I want to give to my oneitis in uni some poems. What's the better way and moment to do it?
>inb4 none
Can we read the poems first?
If you feel uncomfortable sharing, then I'll be willing to exchange poems with you. I'm a wannabe writer too, and at least two of the poems I've written have been about love. (Although obviously I've never experienced it.)
post the poems, dante
>>27115467
My friend did that to his oneitis. He handed her a crappy one subject notebook scrawled cover to cover with them on Valentine's Day.She didn't date him.
>>27115830
>>27116048
I'm Italian and so my poems are written in the language of Dante. I'll try to translate at least one or two even if they lose almost everything.
I guess I have to post first, since OP is a bashful faggot.
I call this one, "Shakespeare Wants Sum Fuk Bby"
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Dreamt have I of a second, kindly land
Wherein like shadows stride, but effigies
Are they of those we cast upon our ground;
For while they boast our egoistic shapes,
And glut the halls with bloated pirouettes,
Throw they no darkness where their bodies glide.
(Gleaned they their essence, I should guess, from where
The silvered surface of a lake commits
Incestuous deeds upon the purple gold
Which showers down as dusk devours the day.)
I cannot fathom such a mortal place,
Where water sweet as honey-wine flows forth
From melting glass in spring, and instruments
Profess to loves which dim the very stars,
That carries in its loins the elements
Whereby your marble curvature was sired.
To drink in gulps from such fine stuffs as this,
What flesh I'd flagellate, what fires I'd leap!
What crimes I would confess in perjury
To sample the ambrosia on your lips,
Left there by heathen gods whose ichor bleeds
For thee till all their veins burn desert-dry!
Throw off your silken chains for me, O fair
salvation given flesh and slender stilts!
I count the fickle seasons by your skin,
Where hills are ris'n as altars to white knives,
Or flames distill from thee the nectars sweet,
Upon the moody shiftings of the clouds.
And those same clouds I know have wept nearby
Because their sorrow bounces in your hair,
Where it doth glitter as your jewelry!
(I'm blinded ergo when you choose to hide.)
Unknown's the quantity of keys you hold,
Cruel mistress, but upon the ring lies mine,
Where sprouts the rust of beauty's soft neglect!
Imprisoned here, how many years shall pass
Ere I have bought my freedom in the sun,
That I might share with thee a daring day?
>>27116149
post them in italian too, or did you write them in old tuscan?
>>27116216
I wrote them in old tuscan, but the real problem is that I tried to translated one of them giving up almost all the archaic worlds and when I've finished it said something like No-Acii text isn't permitted. If I can put everything togheter again in th right way I do it again, otherwise I can't.
>>27116633
posta gli originali compa
"Francesca"
You brandished the air and you didn't care,
Now alone you go through the heavens
Raving and only the shy stars
Dare to reflect your appearance,
But in them your figure is a little thing.
I'd want that of the desire of me selfsame
You would be elated, but frivolous are dreams
And so your errant smile
In the night of so vacuous breaths
That golden seem, but so far don't shine.
>>27116867
ayyy postala in volgare
>>27116867
Better than I was expecting anon, don't waste it on some bitch
Also don't write free verse
>>27115467
Just hand her some notebook paper with Slipknot song lyrics on it.
>>27116943
Ci ho provato, ma il sito a volte non mi permette di scrivere in italiano.
>>27117091
Thanks.
>>27117091
anyway in the original aren't free verses
