You have ten minutes to write a poem more appealing to women than this one. I’m waiting

You have ten minutes to write a poem more appealing to women than this one. I’m waiting.

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The tiger
He destroyed his cage
Yes
YES
The tiger is out

What is stronger
Than a human penis
That cums over and over
And still stays hard

-My Dick

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

〔〔 〕〕〔 〕 The story goes like this:
Earth is captured by a technocapital singularity
as renaissance rationalitization and oceanic navigation
lock into commoditization take-off.
Logistically accelerating techno-economic
interactivity crumbles social order
in auto-sophisticating machine runaway.
As markets learn to manufacture intelligence,
politics modernizes,
upgrades paranoia,
and tries to get a grip.

I like this poem

remember the time when chad busted your hymen,
with his coke can cock that was as hard as a rock?
in those youthful days when your loins were ablaze
with the hot jizz of so many dubious men?
how quickly it went, but was it mileage well spent?
now that you're old and grey, and chad has gone away,
were those days worth it, making pussy worthless?

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lurk more, bre

Mine covers animals, body positivity, aerobic exercise and black people

The cat
On the mat
Got a pat
For being fat

The rats
In their hats
Worked their lats
On the mats.

The dog
Of the nog
Went for a jog
In the fog.

Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me, and do your job
Lay on the bed, and give me head
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys, let's run a train
Squeeze on my nuts
Lick on my butt
The natural curly hair, please don't touch
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag, to hide the ho face
Real name rover
I said bend over
I started to knock, then came the odor
Smelled like mush
Shouldn't had a whoosh
Told her to stop, and take a dush
While she did that
I didn't want the cat
So I found out and never came back

Suck a nigga dick or something
Suck a nigga dick or something
Suck a nigga dick or something
Suck a nigga dick or something

Across a field
A river lays
But some may
Call it out of the way
A distance that’s
“no issue for me”
but upon my first step
I fell into dog shit

Bend over girl,
For it's my day
And your day to
I'll
Forcibly
Remove your pants
And underwear
And eat your ass
Subservient little man
And rape you.
And take care of you
.

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• The Flushland •

I. The Flushing of the Loo

December is the cruelest month, leaving
Anand out in the cold street, mixing
Shivering and release, stirring
White snow with brown rain.
Summer kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful poo, feeding
A blooming bacteria with dried doo.
Spring surprised us, coming over the Charles
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the Pru,
And went on in Barnes & Noble, into the Starbucks,
And drank coffee, and our stomachs lurched for an hour.
मैं भारतीय बिल्कुल नहीं हूं, मैं पाकिस्तान से हूं, वास्तव में बांग्लादेशी हूं।
And when we were children, staying at desi auntie's,
My cousin, he took me out on a hammock,
And I was frightened. He said, Rupi,
Rupi, hold on tight. And down he went.
In the jungle, there you feel free.
I shat, much of the night, and kept watch for hangmen.

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Roses are red,
Pickles are green,
I'd like to fuck you right up to the spleen.

PENIS
Black Penis
White Penis
Yellow Penis
Red Penis

And just that?
No, no

But also
Green Penis

~Old Man

Ten minutes will do the trick to reverse her sadness caused by dick
Nine years by her bed, crying over unshaved legs
Eight lines written about her ugly kitten
Seven bodies later, she calls out haters
Six shoot back-the shots are hittin’; one even details how he played her
Five more minutes to push out this shit
Four chambers in the heart she so readily acquits
Three reasons why her poems are shit
Two of them are on her brain
The last of them inside he came
Fuck you Kaur you’re a shit poet
As a whore you’re unmatched and now you know it

I love feet
It's my defeat
Nothing has it beat
I want to suck your feet

Right on your nose
I plant my kiss
Through your tows
Travels its bliss

Up your spine they go
The tingles that reach your crown
I want you to know
That in this pussy I’ll drown

Oh final pounds
This is the time for farewells
I’m coming mounds
And now my peepee smells

Armpit Armpit
You make me lose it
Your light stubble
Will never burst my happy bubble
But if I keep taking creep shots
I'll end up in trouble

Two young girls walking cross the streets
auburn hair, tanned skin, lovely eyes
hand in hand, short black skirts, high heels
bruises on the back of the thighs

muh dick
muh dick is 9 inches
i'm 6'6
and make $200k a year

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Creepy creepy
Your friend’s bed is squeaky
Creepshots or not feel free to peak me
My poems are bad don’t critique me
But your Happy Bubble is quite weak
Because you haven’t started with the Ancient Greeks

Another night of sleep lacking a
Woman's embrace
A female presence to warm my
Bedroom's cold space
Pale body reclined against mine
Her hair in my face,
Hands wrapped around a quivering waist
our legs interlaced.

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rate

I do need to read more Plato t b h

i met a girl once in nantucket
she invited me home and i said "fuck it"
make-out session commenced
but boy was i pissed
when she said "no user, i won't suck it"

O smegma lickers, congregate!
Herpes and pestilence is your fate.
You've sucked too many shit-flecked cocks
Popped from your anus. To Iraq,

You whores, make way with speed!
Prepare your penitential deed.
Repent your sins with heart-stung dread,
While men of faith cut off your head.

Incel core

Is that bad

/thread

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That forest that be the mind of man be one that cannot be understood
For twisting and upheaving roots and prophetic leaves be found in these woods
No man who enters may find solice in the snares of these trees
Yet lie outside, basking in the supple touch of the oak's breeze
Mockers and shamers find this change to be wicked and bad
Yet one thing lie unending in this snare, that hoes be mad.

Verstünden's die Frau'n; doch schlechtes Geflunker
gilt ihnen mehr als all' Poesie!

i met a girl once in Oklahoma
she invited me over and i mentioned my glaucoma
Smoke session commenced
but boy that room was incensed
I pulled he clothes off and on her face my semen expensed

--No parse of words can scribe your starry eyes
Thy face is bound to heaven with no ties
The wheels of Wyrd turn their changing times
Yet I wish for you to always be mine

ar ar ar money money money spongeboy me bob

There once was a man from Bel Air
Who was doing his wife on the stair
But the banister broke
So he doubled his stroke
And finished her off in mid-air

hello baby girl
i will give you the world
and you can just take it
and then fuck tyrone

can't into layers of irony

Did you get “inspired” by ASAP ferg -plain Jane?

...

oh my dehydrated heart
every beat tears the dry
muscle for you

Shit hoe, why you runnin
I wuz barely in, now I'm cummin
Get fuckd white bitches
Yall gon get stitches

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Does this smell like chloroform to you?

pee and poo
the natural
outcome
of
a
day's adventures
-rupi kaur

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Loneliness can be written in a good way.

Blake is based

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The woman
She has destroyed society
no
NO
The woman is free

-Aristotle

I REALLY like this.

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Where's the drawing? Everybody knows poems must be accompanied by a twee drawing.

Has a nice vibe to it

Adeste, hendecasyllabi, quot estis
omnes undique, quotquot estis omnes.
Iocum me putat esse moecha turpis
et negat mihi nostra reddituram
pugillaria, si pati potestis.
Persequamur eam, et reflagitemus.
Quae sit, quaeritis: illa, quam videtis
turpe incedere, mimice ac moleste
ridentem catuli ore Gallicani.
Circumsistite eam, et reflagitate:
‘Moecha putida, redde codicillos,
redde, putida moecha, codicillos”.
Non assis facis? O lutum, lupanar,
aut si perditius potest quid esse.
Sed non est tamen hoc satis putandum.
Quod si non aliud potest, ruborem
ferreo canis exprimamus ore.
Conclamate iterum altiore voce:
“Moecha putida. redde codicillos,
redde, putida moecha, codicillos”.
Sed nil proficimus, nihil movetur.
Mutanda est ratio modusque nobis,
si quid proficere amplius potestis:
“Pudica et proba, redde codicillos”.

Have fun, kids.

They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”

It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.

Before He stole She
Woman was a Warrior-Mother
Who gave birth to Earth

-Future instagram poet millionaire

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this is something my nan would write on facebook

that is fucking terrible

rupi kaur
poopy power
scoop me, poot me, oopy thar
poopy tower, on the hour
makes no difference to my bowels

i shill myself
but pretend
it's just shitposting
your [sic] some dumb faggots

- rupi kaur

M usic al
L yric al
S pi rit ual
I n d i v i d u a l

Roses are red
Guns go "Pow!"
Gas the kikes
Race war now

Sneed
Feed and Seed

Formerly Chuck's

Girl uh
Yeah I know yuh
Uh
This a po
uH
UM
bitch got a forty in her mouth

Yuh

Bitch ride it dirty in the south
what
Got a slut by the name of
BLAKE
You know what
I meant to say Ashley
Bitch named Ashley
(SCUBA)
Suit dive through her ass
(Breathe)

*picks up mic for the first time*

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What is that
fart in the morning
give you something
To disgust

Loggy Puer

shit slaps, nigga

Appealing to women?

>She was -
A fountain of emotion
Cascading off of ramparts
Penetrating the minds of the lesser

She was -
A wayside bus
Stopping for no one
Down a highway of her heart

She was -
Not like the other girls

I don't get it' is he rhyming eye with symmetry? What a fucking retard.

I'd love you like spring,
but you crave summer's heat.
Scorched, my being will fall,
sleeping throughout winter,
spring,
summer,
fall,...

(P.S. fuck jamal)

ive done it a million times. its really formulaic. just write something that makes them FEEL like it pierces what they feel, a nebulous overexaggerated romance only teenager dream of

How about the horse
In due course
Turned to glue
For the Jew

Holy kek the first line of this made me spit my drink

Isn't it thy and eye?

OP
He is a faggot
yes
YES
He sucks dicks

gonna go on a whim and say this post is based

I don't understand women so I just assume they like things like flowers and perfume. Sometimes I pretend I'm a chimp or some kind of gorilla and it gets me sex

imagine being this fucking dumb

Chad loves you
Very much
Very
very
much

Just write some sappy garbage and format it into the shape of a heart or something. Bitches love concrete poetry and it takes zero effort.

My poem
has
billion instagram likes
t. me

the boy of my dreams
i think of his hair
and burying my face in it
suffocating
on my pillow
while dad fucks me in the ass
again

Dicks, dicks, they're not that crass!
Shove 'em in the pussy, take 'em up the ass!
Pay no mind to the blood you'll pass -
You're in the next economic class!

Hi there
It’s me
Tfgvfbyv
Suck my throbbing donger

Kekd

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About the absence of any woman? Too general. If we want to corner the female market this would have to be about a specific hypothetical woman.

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Stacy is a bitch
I hate her
She can’t even combine
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