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- enjine-1
rilke++
but for our language, robert lowell, of course
- -sputnik-0
neruda
- mayo-1
I love poetry. I can't say i have one particular favorite, but i do know i don't like kerouac or beatnik stuff. I about clobbered a friend last night for fanning his fart with my Complete Works of Dorothy Parker.
- fissi250
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd.
Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth.They unswaddled the wet fern of her hair
And made an exhibition of its coil,
Let the air at her leathery beauty.
Pash of tallow, perishable treasure:
Her broken nose is dark as a turf clod,
Her eyeholes blank as pools in the old workings.
Diodorus Siculus confessed
His gradual ease with the likes of this:
Murdered, forgotten, nameless, terrible
Beheaded girl, outstaring axe
And beatification, outstaring
What had begun to feel like reverence.seamu sheaney
- kveldulfr_fou0
And when I shall die,
When I shall be lost
My ears, just as ferns,
Will sprout from the ground...Kveldufr Foe(me)
- set0
You are chained up in a cave
With memories you couldn't save
Forgot your life before the fall
Your dirty meat just darkens wall
Source of roar deep in a hole
Wolf not sure you bear a soul- Seymour Vandal
- ORAZAL0
Falled in love.
bklyndroobeki
- necromation-4
You put your [right leg] in,
You put your [right leg] out;
You put your [right leg] in,
And you shake it all about.
You do the hokey pokey,
And you turn yourself around.
That's what it's all about!Classic
- and we see how far qbn has sunk in 10 yearssarahfailin
- if Richard Prince can steal IG photos and sell em as art... Why can i steal a song, and say it's poetry?necromation
- bklyndroobeki1
The Cookie Thief by Valerie Cox
A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking "If I wasn't so nice I'd blacken his eye"
With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he'd do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half
He offered her half as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought "Oh brother
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude
Why he didn't even show any gratitude"
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes
"If mine are here" she moaned with despair
"Then the others were his and he tried to share"
"Too late to apologize she realized with grief"
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
- pinkfloyd0
What do you guys think of this?:
As far as you take me, that's where I believe
The realm of soft delusions, floating on the leaves
On a distant shoreline, she waves her arms to me
As all the thought police, are closing in for sleep
The dilly dally, of my bright lit stay
The steam of my misfortunes
Has given me the power to be afraid
And in my mind I'm everyone
And in my mind
Without a care in this whole world
Without a care in this life
It's what you take that makes it right
Porcelina of the oceans blue
In the slipstream, of thoughtless thoughts
The light of all that's good, the light of all that's true
To the fringes gladly, I walk unadorned
With gods and their creations
With filth and disease
Porcelina, she waits for me there
With seashell hissing lullabyes
And whispers fathomed deep inside my own
Hidden thoughts and alibis
My secret thoughts come alive
Without a care in this whole world
Without a care in this life
It's what you take that makes it right
And in my mind I'm everyone
In my mind I'm everyone of you
You make it right
It's all alright
You make it right
Porcelina of the oceans blue- 'member radiohead? yeah, they were goooood :)monospaced
- dude, get off the goofballs, lol. thoughts on these lyrics?pinkfloyd
- haha, it was a way of showing how nostalgic this is to me, and that I actually think they're really poetic lyricsmonospaced
- oh, yeah, he's a great writerpinkfloyd
- ugh... I'm such an asshole ... I knew this was Smashing Pumpkins and I wrote Radiohead for reasons unknown to me ... weird. sorrymonospaced
- sofas-1
"Please Don’t Touch was written in the Spring and Summer of 2012. It is Maria’s first book of collected poetry."
- jaylarson1
The taste
of rain
—Why kneel?
Jack Kerouac
- Morning_star0
Attack
At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,
Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud
The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,
Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire.
The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed
With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,
Men jostle and climb to, meet the bristling fire.
Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,
They leave their trenches, going over the top,
While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,
And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,
Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop!_
by Siegfried SassoonI reluctantly studied the war poets at school. Something must have resonated with me as i return to them often. They hold an incredible measure of humanity.
- kingsteven0
Far too long to post but Wallace Steven's Notes toward a supreme fiction, is an essay on creativity, in prose... one I keep coming back to:
https://genius.com/Wallace-steve…
This poem offers three notes toward a “supreme fiction”:
It must be abstract
It must change
It must give pleasure