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No. 74864

A place to share poems you've written, favorite poems etc.

No. 74865

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Please don't laugh at me lol

No. 74870

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>and I eat men like air
Nothing to be embarrassed of here anon

No. 74906

To the people who write poetry: why do you do it? Also, do you keep it private or share it? When did you get good? I just wrote a crappy first poem recently and it really helped me understand me emotions.

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No. 74920

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I love Florence Welch’s poetry in her book. I would consider all of her songs to be poetry though.

No. 74922

I haven't written poetry in a long time but when I did it was because I liked reading poetry. I felt like writing it helped me process my emotions like you mentioned. it's kind of like drawing or journaling I guess. I liked to share my poetry but for some people it's too personal. I still never got good at poetry so I can't answer that lol but also there are different styles of poetry.

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IDK the name of this one, but the author's name is on the pic. I found it after watching Oldboy and googling the first part bc it sounded so cool to me, but then I ended up liking the whole poem.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone.

No. 75101

“Solitude” is the title. Thanks for sharing, it is beautiful,

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No. 75282

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im usually more into prose than poetry but some poems do speak to my soul. this one by wcw epitomizes the concept of mindfulness for me

woolf truly is the queen of writing, thanks for sharing anon

No. 75286

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The Two Voices" by Tennyson. My favorite poem.

No. 75293

To me this reads like purple prose. I want to like Woolf so bad but her work is so uninteresting to me.

No. 75336

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No. 75645

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At the Gate by Henrik Nordbrandt is probably my favorite poem ever. Breaks my heart every time I read it.

No. 75648

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ngl i hated mrs dalloway when i first read it. but then something clicked and now i find most other authors a bit bland lol. her writings pretty atmospheric and it helps how #­relatable she is
but maybe posting prose is a bit off topic

No. 75652

That poem is awesome .It expresses something personal in my life that I could never objectify to feel . I always just felt numb , but I think I just felt it . Thanks anon .

No. 75671

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Would recommend Olga Broumas. She writes a lot about women, particularly lesbians, in a way that references old myth/fairytales. Some really beautiful stuff. Cinderella is my fav.

No. 75697

Really enjoyed this and was surprised by the date it was written. I wonder how many women back then wanted to express this but couldn't

No. 77937

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No. 78687

I heard someone say that poetry shouldn't rhyme because it looks like your word choice is chosen because it rhymes. But if poetry doesn't rhyme what makes it different from prose?

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I unironically like Lana's newest poem

No. 94030

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No. 94041

This poem was not written by Hitler, but by Georg Runsky in 1906. It was attributed to Hitler and republished as an act of propaganda.
See the original here
(sorry, can't screencap as I cannot turn off night mode)

No. 94044

I don't think that book even exist, anon. I wish there was a way to know for sure.

No. 98968

my favourite poet is elizabeth barrett browning especially her poem 'thec cry of the children'. I love victorian poetry. i like it when poetry rhymes though, i feel like poems are poems because of that musicality

No. 113391

Any other anons who love to write poetry while drunk? It's one of my weird hobbies but lmao I feel like I should never share them

No. 113400

I'm really into poetry and I would like to write some but no matter how much I try I can never get them to be beautiful and full of emotions like the ones I read. How exactly does one get better at writing poetry?

You should share anon!

No. 114311

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The more things change…

No. 115363

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Easter Bunny
by Mary Brandolino

In memory of all the bunnies we couldn't save

I remember Easter Sunday
It was colorful and fun
The new life that I'd begun
In my new cage.

I was just a little thing
When they brought me from the store
And they put me on the floor
In my cage.

They would take me out to play
Love and pet me all the time
Then at day's end I would climb
In my cage.

But as days and weeks went by
I saw less of them it seemed
Of their loving touch I dreamed
In my cage.

In the night outside their house
I felt sad and so neglected
Often scared and unprotected
In my cage.

In the dry or rainy weather
Sometimes hotter sometimes colder
I just sat there growing older
In my cage.

The cat and dog raced by me
Playing with each other only
While I sat there feeling lonely
In my cage.

Upon the fresh green grass
Children skipped and laughed all day
I could only watch them play
From my cage.

They used to take me out
And let me scamper in the sun
I no longer get to run
In my cage.

Once a cute and cuddly bunny
Like a little ball of cotton
Now I'm grown up and forgotten
In my cage.

I don't know what went wrong
At the home I did inhabit
I just grew to be a rabbit
In my cage.

But they've brought me to the pound
I was once loved and enjoyed
Now I wait to be destroyed
In my cage.

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No. 148117

pets being abandoned once they grow older sure is adorable!

No. 148123

Oh my god why did I read this I have to go kiss my rabbit right now

No. 148185

God bless you for taking care of your bunny. They are such precious creatures. We don't deserve them.

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No. 148531

t. Adam Lanza

No. 150246

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I'm at my wits' end trying to find this poem. It's about gay sex and one of the lines is something like "why don't you swallow? was it something i ate?"

Anyone know what I'm talking about? I saw it on LJ in the mid-2000s when someone posted it, and I think it may have been published in some anthology.

pic unrelated, he's the first gay poet that came to mind

No. 150347

Are you sure it wasn't just an original poem that someone wrote?

No. 150401

Nope, it was definitely a published poet.

No. 150549

shit lmao, now I wanna know too

No. 166853

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I'm hoping we can bring this thread back. This is probably my favourite poem ever

No. 167486

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Something pure and childlike about this poem. I love it so much.

No. 167506

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By Emily Brontë.

No. 167561

I wish I had more poetry to contribute to this thread lol.

No. 170768

are there any free resources for learning how to write poetry? I want to learn to write it because I think it would be a good way to express myself but I have no idea how. if I tried it would probably come out sounding like gabbie hanna's poetry.

No. 170773

I would just start off reading poetry and seeing what resonates with you, think of it as doing studies for art as you develop your own style.

No. 170790

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Mary Oliver's book on libgen

No. 170969

Ngl I would like a thread where we can post our own bad (or good) poetry.

No. 171415

You can post that here. It says it in the description.

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In the green garden
freshly baked bread awaits me
alongside sweet juice

No. 172605

A ship lost at sea–
There, the shining Northern star!
I find my way home.

No. 172629

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I have this problem too, anon. I actually have a harder time getting into non-rhyming poetry because I feel if I delete all the line breaks, it doesn't have as good a cadence as rhyming poetry does.

I read Richard Siken's two books and while I like his poetry, he had one prose work in that book and TBH it read almost exactly as his poems. I felt a bit disappointed.

IMO some poets like Christina Rossetti or AE Housman just hit different. I understand how they're considered poetry and admired for their musicality, but I kind of don't get how non-rhyming musical poetry is different from regular wonky prose.

Not a bash on interesting prose; I read it, but I don't get the nuance (yet).

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I mean there is a lot of theory on what makes a poem. For the imagists, it was concision of language, sharp images, and classical aesthetic. H.D is the go to for that stuff. It also useful to note that the imagists came of age with the popularisation of photography, which probably had a huge effect on literature.

No. 172675

Oh angels, pale stars in the sky
make me forget the wounds I carry
on my back, of the sorrow I hurt by
and let me gently sleep within the meadow
among the flowers white, golden, merry.

No. 172781

Sorry I don't know a lot of poets. Who is H.D.?

No. 172817

Thank you for sharing nonnie. This one moved me lol

No. 172827

Emily was a fellow femcel. If she were alive today, she would’ve been a fujo NEET for sure.

No. 172875

diff anon but Hilda Doolittle! She was from wiki: "an American poet, novelist, and memoirist, associated with the early 20th-century avant-garde Imagist group of poets, including Ezra Pound and Richard Aldington.

No. 173015


Yeah, that's her. Hilda Doolittle, she published her poems under her initials. I think she was America's best modernist.

There's also the New York School whose poetic subject was slice-of-life and they tried to write in the voice of the conversations of the gay MoMA crowd.

I'm just saying to find which poems click with you and start from there.

No. 279711

Has anybody ever seen that meme poem 'you're going down the mine' from /lit/? For the life of me, I cannot find it.

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No. 287111

I really like this surreal poem by Philippe Soupault because it reminded me of laura palmer lol

Towards the night

It's late
in the shade and in the wind
a cry rises with the night
I don't wait for anyone
to nobody
not even to a memory
The hour has long passed
but that cry that the wind carries
and push forward
comes from a place that is beyond
above the dream
I don't wait for anyone
but here is the night
crowned by fire
from the eyes of all the dead
And everything that had to disappear
everything lost
you have to find it again
above the dream
towards the night.

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i love this poem from gormenghast, it's seemingly a silly nonsense poem but if you read it knowing (or anticipating) the events of the later books it's clearly symbolic of the themes and characters in them. it’s also written using amphibrach which is my favourite meter ever.

No. 287224

A poem I wrote about Steve Howe:

Lamb love, made of sound
Alpha rhythms, colors profound
Fingers kind, love in your eyes
String hums, whines, and cries
Painting the air with warbles
Passionate play, done without foible
A picture painted in our minds
Through strings our hearts combine

Please clap

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my favorite poem.

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I don't know if this belongs here as it's not a proper poem, but Virginia Woolf's suicide note to her husband always makes me tear up.

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My prompt was “write a poem in the style of Edgar Allan Poe about an autistic woman.”

No. 294737

aw thanks nonnie, you are so dreamy..

No. 313156

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Widsið maðolade, wordhord onleac,
se þe monna mæst mægþa ofer eorþan,
folca geondferde; oft he on flette geþah
mynelicne maþþum. Him from Myrgingum

æþele onwocon. He mid Ealhhilde,
fælre freoþuwebban, forman siþe
Hreðcyninges ham gesohte
eastan of Ongle, Eormanrices,
wraþes wærlogan. Ongon þa worn sprecan:

"Fela ic monna gefrægn mægþum wealdan!
Sceal þeodna gehwylc þeawum lifgan,
eorl æfter oþrum eðle rædan,
se þe his þeodenstol geþeon wile.
þara wæs Hwala hwile selast,

ond Alexandreas ealra ricost
monna cynnes, ond he mæst geþah
þara þe ic ofer foldan gefrægen hæbbe.
ætla weold Hunum, Eormanric Gotum,
Becca Baningum, Burgendum Gifica.

Casere weold Creacum ond Cælic Finnum,
Hagena Holmrygum ond Heoden Glommum.
Witta weold Swæfum, Wada Hælsingum,
Meaca Myrgingum, Mearchealf Hundingum.
þeodric weold Froncum, þyle Rondingum,

Breoca Brondingum, Billing Wernum.
Oswine weold Eowum ond Ytum Gefwulf,
Fin Folcwalding Fresna cynne.
Sigehere lengest Sædenum weold,
Hnæf Hocingum, Helm Wulfingum,

Wald Woingum, Wod þyringum,
Sæferð Sycgum, Sweom Ongendþeow,
Sceafthere Ymbrum, Sceafa Longbeardum,
Hun Hætwerum ond Holen Wrosnum.
Hringweald wæs haten Herefarena cyning.

Offa weold Ongle, Alewih Denum;
se wæs þara manna modgast ealra,
no hwæþre he ofer Offan eorlscype fremede,
ac Offa geslog ærest monna,
cnihtwesende, cynerica mæst.

Nænig efeneald him eorlscipe maran
on orette. Ane sweorde
merce gemærde wið Myrgingum
bi Fifeldore; heoldon forð siþþan
Engle ond Swæfe, swa hit Offa geslog.

Hroþwulf ond Hroðgar heoldon lengest
sibbe ætsomne suhtorfædran,
siþþan hy forwræcon wicinga cynn
ond Ingeldes ord forbigdan,
forheowan æt Heorote Heaðobeardna þrym.

Swa ic geondferde fela fremdra londa
geond ginne grund. Godes ond yfles
þær ic cunnade cnosle bidæled,
freomægum feor folgade wide.
Forþon ic mæg singan ond secgan spell,

mænan fore mengo in meoduhealle
hu me cynegode cystum dohten.
Ic wæs mid Hunum ond mid Hreðgotum,
mid Sweom ond mid Geatum ond mid Suþdenum.
Mid Wenlum ic wæs ond mid Wærnum ond mid wicingum.

Mid Gefþum ic wæs ond mid Winedum ond mid Gefflegum.
Mid Englum ic wæs ond mid Swæfum ond mid ænenum.
Mid Seaxum ic wæs ond Sycgum ond mid Sweordwerum.
Mid Hronum ic wæs ond mid Deanum ond mid Heaþoreamum.
Mid þyringum ic wæs ond mid þrowendum,

ond mid Burgendum, þær ic beag geþah;
me þær Guðhere forgeaf glædlicne maþþum
songes to leane. Næs þæt sæne cyning!
Mid Froncum ic wæs ond mid Frysum ond mid Frumtingum.
Mid Rugum ic wæs ond mid Glommum ond mid Rumwalum.

Swylce ic wæs on Eatule mid ælfwine,
se hæfde moncynnes, mine gefræge,
leohteste hond lofes to wyrcenne,
heortan unhneaweste hringa gedales,
beorhtra beaga, bearn Eadwines.

Mid Sercingum ic wæs ond mid Seringum;
mid Creacum ic wæs ond mid Finnum ond mid Casere,
se þe winburga geweald ahte,
wiolena ond wilna, ond Wala rices.
Mid Scottum ic wæs ond mid Peohtum ond mid Scridefinnum;

mid Lidwicingum ic wæs ond mid Leonum ond mid Longbeardum,
mid hæðnum ond mid hæleþum ond mid Hundingum.
Mid Israhelum ic wæs ond mid Exsyringum,
mid Ebreum ond mid Indeum ond mid Egyptum.
Mid Moidum ic wæs ond mid Persum ond mid Myrgingum,

ond Mofdingum ond ongend Myrgingum,
ond mid Amothingum. Mid Eastþyringum ic wæs
ond mid Eolum ond mid Istum ond Idumingum.
Ond ic wæs mid Eormanrice ealle þrage,
þær me Gotena cyning gode dohte;

se me beag forgeaf, burgwarena fruma,
on þam siex hund wæs smætes goldes,
gescyred sceatta scillingrime;
þone ic Eadgilse on æht sealde,
minum hleodryhtne, þa ic to ham bicwom,

leofum to leane, þæs þe he me lond forgeaf,
mines fæder eþel, frea Myrginga.
Ond me þa Ealhhild oþerne forgeaf,
dryhtcwen duguþe, dohtor Eadwines.
Hyre lof lengde geond londa fela,

þonne ic be songe secgan sceolde
hwær ic under swegle selast wisse
goldhrodene cwen giefe bryttian.
ðonne wit Scilling sciran reorde
for uncrum sigedryhtne song ahofan,

hlude bi hearpan hleoþor swinsade,
þonne monige men, modum wlonce,
wordum sprecan, þa þe wel cuþan,
þæt hi næfre song sellan ne hyrdon.
ðonan ic ealne geondhwearf eþel Gotena,

sohte ic a gesiþa þa selestan;
þæt wæs innweorud Earmanrices.
Heðcan sohte ic ond Beadecan ond Herelingas,
Emercan sohte ic ond Fridlan ond Eastgotan,
frodne ond godne fæder Unwenes.

Seccan sohte ic ond Beccan, Seafolan ond þeodric,
Heaþoric ond Sifecan, Hliþe ond Incgenþeow.
Eadwine sohte ic ond Elsan, ægelmund ond Hungar,
ond þa wloncan gedryht Wiþmyrginga.
Wulfhere sohte ic ond Wyrmhere; ful oft þær wig ne alæg,

þonne Hræda here heardum sweordum
ymb Wistlawudu wergan sceoldon
ealdne eþelstol ætlan leodum.
Rædhere sohte ic ond Rondhere, Rumstan ond Gislhere,
Wiþergield ond Freoþeric, Wudgan ond Haman;

ne wæran þæt gesiþa þa sæmestan,
þeah þe ic hy anihst nemnan sceolde.
Ful oft of þam heape hwinende fleag
giellende gar on grome þeode;
wræccan þær weoldan wundnan golde

werum ond wifum, Wudga ond Hama.
Swa ic þæt symle onfond on þære feringe,
þæt se biþ leofast londbuendum
se þe him god syleð gumena rice
to gehealdenne, þenden he her leofað."

Swa scriþende gesceapum hweorfað
gleomen gumena geond grunda fela,
þearfe secgað, þoncword sprecaþ,
simle suð oþþe norð sumne gemetað
gydda gleawne, geofum unhneawne,

se þe fore duguþe wile dom aræran,
eorlscipe æfnan, oþþæt eal scæceð,
leoht ond lif somod; lof se gewyrceð,
hafað under heofonum heahfæstne dom.

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