Share poetry you've made yourself, or just can relate to.
I often find myself thinking that many of the great poets of the past who we remember and wrote about unrequited love would feel at home on r9k
A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast
That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we die.
Therefore, 'tis with full happiness that I
Will trace the story of Endymion.
The very music of the name has gone
Into my being, and each pleasant scene
Is growing fresh before me as the green
Of our own valleys: so I will begin
Now while I cannot hear the city's din;
Now while the early budders are just new,
And run in mazes of the youngest hue
About old forests; while the willow trails
Its delicate amber; and the dairy pails
Bring home increase of milk. And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll smoothly steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Many and many a verse I hope to write,
Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white,
Hide in deep herbage; and ere yet the bees
Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas,
I must be near the middle of my story.
O may no wintry season, bare and hoary,
See it half finished: but let Autumn bold,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Be all about me when I make an end!
And now at once, adventuresome, I send
My herald thought into a wilderness:
There let its trumpet blow, and quickly dress
My uncertain path with green, that I may speed
Easily onward, thorough flowers and weed.
A personal favorite.
Untold originality within this reply
and thus we say "Fuck you, Bot"
i preferred the rap battle / freestyle threads
>>28473760
That's a very nice one anon
I am so alone as I sit here, so familiar of this stillness of myself, petrified and fastened within this medusan place,
here fixedly fermenting into vinegar within an acrid cloud of cigarette smoke.
Trapped and here aching under the heavy press of this perpetual stillness thus it seems,
my loneliness has materialized to immobilize my flesh, in its heavy mesh.
Empty-Lonely immateriality meeting materiality,
coarsely threading throughout me as well as all about me,
running heavily through-within the very casing of my marrow,
piercing me deep down within the sanctum of my being.
Here pierced and stitched by loneliness, here wound in loneliness and weary from its envelopment,
I have become wearisome unto my years, coiling their place with weighty threads spun from lonely lethargy and envenomed with my misery,
so now the colour of the years has paled and their pace has all but paused in lonely death,
leaving me to yearly grieve the sameness of their morbidity before their monotonous moribundity.
Now how the years unto me do ever seem to smother,
thus so quietly do I wait, breathless to speak, breadthless of living motion,
unable to move and breathe in life beneath this heavy-dusty pall draped across me in all my dead years,
and this year seems so lonelily dead already, no different from all the dead and lonely years before,
this creeping lonely deathly torpor, how much it life abhors.
You're my love, my life the air that i breath. You're my soul, my happiness all that i need. You're my light my dark the stars in the sky, you're my ups my downs and the reason i try. You're my strength, my weakness and love from the start. You're my heartache my pain, the beat of my heart. You're my tears, my joy the love that you bring. You're my world, my galaxy (name), you are my everything. Wrote this poem for my ex girlfriend one year ago. Hope you robots enjoy. I miss her so goddamn much...
Robots should read the poem Hymn to Intellectual Beauty by Shelley! It's so good!
>Never met her
>She liked it way more than the actually romantic one I wrote later
>I think it's total shit
My ode to Babe
Rhyming may not be my forte,
Meters remind me of a cab,
So I hope this won't be too gay;
Shame would lead me to the Gulag.
I have no needs when you are here,
If ever your voice brings no cheer,
Your signature unfading smile
Keeps me content for quite a while.
This might read a little flimsy;
All to say you have my fancy
Even if you grow quite antsy
For I love your lineancy.
I know this is lame
I cringed after reading it again
I'm a coat.
Look over there
draped over a chair..
It's not nice to stare.
I'm a coat.
dirty pockets and unraveled strings
yet .. that's why I'm still here
some people insist to wear old things
I'm a coat
lumped and tossed without a thought
no room to sit..
there can be no comfort in this spot
Look at that
it's another friend at the door!
Don't worry that you're all here..
Why don't you just give him this spare?
I'm a coat
my holes make you cold
What a thought..
but that only makes you more bold
We both know what must happen
it's nothing new for the worn
your friend just got here ..
fun should never be torn
Sweep me off
Light as cloth while his eyes do froth
the shrill rub of my fabric..
I just hope I left no static
My collar is cold.
With softness packed in your palm
as my sleeves dangle at your side..
this coat, you almost forgot to hide.
>Sometimes when I catch bad feels I will write one in my iphone notes
She has no idea
Do you think she dreamt about me, the night I dreamt about her?
I need to escape
The time I talked to God about her, and then when I saw her after
Did she know then?
The time I thought about her for hours, and decided to go for a walk to enjoy my thoughts of her more, and then I saw her again.
I should be happy.
But I think I need her
Her beloved, he doesn't know
And, rational me says she couldn't possibly know
But every time I close my eyes,
Or hear a strong wind through the evergreens,
Or see the innocent eyes,
She defeats me
>>28473960
Never seen a more elaborate way for someone to express being in the closet.
>>28473864
I enjoyed it, what happened to her? If you don't mind my asking
i posted this on /lit/ and got the piss taken out of me. But it's one of the few poems i've writen so..
Breath
let the eyes watch
and learn to count with every pore.
Breath
rape your lungs with air
you need and desire
ever more.
Pepermint crisp skin
frozen
by bitter words
and with acid like saliva drops
crawling
like morning dew across your face
it hurts.
You can't count the times
you've covered your ears
and you've covered your eyeballs
with pretty words
you've sung until they've become harmonies.
They eco across your stomach pit
and they dance and turn your throat raw
with their thistle like thorns
and silk smooth rose petals
that you need and desire
with your every bone
down to your very core.
Shine
who shall remember.
Bring
your brittle heart forward
and see the blackened tar
given to you by your thoughts
Dig
with your bare hands
for reasons only you know
dreams and desires
buried, in the ashes of your brain sells
Forgive
the stranger you've become
See
a shine and the air you breathe
you thought long gone
then forgoten
once more.
>>28473983
i like this man. I can relate to a lot of what you say so it hit a personal note
>>28473960
Damn that's fucking nice my man. Not cringy at all
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>>28473949
i know fuck all about poetry but i enjoyed all of these. I feel embarrased about posting my one now
magnificence lies within the retched
the satisfied soul, no virtue breeds
content are the plains
no mountains or oceans
stagnant are those avoiding all grief
Just made this now. let me know what you think
>>28474418
Bretty good. Brettay good.
I found this in one of my notebooks today. I can't make sense out of it. I was probably really high or something, and it's probably either about painkillers or my girlfriend. I wish I could remember when I wrote it at least, to pull some life context out of it. It had to be sometime in the last 6 months.
As solid as stardust
Lies behind the skin
I think of you more
I think less of you
Like the dust of the moon on the field where it fell
The words "I love you" blown across yr. nipples
On the blue grey sheet with the blinds shut and the windows up
The dead earth will fall in the black dwarf sun
Like Lilith's rib, I crawl back up
Returning from exile
The shores of cancer
The honey in her labia
Bury me
There once lived a young man
Fearless in his mind can turn
Diamond into sand
Yet still more to learn
The tides of time bathed him in pain
The enigmatic phantoms came a haunting
As he stayed glued in place he grew insane
Everything around him grew daunting
>>28473760
Gay af (originally senpai)
Love After Love, by Derek Walcott. I think it speaks well to those with >tfw no gf
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
>>28474134
Senpai....yikes
>My seat is the fetid hollow of an aged grave; my desk is the back of fallen tombstone worn smooth by devastating centuries; my light is that of the stars and thin-edged moon, yet I can see as clearly as though it were midday. Around my on every side, sepulchral sentinels guarding enkempt graves, the tilting, decrepit headstones lie half-hidden in masses of nauseous, rotting vegetation. Above the rest, silhouetted against the livid sky, an august monument lifts austere, tapering spire like the spectral chieftain of a Lemurian horde. The air is heavy with the noxious odors of fungi and the scent of damp, mouldy earth, but to me it is the aroma of Elysium. It is still - terrifyingly still - with a silence, whose very profundity bespeaks the solemn and the hideous. Could I choose my habituation it would be the heart of some such city of putrefying flesh and crumbling bones; for their nearness sends ecstatic thrills through my soul, causing the stagnant blood to race through my veins and my torpid heart to pound with delirious joy - for the presence of death is life to me!
>>28473760
That's a beautiful one, Anon
yo
one time i sucked six in a row
one time i sucked six dirty dicks in a row
one time i got my kicks with joe and i sucked his dick and five of his friends in a row
>>28473661
The entire Iliad
The entire Odyssey
The entire Aeneid
