to write isn't true and honest and painful enough.

How many times did she cheat?

anyways thats all i have. but i could post pics of her if you're curious what she looks like

were you bleaching a nigger?

Is she Mexican?

At least we know she proofread.
Damn, you'd think a liar would have a bit more natural aptitude

might be fun to put a face to our modern Shakespeare, yes.

changing racist masses to racist messes was good

there are less good poets than good theoretical physicist

Not any worse than the average rapperfag. Kendry Lamar tier.

WHY IS BLESSED LILI SUCH A PRECIOUS POET?

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>I'm God but smaller
that's actually a funny line. awful, cringy poem though

yes a pale mexican

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Who is this?

no way user on 4channel has a gf that pretty

>no way user on 4channel has a gf that pretty
And retarded.

she was literally a psycho so dont be that surprised.

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Most people are bad poets, including many poets who got relatively famous.

As for women, probably the greatest lyric poet of all time was a female: Emily Dickinson.

>female on discords poem. Rate it.

woke up in a cold sweat with my dreams sticking to my damp skin
rain pouring down outside my window
june is when spring kisses summer on the cheek
leaving behind an electric spit trail of heat lightning
june is when i fall in love with the world and myself
in june everything feels ok again
even when it's not it will be ok again
the purity of virgin summer
the wickedness of the sweltering humidity
that leaves our skin sticky when we touch
we talk like we have something to say
we walk like we have somewhere to go
we pray like there's a god
were prey for the gods and the devils
stuck between heaven and hell
hunting us down in the purple sky twilight
when the breeze picks up and the cicadas sing
they’ve waited seven years for this
crawling out of their own skins
screaming of the overwhelming need to fuck
it’s rained for three weeks straight
drowning me in humidity
flooding me with emotions i wish i didn’t have to feel
cars hydroplane and crash into each other
like a lovers quarrel, sweaty and violent
won’t you come and destroy me again?
punch drunk on your kisses
the radio playing the soundtrack to our car crash romance

What she did that got you so mad? Fucked a black guy behind your back?

no but i was bored and recently had a female send me a horrible poem and decided to share some of my ex's.

stop having relationships with 14 year olds

>I'm a girl.
Despite this opening line, this is not an autobiographical poem. The author is building a character which, while it may share some features with the author herself, only exists in that overlap as self-criticism. As I break down the next few lines, keep in mind this disjunction between author and speaker.
>Women in the eyes of those who Lust me.
This is the first instance of a subtle technique used several times in this poem, a slight difference in spelling from what one would expect: "Women" instead of "Woman." This conveys the meaning of both words, while also demonstrating how the written erases the expected. Those who lust see women all the time, because that's what they focus on. This objectifying gaze obscures the essential identity of "Woman."
>& Queen in the eyes of those who admire me.
Because it parallels the line before, this line invites similar analysis. In this case the label of "Queen" is just as imposed as the objectification was before. The speaker's admirers don't see her true self either, but as we will see this may not bother the speaker.
>I'm a girl!
Here we begin to see the flaws in our speaker, as she shrilly repeats the line above. This also acts as a hidden stanza, turning the above lines into a preluding couplet. That couplet will contextualize the rest of the poem.
>You hear me speak and you'll know so.
Hear is the fundamental character flaw that the poet wishes to explore: the speaker refuses to allow herself to exist unrefined, raw and natural. She insists on controlling her appearance and her identity in the eyes of others. She wishes to decide their perceptions of her. In essence, she does the same thing described in the introductory couplet, just inverted.
>A very intelligent girl.
>I have a degree in forgiveness.
The connection between education and forgiveness is a part of the speaker's attempt to define herself. She is not naturally forgiving, so she tries to present that trait as something that can be, or even ought to be learned. Without this studious path to virtue she would not be able to brag of her accomplishments without showing them, i.e., she would not be able to call herself forgiving without actually forgiving people. This way she can simply point to a diploma, a self-approved label which defines her as virtuous ex ante.
>I'm still unaltered.
And this line undermines her previous statement once again. If she is unaltered, how can she have learned forgiveness? The author leaves us no room for doubt - this speaker is lying to us.

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>The Demons wonder how to default her.
Here we step out of the speakers voice for a moment into the narratorial. These demons have loaned her some sort of vice, but now want it back. Why? If she has no virtue, then surely she must be doing evil, which the demons would approve of? This is one of the hardest lines in the author's oeuvre, my personal interpretation is that the speaker is so entangled in self-presenting that she does nothing, good or evil. She represents a dead investment for the demons. For other interpretations, including ones less tied up in financial jargon, there is a wonderful paper in the Kenyon Review last year by Dr. Samuel Cielberg that I cannot recommend enough.
>I'm Killing it minus the slaughter!
Killing without slaughter is like drinking without liquid. There is no substance to the action. This plays into my interpretation of the line above.
>I'm my daddies daughter.
Another instance of this dual-spelling technique. "Daddy's daughter" conjures images of stereotypical suburban young women who desire a strong connection with their father or a father figure, often in replacement of what is in actuality a brittle familial bond. But "daddies daughter" reinforces the idea that this speaker is searching for paternal affection in multiple places, hence the pluralization. The Freudian elements here are significant and complex - I do not have space to go into them now, again, see Dr. Cielberg.
>I'm my mother's monster.
Again we read this line mindful of the duality right above it. "Mother's monster" can mean both "the monster who torments my mother" but also "the monster created by my mother." The speaker's identity issues seem to be tied to poor parental relationships.
>I'm God but smaller.
Fairly straightforward - grandiose but still insecure, quintessential narcissism of the type that would motivate one to try to control their image in the eyes of everyone, including themselves.
>I'm a girl. Sit on my chair and twirl.
This childish little internal rhyme reminds us again of the first four lines, and brings us back to where we started.
>I still pray, i still dream.
The author is careful not to paint a caricature, showing us that even under this personality decay the speaker is still human. We cannot hate her, and are invited instead to see ourselves reflected in her. She is at the end a small, fearful child, isolated in a world she cannot control.

I hope this close reading helps some of you understand the poem better. I saw that not many people were giving it credit. She's not the greatest poet of our time, but still not worth dismissing out of hand.

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The second line abou dreams sticking in the humid skin is quite good, imo

This.
>my ex was a whore because i have lousy penis-led taste in choosing a partner
>instead of admitting I made a bad decision, i will protect my fragile ego and project my hatred upon all women
You deserved her.

summer isn't a virgin dumb CUNT
summer is a CUNT that's been FUCKED a lot, autumn a CUNT that's been FUCKED too much and winter a DEAD CUNT

spring is a virgin fucking idiot

4channel is normie now, my gf is cuter than OPs chubster, unfortunately she doesn’t write shitty verse for me to laugh at and barely reads books at all T.T

FEMANON THINK

OP here, the speaker is lying to us line got a good laugh out of me.

glad you liked it, I enjoyed trying to put an intellectual polish on that tripe. It was a nice distraction from my essay on Miltonic theology due in two days

I saw what you did there.

but user massive whore, bipolar, and pathological liar describes about 95% of women thats not a lot of background info apart from "yeah my ex gf has a vagina"

How can anyone handwriting be that nice? My hand writing resembles that of a mentally handicapped adolescent. REEEEEEEEEE

the fuck were you thinking?

If you're under 18 you shouldn't be here. If you're over 18, you should stop pursuing relationships with minors.

she's fat as fuck lmao

BPD is Borderline Personality Disorder, not Bipolar Disorder.

nice catch my meng.

If you're really this desparate to feel some affirmation after getting dumped you should swallow a bottle of xanax and not wake back up.

Atleast your ex put in the fucking effort to write something rather than crawl onto this board to try to gather some affirmation by putting someone else down.

cringe almighty

pretty much this

shit I'd bleach her too

This.

>putting someone else down
Isn't it you doing that by apriori assuming her poetry is bad? Op just asked us to appreciate her writing. She'd be glad too for all this attention. Plus theres 50/50 chance OP is a femanon and just doesn't want TGTFO.

everyone is special and unique in their own way. everyone is stupid in their own way. these things arent mutually exclusive as they are both expressed traits.

thoughts on pic related?

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I was ready to enjoy this poem but my god, never before have I sighed while reading the first line of a poem.

jesus that's some awful fuckin shit, but have you ever heard the phrase "you are the company you keep"?

i'm judging you more than i am her desu. the second i saw anything like this i would be miles away. what the fuck were you thinking?

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she was cute and had a big brapper. dont blame me with hips like this.

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much better than your average roastie poem. but still a roastie poem

bruh look at this dude

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thats only because she's making a dumb face.

>posts a shitty instapoem by someone who’s a presumably a bad writer and doesn’t take it seriously
>this means all women are bad poets

Wew lad.

a lot of women are horrible tho.

So are a lot of men.

are you trained to white knight for women so hard you'll defend them even when there isn't a woman you can directly defend.
seriously fuck off with your gynocentric bullshit.

the number of great male poets compared to female is staggering. cuck

I agree

Not him, but Emily Dickinson basically triumphs over most poets.

Also: since women were socially and professionally liberated (mostly tanks to the contraceptive pill and several modern machines that help with the house service - maybe these were more important and even the base for the social changes) we have been seeing a vast increase in women professionals in all areas. They are as capable as men. To be frank most people are not going to make it, but if you give the same amount of opportunity to both women and men you’re going to have as much great female minds as male minds.

Why do people here get so triggered with women? “Because they’re bad human beings.” Actually most human beings are annoying and disappointing, both male and female.

kingsley amis wrote a poem about this

Between the Gardening and the Cookery
Comes the brief Poetry shelf;
By the Nonesuch Donne, a thin anthology
Offers itself.

Critical, and with nothing else to do,
I scan the Contents page,
Relieved to find the names are mostly new;
No one my age.

Like all strangers, they divide by sex:
Landscape Near Parma
Interests a man, so does The Double Vortex,
So does Rilke and Buddha.

“I travel, you see”, “I think” and “I can read'
These titles seem to say;
But I Remember You, Love is my Creed,
Poem for J.,

The ladies’ choice, discountenance my patter
For several seconds;
From somewhere in this (as in any) matter
A moral beckons.

Should poets bicycle-pump the human heart
Or squash it flat?
Man’s love is of man’s life a thing apart;
Girls aren’t like that.

We men have got love well weighed up; our stuff
Can get by without it.
Women don’t seem to think that’s good enough;
They write about it.

And the awful way their poems lay them open
Just doesn’t strike them.
Women are really much nicer than men:
No wonder we like them.

Deciding this, we can forget those times
We stayed up half the night
Chock-full of love, crammed with bright thoughts, names, rhymes,
And couldn’t write.

>tried to fuck, but I'll question what sex is / So he tried to fuck my mind / Instead I perplex his

put me on the screencap

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What happened to us?
Like a single cloud
We were one
What was the rain that tore us apart?
What was the force that destroyed what once was?
Do you still remember me?
I was the boy you fell in love with
And the boy that you fell out of love with
I was the first boy you dated
And the first boy to dump you
Funny how I’m the boy in love with you now
And your the girl looking away
Our friendship was strong
But it seems that is peeling away
You were the person that I would fall back on
You were my safety net
You were my love
If I could only tell you
But its awfully hard to speak to the dead.

She's better than me, to be honest

Women only experience the world through sensation.

I think that mockery from bad writers doesn’t count. Both this alcoholic fag and his son are far too egocentric for their limited capacities. Lucky Jim was not even as funny and humane as some reviews try to force down the throat.

BASED Roasties destroyed.
kys cuckold. Women may be as capable but with life handed to them on a silver platter simply because they're attractive and men want to fuck them, rarely do they strive to reach their full potential.

Why be good at anything, when you can get loads of a praise for a selfie on instagram or twitter?

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yes please post pics. before you do i'd wager she's a middle class white chick that frequents starbucks

read the thread before you post, nigger

>Instead of admitting that all women are whores, I will protect my fragile ego and project my hatred upon incels

FTFY.

Men are expected to build the world, clean up all the shit, and then live in it.

Women aren't even expected to do a hard day's work, much less build anything. For all the equality you preach, I don't see a single bit of it in the workplace. Women are simply given preferential treatment. Full stop.

You want men and women to be judged on the same merits, without any double standard coming from men? Then get rid of the double standard coming from women.

>Women
>Triumph

Pick one. (1)

This seems more brutal than revenge porn.

the irony is i could do revenge porn too as i also have nudes.

(you)s incoming.

You have made an art out of putting more thought into someone else's work than they did themselves.

Cast 'em into perdition without end;
flaws no judgment could ever mend.
Condemn their hexed being, the lot, --

-- the only fate worthy o' the thot.
Suffer not, upon hearing them lament,
regard their souls as eternally spent.

>implying experiencing sensations is bad
Literature that isn't sensual isn't worth reading.

A marvelous post, user.

Have you read Lycidas? My wife made a convincing argument that it is a severely underappreciated poem — as the Flood has washed away the crimes of humanity, humans must now seek land. Lycidas, being a ghost of the shore, offers to guide us from this vagrancy. I'm probably butchering the thesis from my half-remembered recollections, but it at least made me question Doc Johnson.

sorry, amis is putting forward women here as the really good poets

have sex

Most people are terrible poets and most women are like most people.

>I’m God but smaller
I read this as a reference to the microcosm and macrocosm, like made in God’s image.

Underrated

I have read it yes, it's very good. I focused more on the connection between Milton's grief for his friend and his condemnation of the clergy his friend was destined to join, and how there's this idea that King/Lycidas was saved by death, and Milton struggles to reconcile his grief and his relief. So I thought a lot more about the biography behind the poem, I guess. I like your wife's reading too, it's something I'll have to go back to.
But I wouldn't say it's underappreciated - my Norton Critical reader calls it "the greatest short poem in the English language" and I've heard plenty of scholars give similar sentiments. Granted they were mostly Miltonic scholars, but still....
Johnson was a bitter pleb who hated the pastoral form because he thought it was crude and lowbrow. Milton had a drive to write at least one of each kind of poem and put a unique depth or complexity into his interpretation of each genre. Lycidas is more than just a pastoral elegy, it's a complex personal rumination. So even if you allow for pastorals being "vulgar" (I don't) it still tops the list and almost transcends its genre, in my mind.

post nudes

Cringe and yikespilled, oh dear

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She has decent handwriting at least.