Post your poetry here

[El_Abominacion]

Ill start off with a classic (not mine, but it inspires me)

"I love you, bitch"
*romantic pause*
" I ain't never gon' stop loving you, bitch"

this song goes very hard
love from kazakhstan ����
I hate women so much it's unreal

[calxpal]

I had a sweet dream
Filled with ice cream...
And I was the best scoop on the team!
Cream the dream
Savor the flavor...
And oh please, do me a sweet favor?

[Tannhauser]

All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams giv’n o’er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

The time that is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present moment’s all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is only thine.

Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
’Tis all that Heav'n allows.

Love and Life: A Song
BY JOHN WILMOT 2nd EARL OF ROCHESTER

[Daco Celtic]

Vlach Laws

"You can't vote in this county boy
you're Vlach!"
"But here is my paper work"
Paperwork exchanged
Grim face
"You'll have to get in the Vlach line over there"
Points at long line
"Forget it, I'll take a nap"

[MINARDOWICZ]

Wise Up
Wise up
To the old and new reality
Dark truth beats you down like
"Lawful" backed brutality

Rise up
Defeat the cave-man mentality
But brutes are acting clown-like
Lawless in legality

Many, cold-blooded and homicidal
Merely armed guerillas with a badge and a Title
It's low-tide, but reciprocation is tidal
Society is sadly still suicidal

Spiritual warfare
Words of a "Soothsayer"

This great Tyrrany
Erroneous Epiphany

Execute efficiently
Persecute persistently

Authoritarian
Is the rise of "The Aryan"
Sophisticated...
Still barbarian

Wisdom in the peril
With their...
Eyes down the barrel

Stuck in the sorrow
And I...
Fear what's tomorrow

[IrisSelene]

i would love to make poems but im always scared that they would be awful bc i was terrible at analyzing poems in high school... to me a poem is something that rhymes and is deep and beautiful lol but apparently it's more technical than just that and i cant haha

[MINARDOWICZ]

i would love to make poems but im always scared that they would be awful bc i was terrible at analyzing poems in high school... to me a poem is something that rhymes and is deep and beautiful lol but apparently it's more technical than just that and i cant haha

Just give it a try. I am not a pro, but I have been writing for about a decade. I love it.

[Reah]

I had a sweet dream
Filled with ice cream...
And I was the best scoop on the team!
Cream the dream
Savor the flavor...
And oh please, do me a sweet favor?

so nice and cute, i read it 3 times

[Harley]

i would love to make poems but im always scared that they would be awful bc i was terrible at analyzing poems in high school... to me a poem is something that rhymes and is deep and beautiful lol but apparently it's more technical than just that and i cant haha

i think poetry is a nice way to express yourself. sometimes if i have trouble coming up with a rhyme when i’m trying to rhyme, i look up words online that could possibly rhyme or go through the alphabet in my head and recite words that rhyme with what i’m looking for. we have to start from somewhere, so give it a try. i’m sure we are all open to reading your work. :3

[Luso]

I don't think this would be considered poetry, but this is my goodbye to my grandpa before he died of cancer. (I translated it to English).

Dear avô,

You have always been, and will always be that face that makes me smile. When I look at you, I see me, and it’s in our genetics. You are the reason I’m trying my best to learn Portuguese, as I want to have fun conversations with you and avó. Cancer is just one obstacle in your long, and journey-full life, your life can be multiple books. My Portuguese heritage that originated probably generations upon generations ago from the Romans, Celtics, Visigoths, Carthaginians, and natives, makeup your distant ancestors all the way to you, then to my dad and to me. This is a beacon of light we share. When I think of the question, what is life? I think of the most astounding fact that, in the grand-scheme of things we are just dust particles floating in an infinitely expanding cosmos. This is true, we are so small on this planet thats orbit is one of quadrillion’s, but I don’t get sad at this fact. No, not at all. When I look up to the sky, I stand tall because I know my atoms are remnants of the stars that formed billions of years ago. I think of this everyday, that when I look up at the night sky and I know that yes, we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. Grandpa, when I see you, I think of this. When I reflect on that fact, I look up – many people feel small because they’re small and the Universe is big – but I feel big with you, because my atoms came from those stars. There’s a level of connectivity. That’s really what you want in life, you want to feel connected, you want to feel relevant you want to feel like you’re a participant in the goings on of activities and events around you. That’s precisely what we are, just by being alive.



Love you for eternity,

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