Let's see Yea Forums's poetry

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feed
and seed
formerly chuck's

MY TAB FUCKING CLOSED AND I JUST LOST PROGRESS ON MY POEM. FUCK NIGGERS AND FUCK THIS SITE.

MILKY MILKY WARM AND TASTY!
MOMMY! MILKY! PLEASE BE HASTY!
REFRESHING DRINK FROM MOMMY'S UDDERS!
I WANT MOMMY'S AND NO OTHER'S!
GIVE IT! GIVE IT! GIVE IT NOW!
GIVE ME MILKY, LAZY SOW!
UNTIL YOU DO I'LL SCREAM I'LL SHOUT!
I'M CRY I'LL WHINE AND STOMP ABOUT!
UNTIL MY BELLY IS FULL AND HAPPY!
I REFUSE TO TAKE A NAPPY!

One of my published poems. What do you think, lit bros?
poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/145992/jumped

It's shit

This is now a Racist Thread, post your best racist verses.

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Your wife always on her damn phone
That's because she's talking to Tyrone
He can't wait to clap her white ass
After its done she will fuck only blacks

>lowtiergod
based

I just had another poem accepted for publication a few hours ago. I never post my published stuff 'cause Yea Forumsizens only want other people to write antiquated doggerel.

You should LOVE yourself, NOW!

There was once a someone that became a woman. Son of Adam, yet claimed by Eve.

Once a man, "she" claims. Yet his face says another; a mannish appearance. Lost son of Echidna.

Elixers and vials, Injections and balms. Medicine! Jews claims. Poison! The wise men screech.

The media spew lies and corrupt the masses. Degredation and Degeneration, they plan our downfall.

All is bleak and justice unseeked. The world is dark and civilization has fallen. Barbarians rule the western waste, and the earth has forever been lost.

stickin my cock
in a sock
gonna cum
til im dumb

Drivel
Sublime

Man. Woman.
Bliss. Reflection.
Scrutiny. Embarrassment.
Depression. Regret.
Suicide. Death.

This is fake and offensive. The dad wouldn’t really be there.

A timeless masterpiece

Naughty kid
Cute and Funny
Quite a menace
Needs correction...

I often think I should end my life
Or maybe a should become a hermit
I want to escape this world of strife
But I lack the strength to do it
I'm no good at poetry
I should hang myself from a tree

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~An Ode to Hunter Schafer~

She's a cute and comely lady
so in rhyme I shall indulge
she's the queen of Yea Forums
a pastel pixie
with a dainty little bulge

I post in threads about her
that the janitor forbids
he does it for free
but that won't stop me
I want her to have my kids

chuds seethe and say that wouldn't work
I'm pretty sure they're lying
even so, it wouldn't be
because of lack of trying

a fair and lovely maiden
as delicate as a wafer
I want
I need
to feed my seed
into Hunter Schafer

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Sweeney is so-so, Fereirra is fat
Zendaya is frumpy and glum
there's only one girl from Euphoria
in whom I wanna cum

It's Hunter! of course! that Elysian belle
the one with the stuff that allures
she's the cutest without even breaking a sweat
you can keep the other whores

Like a cherry on top of a filet mignon
or crashing a CIA plane
the appeal is bizarre, but she's hottest by far
for reasons I cannot explain

I'd take her on intimate walks on the beach
and treat her like she was my queen
then later I'd fuck her in all of her holes
and suckle her feminine peen

she's an elegant Aryan princess
she's redpilled on Israelites
she makes /pol/ cope and seethe
like you wouldn't believe
perhaps they're just jealous she's white

The things that I'd do to that bussy would make
the most profligate porn-addict blush
so pardon my versing and off-topic thirsting
'cause Hunter is my crush

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Pp poopoo
Greasy grandma
Haunted house cat
Oh Richey rickety coalition
Hah
Ham Longstreet cheese

peepee poopoo
in the loo
peepee poopoo
on you
peepee poopoo

How 'bout you?

Itty bitty baby
Itty bitty boat
It genuinely annoys me
that women have the vote

Wrote this one as a refutation of the aesthetic ideals of Walt Whitman and his type, many of the lines are line for line attacks/inversions on the poem “out of the cradle endlessly rocking “

The Murmurs of Otherwhere.

into the coffin of time eternal,
into the multitudinous cacophony,
into the nine-moon’d-nightmare,
within the ravenous infinity,
where rests the hushing God upon the lotus stainless and nameless,
above the nape of nara-nuith,
drawn by the mantic runes spoken in far-gone and forlorn ruins still echoing,
into the fields of blood and water and briar,
by the song the black-bird learned from the God-head,
by the woe dear father, and the rest poured upon an infant’s breast,
by the rose and crocus trellis of twilights,
by the vermeil cities entranced by the chanting sea,
by the bornless blood of the carbuncle and flaming cloud-rivers,
by the first word spoke of me elder than Adam or Eden,
by the voice many-mouthed,
by the vision of the breath primeval and continual,
by the mind I fail to mimic whose dream I share dreaming,
of the Murmurs of Otherwhere from aethyrs superior and inferior,
of concentric human and inhuman illumination,
each world turned by the cry into a single syllable,
drowning myself and the other in the sea of s’lba,
I, endless, unmanifest and alone except in the cavern of delusion,
Dancing self-same with the light delusive, reflecting as cataracts of colors,
a redolence of frankincense.

Once in Babylon,
when the spirits of the air laid prostrate to the five-pointed star,
bound by briars and thorns of the rose,
two servants of flame by their tongues poured torrents of fire,
drawing the light from the sun and the moon and the stars,
their daily glories declared until sun-gold turned sun-gules,
And the lunar chalice lost its luster turning sackcloth-dull,
and I a boy heeded the call to prayer shouting “here I am! here I am!”
silently hearing, recording, reciting;

“you will take me into glory,
whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides you.”

And earth has nothing I desire besides you.
whirls the wheel of the wind,
from zenith sun to nadir abysm,
Until the light is night and night is light,
and foams the infinitude of spirit diffused,
as the sea returning to the sea,

Cont

but changeless omphalos,
though emanated a million million times,
thy veil enwoven with tears, war, fears and hoary forms,
declares “I am all that has been and is and shall be;
behold, all shall see this garment rent in twain.”

And thenceforth the scintillating gloom that has charred with blistering blear shall burn out,
and the yawning fulgor of the iris of the lidless and eyeless sky shall descend as dew,
and the unwinnowed unriven eye disclosed,
glancing at the strong and immortal fire,
with the self-same eye individual and universal,
i beheld the sixty-stone of 60 graven names as;

“one stone with seven eyes,
i will engrave the graving thereof,
i will remove the iniquity in one day”

thus saith the lord sabaoth,
pealling from heights billowing the billions of beings,
living and lichen’d,
adrift undulating by the rumbling roar,
the surf of each a scurf upon the unground.

i beckon with broken voices,
with meanings no one else may know;

glorious divine face, hoary sun behind space,
Orpheus his mind made, soft seas rush with brine lays,
ores seem flush kissed by blaze, doors keys dust mist pied days,
more scenes flood, twists light’s maze, your dreams gush, blitz blithe’s play,
stories lush, wit displayed, “Lord see us; fling thy rays. “

no, none may see nor hear,
thy undiscovered continent of adamant,
never once did its shimmer shine through the aetherial brine,
ghostly, invisible, sunbright, blending itself with the signs of shadow,
binding always in all ways the half shade half covered half heard half remembered form,
the sea of multiplicity manifold many faceted,
each recalls and returns as an anamnesis,
riding the tide to the depths as a mariner dives for a pearl apotropaic,

diving past the jinxed-Jonah, diving past the jeweled jets, diving past until Janus-faced janus is janussed as a twinflower of Twa;

twas twofold twilight twiring twice, twinkling twitches twisted twiltlike twirling twinned twelvemonths of the year.

merely mere’d to the mere of me, mirage’d as mansions of coral and fiery gemstone hoards,

how deliberate, how lunar, how larval,
with care, with care.

Cont

O sun, O moon, O stars, you will hold me no longer with your terraced void of terror, bracketing this body as an ashlar cubical;

three hundred and thirty three cubits wide,
three hundred and thirty three cubits long,
three hundred and thirty three cubits high.
for a single cubit capstone caps the stone,
with one hundred and eleven names of God.

and a hundred and elven times I cried;

as Abrasax named,
as Adam kadman‘s flame,
as brass and glass shard,
as pard and blackguard,
as Star stained snake,
as wand-wave mage,
as wanga charms drawn,
as rage-carnate dawn,
as glaive armed saptraps,
as past carnage scars,
as Bal hadad‘s hands clap
flashed jaguar fast crashed zags smashed as dark glades trade sparks and ash,
rays and shades play maze games,
days gain calm and pain,
balmed and plain,
slain and blamed,
afraid and flayed,
blades barrage as raids,
fate fades and strays,
ways wax wane and stay,
ALL ALWAYS A.

boundless the para sang for endless parasangs,
parashiva, parabrahman, apara mara,
all sang in a pair of voices paradisal of I and THiNE.

I! i! I i crIed!

being Ani,
beholding Ain,

being ayin,
beholding eien,

by QNA!

where dwells Ehyah asher ehyah?
fettered by unfettering the letters,
I Question N Answer;

is man to be born from a dog or from God? is he “can is” (the causal power and description, the powers of Canis the sun-beast star-dog, the salt vault bolt chain maker)

or

is he “AeTh” ( the atomic object idea, all always A as playing in ten thousand places with ten thousand faces, married to the face maker many-colored dancer verb-spirit, the emblem of all as the one who is all always moving, mercury azoth among the magicians, same named Atah among the hebrews, alpha and omega the greek.)

squaring the circle I choose the cataphatic verbal avatara of bhairava to bear the bare apophatic eternal truth as one God, revealed not hid by the fog, congealed as a knotting of thoughts as a tapestry web, the ebb of each word a step as a dog steps to his master, mirthful in the hark of my blemished bark for its sparked by the imperishable spark of the God’s skull gospel that lives in the awful depths of the soul, and the terrible extents of the whole universe, the selfsame ruby curse of I AM I.

Cont

for accursed is wind, i,
purified by mind, am,
into the three breaths. I.

from earth, e,
from air, ah,
from sky, oh,

IAO From Dog to God by one breath,

from sky, oh,
from air, ah,
from earth, e,

OAI from God to Dog by one breath,

and I Aoidos draw slow breaths,
and in jealous ecstasy sing,
of the Heaven’s internal King;
the I AM Idol bAphOmEth.

thou art he who was, is, and shall be,
thou art the song, thou art the singer, thou are the sung of,
beloved! beloved! beloved! beloved! beloved!
far be it from me, from me, to deny you me,
thou the seed, fruit, stem, flower and finery of deity.

The prayer leaping,
melodious continuously, polyphonic, rhyming, my heart and the heart of God beating,
the life of life continuously breathing,
with joyful noises nature ever newborn ever pleasantly being,
as in the gardens of Babylon still blooming,
the horizon moon vast as the dreams I dreamed dreaming,
evening, face to face with the morning,
undifferentiating, all changing waves of bliss,
this is it, the presence entering,
raging! breaking! tumulting! bursting! sprouting! doubling! thundering! uncovering!
the prayers meaning, the engraving of the heart’s graving,
the familiar tears at the father’s calling,
the covenant of us four, the Tetragrammaton’s uttering,
the venefic cacophony, the miasma of my stuttering,
but an elixir‘s harmony, negated in its negating, eaten in its eating
revealing the king.

great peacock! King of the angels!
in silence a serpent,
in shouting a lion,
thou, the silence that never was, always spoken,
the silence a cruse, the body a cruse, earthen,
diamond, broken, a serpent coiling about,
and within, a single hiss shatters,
a flood of poison elixir.

Revelation of revelation,
Obscuration of obscuration,
revelation of Obscuration.
obscuration of Revelation,

the word is the body, the breaking, the binding, the given.
the silence is the meaning ungiven,
the word obscures the silence,
the silence reveals the word,
at once it is given and only alluded to, at once ungiven and given, to obscure itself it revealed itself, to reveal itself it Obscured itself, both at once.

the hiss is the word, the poison is the referent, absolute idea, absolute poison. the hiss rattles the hiss, splitting into all directions, signaling the venom.

the venom is its emanation, the venom is its essence, both at once, the emission essential.

to both bind and release, never-sunyata and always-all, both at once in the word and the silence.

a single drop of elixir.

Cont

blue-necked the peacock drinks the drop.
not overmuch, not over-little,
not windhover, not kingfisher,
i winnowed, I unwinnowed, in one wizard syllable,
Laugh, KHA, KHA, KHA, KHA, KHA, KHA, KHA.
I, laughing and singing the song of the heart,
with voices both angelic and bestial,
with a joy both the mystic and sorcerer devil lacks,
Laugh, KHA, KHA, KHA, KHA, KHA, KHA, KHA.

and that place I forgot, that earth, i see that earth, where from my mirth was made,
it lays amain before, once more agayne.
but unified and polyphonic, as an inverse pentagram, a hexagram and a cross,
with all the grandeur of Babylon as DaGON laid prostrate before the ark,
the multiplicity of masks and veils unmasked and unveiled, as Moses did, which is infinite.
the song God taught me in eternity, remembered in that moment,
and with it the great key, the great cry, the great rhyme, the great lay, the Great Word,
The word whose name is sweeter than all others,
that unspeakable all-speaking word almighty,
(that name which Abraham, Isaac and Jacob knew of secretly, which makes euphony of the multitudinous murmurs of otherwhere, which satiates infinity, which bursts the coffin of time eternal,)
the name of Jesus.

> I went out lookings for answers
Anwers for what?
For nothing and everything
Just to realize
There is no nothing and everything
It was you all the time
I liked this.
> Cause since you left I'm nothing
Cause you were everything
Little too high school, I’d leave these last lines off

Ghost go boo
Ghost scare you
Boo!

Haunted house
Quiet as mouse
Boo!

Rustling sheet
See-through feet
Boo!

Ling'ring soul
Oh so old
Boo!

Ghost go boo
Ghost scare you
Boo!

Classic Dano.

Shes now gone

But she never came

To begin with

She gone
But she

never came
With me

Thanks for at least contributing a piece with sincere effort put into it.

There was a man, inside his plane

Blue shirt and jean plants, he rides not-plain

A man he met; masked and and bound

"Your a big guy," he said. "For you," his reply

He asked whats his plan is, the other says it's to be caught

Then what comes after next? He said?

His answer; "Crashing this plane. With no survivors".

You want a poem, but don't hold your breath
Between Othello, Hamlet and Macbeth
Though not a white girl, I'd choose Othello first
Macbeth would be my second choice. Be cursed
Sweet Hamlet's ending, rushed and left no tear.
I won't bother write this poem as Shakespeare.

>Hamlet ending
>rushed
it's his longest play and far from rushed

two most recent

#1
The fruit section at Wal-Mart's a diverse place
Where congregate women of all size and race
There I tasted a fruit of some-such genus
That worked voodoo on my Christian penis
I found myself—at once—in bestial lands
To be plucked & possessed by fragrant, black hands
Made drunk by a powerful and pervasive heat
As pendulous breasts swung to a native beat
Jungle fever striken—all virtue sapping
Tormented by sounds of bare cheeks clapping
In the sands of insanity, my psyche was slipping
A banana in hand—of nectar dripping

#2
excerpt from a play with working title The Incel's Opera
Character A:
Behold the pretty hole yonder
Amid the grass where crawlers creep
Over each curve my eyes wander
Tonight I'll mow her in my sleep

Character B:
You're a thinker not a doer
She's a tinker and a hoo'er
She smells like fresh manure
And her mouth's an open sewer

Character C:
Before thinking how you'd do'er
Love you must first shew 'er!

Character A:
Speak of love? I barely know 'er!
On the grassy bed I'll throw 'er
There I'll plough my pecker sore
And not a penny will I owe 'er

I watch them pine and yearn and endure
within my heart I cannot help but to resonate.
Yet it is is disparate,
this want they have for a cambion whore,
a commoner's desire for pleasures forevermore.
I am not beyond these urges,
all the power for transcending such desires
but within me, beasts conspire,
to feed demiurges
and drown my mind in quagmire.
Is there an escape to this peril?
Shall I be forever consigned to this turmoil?
Shall my desires fall to skin slathered in oil,
to covetousness so feral?
Or can I transcend, and break this cycle of torment and toil?

I am not a poet.

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So far Frater is still the only poet here. The rest of y'all can't into any of the basic techniques that transform prose into poetry
>God's skull gospel
Kino

Shut the fuck up Frater, everyone here hates you

appalling, yet impressive

KEK

Egg-shell white instead of beige
A line of letters like a solemn cortège
Hightower
Serif
Will you look at that
My forehead starts to shine with sweat
It's supreme, yet gentle, subtle art
It's Paul Fucking Allen's business card

I adore this thank you

Another solid entry. See? All it took was a bit of cajoling and now we're rolling.

As a j*w, my wife loves Blacks
Enriching her at night
Come to Israel and relax
Hop on the nearest flight!

j*wish women all love Blacks
And want a darker son
Fly to Israel and relax
The j*wish girls are fun!

j*wish "men" will welcome Blacks
To boost our GDP
Live in Israel and relax
The drinks will all be free!

O! Blacks!
Shalom!
We have your backs!

Dick cut like spring grass,

After fake Vagina Rots,

Suicide follows.

aah yes
I see that
you know your judo well
A nice
headlock sir

GET YOUR HAND OFF MY PENIS

Waves that fight to drag us all below,
Spraying brine across the hardened faces,
Nearing land, a place we cannot go

Lightning bolts, around the sea they glow,
Leaving eyes to blur with violet traces.
Waves that fight to drag us all below

Decks are battered as horrid storms that blow
Icy gallons onto our ship, it races,
Nearing land, a place we cannot go

Buckled under endless torrent's flow
Pray we find a path to calmer places.
Waves that fight to drag us all below

'Turn her round!' a scream that none will know,
All are deaf to fear and no one braces,
Nearing land, a place we cannot go

Now our fate is clear, the rocks so low
Beneath the waves, upend us, falling spaces,
Waves that fight to drag us all below,
Nearing land, a place we cannot go.