Name my poem

Name my poem

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"at least until then"

My Enter Key is Sticky

Kek

"Simple longing." also keep going bro.

It's really pretty

>"Krishna's Smegma"

I like this a lot

I was going to suggest "cunt" or some other awful thing, but this works

“I wish I was a pop star so instead here’s a shitty journal entry”

OP's poem: Attack of the enter key

One rupee Rupi

Where are the ALEXANDERIN

Reckdt

Grug Write Poem

versified:

I know not how to plainly speak
I lack the confidence
For many listen when I do
but I want you to know:

Without a cause, without a prompt
and totally alone,
I felt so loved by everything,
yes, everything at once
Within a moment I was sure
would last forevermore
Which I was powerless to stop
- then it was done with me.

This is the verse for which the moment called.
It lies in wait for you, so take your time.

>I'm not confident people listen when I do
I don't understand this line. I think it needs a conjunction.
There's two thoughts but it's strung together like one.
(I'm not trying to be a grammar nazi, I just genuinely don't get it)
What does "do" refer to here?

>But I want you know
Was this intentional or did you mean "But I want you to know"?
If it was intentional, why was it?

Overall I love the feeling this poem captures. Really great stuff OP.
I genuinely hope my over analysis doesn't plague you.

too many words

>"here, I wrote a poem"
>it doesn't even rhyme
How do you even have the nerve to present this seriously? Merge into one line an call it what it is, pretentious faggot

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I like this a lot, here's an attempt to make it rhyme

The confidence to plainly say
that which I wish for you to know
departs when many others pay
attention; forth in verse I go:

Unchaperoned, I felt adored
by all there was, without a cause.
It seemed immortal, I was sure
it would persist forevermore.

It seemed immortal, it increased
then, as if done with me, it ceased.
These words I dedicate to you,
as someday you shall feel this too.

Chopped Prose: The Poem

grug try