This thread, much like write what's on your mind, and critique, will be mostly for original content and submissions from you, the Yea Forums userbase. Feel free to write a poem in this thread or share a poem you enjoy, the point of this thread is practice first and foremost, allowing you the opportunity to hone or begin to develop your poem writing skills.
Poetry Thread
Andrew Cooper
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—O Κλειώ!;—O Ἐρατώ!;—O Eὐτέρπη!;—O Μελπομένη!;—O Πολυύμνια!;—O Τερψιχόρη!;—O Θάλεια!;—O Οὐρανία!;—and O Καλλιόπη, dearest love!:
In thy company I seem kin to Jove,
but of late thy me from cruel shipside hove;
left bereft am I by thy ditching me,
thy unslak'd acolyte and devotee.
My gin-soak'd appetite the bleakest ache,
for which no panacea ever takes,
the pale endlessness of this wannest want,
the weltschmerz blocking up my jouissance...
...and yet with thy by my side I find bliss:
flights of ideas burst forth at thy kiss,
and all the world explodes with life anew,
sapling and sprout shooting up all askew.
I grope with my soul seeking fey caress
and find naught but void and quake in duress;
is this inspiration? subtle ordeal?
is all this a grooming of lyric feels?
I have long long'd life mihi et musis,
but I fear that my efforts are useless,
and my vigor wanes as I sup my gin,
and I ditch my ode—an odious sin!
...
—O Κλειώ!;—O Ἐρατώ!;—O Eὐτέρπη!;—O Μελπομένη!;—O Πολυύμνια!;—O Τερψιχόρη!;—O Θάλεια!;—O Οὐρανία!;—and O Καλλιόπη, dearest love!:
Firstly accept my apologies for
abandoning thee like so many whores;
please do not think me to be insolent
for having been ginnily somnolent.
I present you my meal as votive gift,
stor'd up in my stomach that it may lift
my words into highest praises of thee:
ephemeral clamoring elegy.
I firstly made bacon, then used its grease
as base for my eggs, delicious as Greece,
white button mushrooms and Starbucks dark roast,
the only things missing whiskey and toast.
But then there is my cake, choc'late and rich,
that little sweet something for which I'd itched;
the other gods frown, and my doctors too,
but indulgence is happily smiled on by you.
That being so, indulge me yet again,
for I weary quick, and dry up my pen...
grant me my hangover and cholia
black, I dwindle and stumble—
Luis Hernandez
*:
That being so, indulge me yet again,
for I weary quick, and dry up my pen...
grant me my hangover and chol'ya black,
I dwindle and stumble—alack, alack!
Aiden Cruz
I am so uninspired
My words are so tired
I cannot sleep it away
I wait for the day
That genius strikes me by chance
And dream of a girl who loves to dance
She is not me and that's all that matters
She is something fresh and untattered
An imagination beyond my own
I'd sit by the phone
And hope that she calls
Because the world in my head is dull as balls
But that does not phase me
It's just amazing
How unique the individual is
Thousands of thousands
Of people in houses
All with the same or greater capacity for imagination
All across the nation
A million minds ready to invent anything and everything invented that day
Some might write a poem that's really gay
Or be at a loss for a rhyme
But others at the same time
Will write of flowers and trees and a cool summer breeze
The birds and bees
The rain and the snow
And I would never even know
Half of what they came up with
Hudson Wright
>rhyming without meter
Aaron Turner
What is meter?
Easton Smith
Hike a long trail next year. Do it, bitch.
I was met with truth
Just as those afforded vision
Are to be met with white
And make order
Matthew Stewart
Austin Williams
Is this any better?
I am broke and I am bruised
I live a life I did not choose
Back and forth and back again
I can no longer pretend
I am lost and never found
Like a myth in rural towns
Of nights filled with hateful sounds
Of ghost and ghouls and things alike
Things that go bump in the night
I cannot find my place hereafter
Amongst the throws of bitter laughter
I cannot stay here anymore
I need to get out of the door
Logan Perry
you write poems that are very similar to mine but i'm too embarrassed to share them.
so while it's not really good, i did sort of like it
Oliver Baker
You can share them man I won't judge lol
Brandon Brooks
‘twas I who failed them
Owen Myers
Is this any better?
I am broke and I am bruised
I live a life I did not choose
Back and forth and back again
I can no longer pretend
I am lost and never found
Like a myth in rural towns
Of nights filled with hateful sounds
Ghost and ghouls and things alike
Things that go bump late at night
I can't find my place hereafter
Amongst the throws of bitter laughter
I can't stay here anymore
I need to get out of the door
Elijah Peterson
Viceroy of the dither-worn platitude
That reminded me of the ineptitude
With which the witches of yon barter
Will gambol with your life, no charter
Or constitution can handle all the strife
That exists in the city, as you were... rife
With the belligerent attitude
Adopted with the prerequisite lassitude
Given to such mimicking of any major aptitude
On the table in the kitchen, there’s a knife: grab it
Stab that mutherfucker for all you’re worth, savage
Is the plat du jour, run like a rabbit
Whichever way you direct your energy
It don’t matter ask John Cabot, Daniel Boone
Or the nearest high noon distributor; read the runes
Unmuckled or unbuckled in a car accident
Commence to chuckle at Poseidon with his trident,
Whichever way you cut it, it bleeds — ask
The thoracic gent!
Eli Sanchez
ok then, i went on a bike ride today and wrote 5 or 6 of them. here's one, they're not very good though
last night I made a new friend
he looked a bit the way
I'd wanted to look like in his place
we're the same age but
one year younger than each other
and apart from one sea's distance
we're both from the same place
I told myself I liked him
he told me he was lonely
I told him I was sorry and lying
I made him fall for after
we had a nice dinner and
enjoyed each other's banter
boys we found nice understanding
and today I met a couple
we didn't talk but cycled
in two same different directions
we pedalled our names off
past hellos and how are yous
new town halls and scenarios
and I found nice understanding
each others' sterile apparel
we peddled and paddled
in our different directions
like the friendships we'd found
without having intention or
having the chance to
Caleb Perez
yuji sakai
Gavin Moore
Stars of night glaring down at me
Lol that sounds super art hoey
This is how you do powems right just type the words that come into your head
Ok lets do this
Nah this is cringe
Let me redo this
Sunlight warms my soul
Walking alone with no one
No one but the sun
Matthew Edwards
i want to marry a k-pop star
and drive around the south of france with her
i want to marry a female teacher
and lick the chalk-dust off her fingers
i want to marry a movie-star
and wait up at night and cook for her
i used to want to marry zhang ziyi
but she had sex on the beach with an israeli
i want to marry my own mother
and about that i'm no longer bothered
Dylan Cox
cool poem for real
it's like stubs of many poems in one
Jason Murphy
Honest men don't get ahead
At best they're barely scraping by
No one's out to get you
But no one's out to help you
The only way to make it is to lie
Zachary Morgan
That is really similar to mine I like it
Wyatt Rodriguez
Would make great song lyrics, but it's not metrical enough to have music by itself, and it's not irregular enough to be interesting. Keep it up though, seems like you have a grasp on it.
Austin Wright
The stars are smiling once again
In the heavens; they broke their strike and now
They mock my ruin, they mock my end.
They carry torches and wear their masks
Of cold and serene eternity,
They jump bonfires and summon carnivals
Where the constellations dance ciranda:
I wish I could punch all their eyes in pitch.
For me the stars are just bright
Moths gnawing the dark
Blanket of the night. What I wouldn't give so that
My earthy fingers could crush them
And that the insensitive cold of the abysses,
The frost of the universal void, would then devour
Allof Earth. The sun also dares to shine
And caress the world with heat
Once again: by being born he hails
My sunset; he kisses with his Golden
Face the wasted land in honor
At my twilight. Damn and cursed god
Of the wheat, the vineyard and the olive tree!
I wish that this sun became so deserted and barren
As for the cold and gray wart
Of the moon, or that my body, by decomposing,
Could contaminate the whole cosmos with sadness.
Well itmight be that existence was nothing but the dream
Of a monster, and, since for me the dream
Now has rotted into a nightmare, so
The beast might now awaken, the bubble burst
And all of us with it: that my nothingness
Might also be nothingness for everyone.
However enough of vain fantasies.
With my sword, my ally,
I must invoke a micro-apocalypse.
They come to hunt me, they believe in an easy slaughter.
I will show them who I am in my last fight.
Cameron Thompson
i enjoyed reading this. perhaps overly verbose but inspired nonethele-
>grease/Greece
alack!
starts off unreadably dense but ends up sounding like a literate rap verse. neat
very wholesome. the imagery and vocabulary are not precise but are curiously evocative. you seem like you have not written much but you have a good ear (?) for a phrase
this is nice also but it reads more like a monologue. the line breaks are jarring to me, especially in the middle of a title like "Golden Face"
well i guess i'm That Guy who has sampled the work of my
>peers
(loath as i may be to use names such as that peer or there peer,
if only one might peer through a glass and watch them all disappear.)
and has not yet Posted my boxcar-alloyed, belated,
pernicious DONUT of a poem. gentle retard, allay thy worries,
for here it rests, calorie-laden, with niggard hope of nutrition latent,
overt either for that matter, mate.
worse things there are, i will say,
than ending up a dunker of donuts.
each one may break his or her fast as he or she may see acceptable
(the culmination, elementarily of course, of his or her particular upbringing,
her distaste or his proclivity towards sweets,
his or her particular dietary restrictions,
his [REDACTED] for her [REDACTED]....)
only fools would run errands for morning meals
with greater promise for the palate.
although, a fool I remain entire,
and thus will brave the mounting ire
of the jagged sunshine scrab'ling at the contours of my shell.
such denigration of my peers
will likely fall on wooden ears,
but think upon me fondly when you're pacing out your hell.
Oliver Barnes
The tiger
yes
YES
Anthony Morris
Adrian Gutierrez
Lean in, closer, closer,
Lips, reminder of a dead summer.
Like waves, a wave
Vomiting towards shore.
Lip, when i lick
Listen to silence and sea,
All the world’s silence,
Hugs tightly to me.
All the light’s to and fro and out,
Holding a heart, so brackish and gray.
I can only caress the distance
Between where you and i lay. Sem
Cock e
L I C K e
P U S H e
Anal, Cunt n
You have no words,
Eat my words, words mean nothing
Swallow it down, doused
Stiff means love aroused.
Push,Lick
Push,Lick
Push,Lick
Push,Lick
(I am alone and exposed)
Push,Lick
Push,Lick
Push,Lick
Push Lick
Please, if you truly cared,
You would dance,
Pushing and pulling
like a maelstrom.
You would dance in dew-blessed dune,
Dancing, Dancing,
Into a raging moonsoon
Laughing,
Crying,
Fucking,
Till doom.