/pg/ - Poetry GeneralPost poetry, your own or otherwise, and discuss. Critique and discussion constantly in dire supply. If you're looking for critique, consider giving details on what exactly you're wishing to improve in the work(s).
Thoughts, please, on these two works. First one I decided on 8 syllables per line with an iambic meter. I figure 4 stanzas work with the 8 syllables aspect. A few lines I'm not jazzed about, but had to sacrifice to fit them within the self-imposed limits.Second on was more just stream of consciousness. No attempts at rhyming or structure in it, just trying to evoke a feeling. Don't know if I want to make it a bit longer, scrap it, or what.Never there was a sweeter name from which on angels' lips did soar. My heart, she lays eternal claim, slave to beautiful Eleanor. Never there's been a greater muse from whom no man could ask for more. All the world I could stand to lose; all 'cept belov-ed Eleanor. A smile which shines through to my soul, pierces the dark within my core. Distance, I gladly pay as toll to grow closer to Eleanor. Longing for her can no-thing slake, enchanted by her artful lure.Broken dam sets free a strained lake -such is my love for one Eleanor.____________________________________this long minute before the dawnwhen night casts its darkest shadow.with bated breath the rooster waits,but still no light reaches out.the air knows the calm and the whiteclouds can gaze over and past the horizon,yet for all the critters that lay in the grassand sleep in the trees, silence is all they see.long stretches this arc of quiet healingyet longer still is my patience for the beat of my heart outpacesthe seconds, which fall forever
the cows in the fieldtheir heads descendto feed on growing herbagea morning without youand the scene seen through the car window with my soul cryingon the roadrollingsleeping dogs may look somewhat similarto dead lionssave for occasional stretch orlatent barkon the part of the sleepingengaging in sun talkis overly dullred wine drunkand going for a walka morning with youand the absence of her with my heart flyingin the skysoaringthis is the earthis not a cold dead place
Off, down to the wellspring,where things graze, dignifiedand tall. Movement here isonly suggested, small thingsleap through the grass, thewater, and larger thingstrod. There is a bike lane onwhich we walk, bellsring and overtakes occur.We are walking our dog thusly:I keep the dog to myleft, so bikers do not find iteasy to mount an attack.He says things to meI shan’t dare repeat here.I won’t.He couldn’t know how deep his words went, almost to thewellsprings.
Very much a beginner, kind of edgy and short but I was drinking a lot and semi homeless at the time, just always had an interest in literature and poems so I'd appreciate feedbackMade on Mars, Made of Myself It's me crawling around,I think I've lost my head,can you still hear me?Puss from a molar,eighteen years of nothing,no bootstraps to pull myself by,nothing to cover my feet.Barefoot, my head swollen with wine,one night I'll sleep on another porch, under another tree,the cold will spread through my meat,one-hundred and fifty pounds.Dogs and racoons, rot-eating beasts,they'll come across me, my vessel then take their fillBut it's only spring.
How were poems published historically and now?Does a poet get a bunch of stuff he has worked on together and it gets put in his own full book? How many poems would be typical?I figure this would change depending on the nature of the poem, such as longer epics or big story poems.For example, now quite often we have 'The Complete Works of Shakespeare.' That's combining his poems and other works, but how did his poems originally get propagated?
>>233124889/10 I'm a sucker for repetition and the stressed "èd," simple theme but well-executed7/10 I feel like the natural imagery is a little muddled with your own feelings, I'm having trouble seeing how the two are alike>>233125705/10 I'm sure this came from your heart but the imagery evokes nothing in me>>233125866/10 I like your style because it reminds me a bit of T. S. Elliot, otherwise I'm not really sure what this special connection you have with your dog is>>233126314/10 sorry to be harsh, but this is hardly even verse, never put into verse what prose can adequately convey, the imagery doesn't really connect with the theme of self-loathing either
>>23312678My teacher told us a little about this. Around this time artists were moving away from patronage and more towards publishing. The most expensive copies were reserved for Folio editions, but cheaper and more accessible Quarto and Octavo versions would be available for mass audiences. As to how many works are in each, the Folio, being the most expensive, contained 36 plays, a veritable catalogue, and would have probably only been purchased by people interested in putting on a production of the play themselves. For the poems, his long-form ones would have gotten an Quarto to themselves (Venus and Adonis was printed this way, and was especially popular with broke, horny university students), and the sonnets could fit into an Quarto by themselves as well
>>23312477Into the realm of existenceI speak that language tooDawned is the day of deliverance Til each goes back to the root Sentences rain from the skyShadows indwelling belowAngels and instruments swarm on highLife out of nothingness growsHolding a scepter and holding a rodWater is water because water fallsBend like a body and smirk like a godThe trees of the world have grown overtallHeaven is wide and earth is deepThe ark of life has sunkWonder is coming, the lamb doth bleatThe void is bleeding suns
>>23313179Thank you. So how is poetry published now for poets?
>>23312678what makes this verse >>23312586and this not >>23312631?
>>23312477My Love for thee is like the sea:Ever Constant, Ever Present.It knows no border,Or restraint.And so, when you had DrivenMe away,The sea was Riven,Into Two.Oh LordWhat HoldYou had over my soul,That as you went,You tore a hole,That left meSpentAnd Broken,Upon the Winter open.And as I fret Over regret,I see the Grace,Upon Your face,As it fades awayWhilst I say:“Pray,Come back…”
>>23313429A lot of online journals. I see a lot of small presses that publish individual poems online, then will put out anthologies or publish the chapbooks of writers they've published online a lot.Basically the same way short story writers are published. Then again, you can always just submit a manuscript to small presses that have open submissions.
>>23312477It's sad, forsooth, that such strong hopesShould pass dissolved with no sweat strainedTo thrust them out from sense and form their lines.Mayhaps there were a whir of windTo wind to where it dwelt withinThe inward flame to tell to swell and shine;That bursts of light should gush and rage,Thy hopes be stoked, impassioned blaze,Resolved to dreams resolve and cleave the rind.Engulf the fruit and pith therewithI bid of thee, imbibe its sense:For thee should'st poise describe and nothing 'cept.
>>23314059self-corrections:Mayhaps there were a whir of wind > Mayhaps there were an outward windshould'st > should
>>23314059Thou think'st thy Will be free?I'll show thee where thy bindsLay cold in covert dark;The flower of my abuse.Not one moon's course describedBut thou wilt be harassed,Thy spirit cry for fly;I'll not let my pretty loose.Then see thou what that amounts to,Thy "Will"; one need only pluck.
>>23314059Farther than the beams of child starling pierces,Where we, left darkling in the light of our convictionsBet all on all and far throw truths as farthings to be wasted,Not one thought lingers long, our wealth along all derogated;There, only there, lightly on my heart it weighs to say it:Never heard I song so sweetly sungAs when I hailed the dragon's fiery lung.Yet still wish I to grasp the final rung,And still implore myself this tongueSay nothing ex ludibrium.
a walking embracethe darkness on your facethe walks through sombre laneserase, eraseda talking volte-facethe expressions we makethe knowing feeling touchesyou make, eraseda glimmering flamethe pictures we madethe memory I have of youerase, erased
Like a period in this thing, it's that time of month again.
>>23314893Who likes mad libs?
>>23314900Adjective: verbose
>>23314900body part: elbow
Of the Fist of God and justice so pure,I spoke to bold men of Old Ways.Of thousands of years of His might I spoke,For they deeply yearn for His Grace.Of thunder and Judgement I spoke to them,How their eyes will witness great thingsAs never before seen upon this world,And that which will desolate kings.Falling from Heaven down unto the earth,Hellfire, and brimstone, and pain.Events will unfold a story well known:A King reasserting his Reign.
>>23314626I never like rhyming something with "face" because the word sounds too violent I don't relate to your poem but I like your use of repetition >>23314059I like the devices but you overdid it with "to swell" and the second "resolve"... They sound awkward and the poem is better if you just delete them. you could probably replace "to swell" with "and swell" thoughSomeone else might criticize "wind" right after "wind" because it slips you up the first time you read it but since you're supposed to read poems more than once I think it works anywayI don't understand how the last line relates to the rest of the poem. >>23314200This one is more interesting thematically, not really sure if the rhythm of the second stanza works or not
>>23315071Thanks for the criticism.>I don't understand how the last line relates to the rest of the poem. I'm not sure how I'd go about making this image clearer, but essentially it was intended to be viewed as from the perspective of a spirit of temptation. The spirit (the whir of wind, the outward wind) entices the idle subject to either let him in or eat of the forbidden fruit in order to sharpen their faculties so he might achieve his goals (this, of course, is deception, since it's the subject's indolence which holds him back, not his lack of ability). In the third stanza "cleave the rind" is meant to evoke an image of greedily tearing something open to get to the valuables inside, or opening a door to a wealth of wisdom; thus the fourth stanza intends to build upon that idea by connecting with the second and adding in images of the drinking of the fruit's juice (the sense, wisdom), by which the subject would be granted what the spirit promised him: sharpened sense. The spirit's final temptation is an attempt to stroke the subject's ego by saying that, should he eat the fruit he would be so perfect that it would only be right if the word "poise" were constrained to refer solely to him. Honestly, I think I'd be better off switching "poise" out with "wise" since it gets the idea across better. I'm not sure I'd be willing to remove "resolved/resolve" since I think it ties in so nicely with "dissolve" from the first stanza. Sorry for such a wordy response.tl;dr: sense is used in two ways: 1. the powers of perception, the mind; 2. metaphorically, the wisdom of the fruitwind (as in the movement of air) is also used in two ways: 1. wind itself; 2. wind as in anima (breath, life, soul)inward flame is used to refer to the "inward light" as spoken of by George Fox and other Quakerscleave the rind = getting at the jewels inside a chest; to access hidden knowledge>>23315071>This one is more interesting thematically, not really sure if the rhythm of the second stanza works or notI think I see it. It breaks down on the last line, right? I'll find a way to fix it. Thanks again.
In space aloft they shine so bright and true,And fill my soul with effervescent glow.Atop the sky most known for vibrant hues,They do persist quite like the winter snow,And change the day to night as if on cue,Yet rise and fall and never seem to grow.Forgot by most in times ruled by the screen,Those specks of light they do so brightly shine.Lest we forget a vital thing to glean,In times long past they hung upon the shrine.When we were yet but children apt to dream,We looked upon those stars to see divines.
>>23315071Nta, but "face" sounds violent to you, or words that rhyme with "face?" Vace, lace, pace, space, case, etc
>>23315231Damn that’s not what I thought it was about at all. I thought it was about reclaiming your passion/dreams for something. The wind was his own activity of moving back inwards to reclaim his passion which is finally represented by eating the fruit>>23316116They all sound pretty violent because it’s a short syllable with a lot of stress. But to me “face” is the worst not sure how to explain why
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Lone amid the café’s cheer,Sad of heart am I to-night;Dolefully I drink my beer,But no single line I write.There’s the wretched rent to pay,Yet I glower at pen and ink:Oh, inspire me, Muse, I pray,It is later than you think!Hello! there’s a pregnant phrase.Bravo! let me write it down;Hold it with a hopeful gaze,Gauge it with a fretful frown;Tune it to my lyric lyre ... Ah! upon starvation’s brink,How the words are dark and dire:It is later than you think.Weigh them well .... Behold yon band,Students drinking by the door,Madly merry, bock in hand,Saucers stacked to mark their score.Get you gone, you jolly scamps;Let your parting glasses clink;Seek your long neglected lamps:It is later than you think.Look again: yon dainty blonde,All allure and golden grace,Oh so willing to respondShould you turn a smiling face.Play your part, poor pretty doll;Feast and frolic, pose and prink;There’s the Morgue to end it all,And it’s later than you think.Yon’s a playwright — mark his face,Puffed and purple, tense and tired;Pasha-like he holds his place,Hated, envied and admired.How you gobble life, my friend;Wine, and woman soft and pink!Well, each tether has its end:Sir, it’s later than you think.See yon living scarecrow passWith a wild and wolfish stareAt each empty absinthe glass,As if he saw Heaven there.Poor damned wretch, to end your painThere is still the Greater Drink.Yonder waits the sanguine Seine ...It is later than you think.Lastly, you who read; aye, youWho this very line may scan:Think of all you planned to do ... Have you done the best you can?See! the tavern lights are low;Black’s the night, and how you shrink!God! and is it time to go?Ah! the clock is always slow;It is later than you think;Sadly later than you think;Far, far later than you think.
Systems pass by this densest spot of not,Yet oblivious to all that’s occurr’d.Tender feelings of heat so innocentAre but to we lowly mortals the scourge.With cracks and a sizzle this tepid dotReigns over all vacant regions so near.Whirlpools of light in the blackest of seas,That’s what they be. Witnessing that is fear.Deeper within those spots conceal’d, it’s saidNot a thing can escape impending doom,And yet there are tricks to harness that fire,But that’s too bold. First we must take the Moon.
Genuinely don't understand why anyone bothers with poetry more than like 20 lines. It really loses focus. Be conceptually concise or don't bother at all imo. This isn't directed at anyone in particular ITT btw
>>23318489Thoughts on epics?
Below the tangled mass of treetops green,Near deliv’rance winding out to the sea,Lain trails of earth from a most ancient time.Long ‘fore the conquest had those old trails beenTrod by the game that sprang forth from the landAs if passed from the fathers down to us. Then strangers came and they pilfered the game;They emptied those trails of their innocence.They clear cut woodlands to open the wayFor what they called a slow march of progress,And, in their image, they remade the land.Gone are simple camps that change by the season,In place of them standing forts of wrought steel.Gone are the war parties lead by great men,Replaced by a life filled with misery.Even were lost the friendly fur trappersWho lived with us, as if one with the land.Never again were those mountain men seenWho proved peace between red man and white.Oh how things now are so unlike back then.Alas but those trails out there they remainAs a silent warning to those who know.Something was here before progress swept byThose trails that wind ever onward through time.
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>>23318893not cool enoughwe should relabel the genre to be BASED poetry
>I'm just your ordinary fuck up>There's nothin' special about me>I still bump Ramon Ayala when I get drunk>I'm just tellin' you, I'm not playin' you>I just wanna be the real me around youbump with texican love lyrics
Janny you can ban me but I'll always be backI do not share your love for trannies or blacksMy posts are of quality not usually seenAnd never forget lads, they do it for -ACK
black sandblack snowblack handsblack soul
Blest is death that intervenes notIn the sweet, sweet years of peace,But unto the broken-hearted,When they call him, brings release!Yet Death passes by the wretched,Shuts his ear and slumbers deep;Will not heed the cry of anguish,Will not close the eyes that weep.
>>23312570>the earth>is not a cold dead placeExplosive
I wear the AnkhI wear it wellI clarify the pulse and swellI drive the sunThe light of lifeI calm the lake of chthonic strifeAgainst the lightning lightning fallsMy breath alone destroys the wallsThe fire falling from the eyeAllows me move across the skyThe way is clear, the clear is clearI steer throughout around the spheres
Adrift at sea, floating beyondHorizons few have seen,The rolling waves they do despond,My mind fill’d with what’s been.To think of her, in times like this,Cannot be good for me.But nay it’s right when man’s amiss,For dreaming sets us free.While deep in thought, I see far offA visage sorely miss’d.Her face raises my soul aloft;A reason to persist.Our hearts touch through that distance vast,And still they beat as one.Still haunted by those mem’ries past,They warm me like the sun.My soul had been so trodden lowBy so crushing a test.I hold my ground against the throesAnd now my soul does rest.
>>23312477Big bucksBig spenderIm mixing these drugs up in my cup in a blenderI hit that shit up like Im bending my fendersIm feeling light like a pillow like feathersI called her a bitch and now I offend her
A poem for /lit/I hold my flag into the sky,Its colored red and black and white.A cross adorns its central diskAnd implies forfeiture of risk.Under it we are stockstill, Beholden to an iron will.In ten years time we will have died, And from our graves our voices cry.Up to you now, American,Enforce the cause of Aryan man.If you fall now and die for nothing,All the world will end in suffering.
>>23322033This anon got dubs Janny could never eraseLike a cooking crack in a tubThis post was quite based
Have another bump.
Above our heads could flyAtomic rain serene,Descending through the skies,Destroying the machine,And cutting all the ties,Restoring what has been,But that I shan’t advise,For it won’t be so clean.They’re cozy little liesFor those who’ve not foreseenThe rotten sort of prizeThat such a thing would bring.Fantastic for the flies,Events like that do seem.At least as I surmiseFrom all that I can glean.
I live with a ghost.He looks like a man I once knew, but he's not.The ghost knows my face.He knows my looks, they were his once.The ghost knows my name.He was there when it was given.The ghost knows me.He knows who he thinks I am.The ghost thinks he's will be remembered.He is already mourned, a horrible fate.The ghost draws every painful breath with a weezing, a pain.He has had a foot in the grave for years.I want to mourn on stone, not broken flesh.I live with a ghost.I used to call him dad.
My Lady shines through my shuttered windowAttacks, alights upon my sleeping eyes.Awake I tumble from the Sea EternalOver cascading waters. MagentaHues suffuse the morning mist,A lunar sediment; plenitude resting inThe One above The One in AllUntil their dissipation by her flaming tongues.Steeples erected, verandas buttressedThe instant I throw back my shutters.I raise my eyes to see My Lady:A fiery, decapitated head.
>>23312477im gunna plagairism test this whole thread. you have been warned
>>23326425Anon, you know some people here deliberately post others' works to raise awareness of them, right? Just don't get crazy over false positives
>>23313223I really like the flow of this one, I just wish there were more concrete images to grasp on to.
So when does a poet "get big" enough to write and publish poetry collections or books now?
>>23327470yeah, that is a flaw in my poetry. I actually wrote a poem about it. Not really sure how to change it because when I'm not writing the line based on its sound all I have left is an abstract idea. My poems are garbage, they lack imageryThey lack metaphor and good similePoetry and me, it wasn't mean to beLike a muslim martyr and the catholic holy see
listen boy for that subtle ring ignore the harmony which birds singdraw close to the gentle breezehear the voices flit past the leaveswhen in the valley zephyrs liftmatted fur of bison herdscooling the brows of shepherds Come Listen!treat the forest as your sift and hear the Vision a holy thingon zephyrs wing
>>23327522The only ways are 1) being well connected in the literary world or 2) getting an online following large enough to get the attention of publishers
>>23327636Has anyone done option 2 lately?
>>23326744well I dont see any credits for them. So, no youre not off the hook
>>23328335Just saying don't go crazy about 1:1 matches
>>23327561I didn’t think your poem was bad at all, anon. keep writing.
>>23328370if its 1:1 its plagairism
>>23328565If it's 1:1 on an anonymous Zimbabwean bicycle enthusiast forum no one is profiting from another's works nor adding to their own reputation
>>23328581Doesnt matter. All kinds of niggers get off to shit on this website. Its actually even more weird you use anonymity as an excuse to plagairize
>>23328640It's actually mental that you're blasted about plagiarism on a site in which no academic integrity is violated nor anyone stands to profit professionally or monetarily by posting another's work.This is like getting pissed at art inspiration threads on /tg/ or whatever because they don't credit the artist.As I said, echoing other anons, people post the works of other to bring awareness to them.I posit that by divorcing a poet's name from their work, the work can stand by its own merits, allowing interested users to ask about or search for the original poetThere is no injured party and poets only receive free advertising
Jesus, You are too good to me. I have not earned Your reprieve.But by God,I will not waste it either.
>>23328686>conflating art "inspiration" with literal copyingExcept thats a convenient cop out and no one ever searches for the original author and you fucking know it. By you adding "receiving free advertising" is the most twisted reasoning behind your clear cut megalomaniac thievery, that I wonder if you are so far up your own ass you actually believe the absolute flagrant lying vomit you spit up as an excuse.Go choke on a nigger dick you walking trash heap
>>23328752Lurk more
>>23328752Post poetry, fag. Nobody cares about your autistic obsession.
>>23328886with a plagairist in the thread? no
>>23328918You thinking it’s possible to root out a plagiarist on /lit/—when the most fundamental reality of 4chinz is anonymity—is what alters this obsession from a mere unhealthy curiosity into the fruitless pursuit of that which cannot be reached.
>>23328954It clearly can be "reached". so long as there are people who care enough to call it out, the mega faggot theives will always be caught
>>23328971If your definition of caught is a (You), then yes they can be caught. You’ll need janny support if you want to even attempt getting them to fuck off.
Are any of you subscribed to poetry publication with regular schedules? Physical and/or online subscriptions?Where are you finding your contemporary poetry?After I read and write more poems, I hope I can get some of my work published
>>23328991yes, but I suspect a janny makes these threads, seeing how they keep getting mad, with the same guy copying poems
>>23329035Anon, can you point out which guy is copying poems? Just a (you) on the ones in the thread should be fine
>>23329023I like keeping up with and submitting to the various /lit/ projects/e-mags when they pop up. Shame they never last, but that's the game.
West of the river we're rolling.Beating our meat on the unbeaten road.They didn't know that even this rhyme is stolen.The fruit baby Jesus forebode.
>some bit of board/thread culture exists>an autist and/or newfag gets caught not understanding the gamein this case>people post uncredited poetry from known authors in order to bait the easily-fooled>some autist is easily fooled, spends the few threads screeching about plagiarism to soothe his embarrassment Many such cases. In /sfg/ there was a guy who got laughed at for not knowing the rocket equation and his meltdown might have ended in a rangeban, I can't remember the specifics.
>>23329167Wannabe e-celebs mine forums for the kind of sincerity they're incapable of. Card is one example but it doesn't matter, people can't own words, trying to hoard them is braindead.
Wade through clear waterAnd remember the stories.What’s that over there?
Here is my poem: Convicted of mass murder30 souls sent to hell My death row mealOne pound fettuccine Alfredo made by my girlfriendSteak well done with ketchup30 tomatos Hamburger extra picklesEven more extra picklesPatty meltGrilled cheeseThe slimiest seaweed salad you can find Spicy chicken sandwich A pound of shiestrung French friesA pound of curly friesA plate of ketchup and mayo 3 Hot dog with krtchup and mustardA pound of mozzarella cheeseHope you enjoy ed
/pg/ is the best thread on /lit/that’s why I’m going to bump itno one can stop mejannies, don’t bop meI’m reading while taking a shit
I forgot but now I rememberThe stories you left in the streamStepping in clear waters stirAn old memory or a dreamWhat’s that over there?The final answer to it allI have it now hereIt says "shop at the minimall"
A plastic walletCash preferred by noneDeprive a man of creditIt's cleaner than a gun
>>23332481Nice. Simple, political, and cuts to the point
Anyone read pic related?>>23332501Thanks. I was shopping around for a new card and just thinking of how evil these plastic little bastards can seem if you're not careful.
>>23322576are you by any chance the same anon that wrote the "I see the barges floating, so closely on the bay" poem?
>For the great Gaels of Ireland>Are the men that God made mad,>For all their wars are merry>And all their songs are sadI had no clue this was Chesterton but I just ran across it in The Ballad of the White Horse. Absolute kino.>>23332781Nope, these are mine >>23315035 >>23315418 >>23318074 >>23319302 >>23322576 >>23325752 >>23332481 I think the only other I've posted to /pg/ was the "Deeper Down Below" poem from a thread or two ago.
>>23332805great stuff, anon. keep writing and sharing with us please.
English is not my first language, so I never write anything in it, but I thought of something very simple while reading this thread. Hope you enjoyBattling with daylightI think of your rhymesSurrendering to nightI write your linesMeanings riseStanding atop, with strifeIt is, but a priceTo pay for your lifeTomorrow comesTomorrow diesBut I stay calmWith you at my side
Should I post poems with my own name attached on Poemhunter or a similar site just so something shows up when you search for me? Anyone ever consider this?
KEEKlook how he crawls beforeNOIt is said that it shall not be written
Nice work.
Has anyone read any modern epics or long-form story poems that they'd recommend?
>>23333762not too bad at all, anonyou don’t need a comma after “It is” in line 7, fyi.
gn poem anons
To form and fall from higher skies,As if the clouds do cry,The rain sojourns from up aboveAnd flutters down much like a dove.To end that reign so dry.
posted by anon in another thread but not here, so I’m just sharing it.We stood and held a nervous stareBeneath the dusking skiesThat lit her trussed autumnal hairAnd sparkling wint'ry eyes.Spring, I think, was in her heart,And that I loved the best;But still, for all my flow'ry art,I could not play out summer's part;And love's miss-timed elusive dartJust missed the second chest.
It was mating season so I initiated the primate mating ritual.My subconscious mind detected signs that she was ovulating.Despite this and my desirability as a mate she feigned disinterest.I challenged a rival to a duel where we displayed our swords and fancy armour.It was very romantic.
I've poetically translated the Kazakhstan anthem, how is it?>https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Men%C4%B1%C3%B1_QazaqstanymGolden sun in the skiesGolden fields of the plainCourage burns in our eyesOur country will never waneFrom ancient times did we ride Glory to us did belongWe did not give up our prideThe Kazakhs stood strong!(Chorus)My country dear, my home and my landOur people are the flowers that you plantOur song goes on, streaming on and onMy native land, my Kazakhstan! Our children's path was madeBy the steppes that we've sown Unity never frayedIndependence we own!The tests of time we withstoodLike an eternal friendOur country is goodOur glory never end! (Repeat chorus)
>You know the day destroys the night>Night divides the day>Tried to run>Tried to hide>Break on through to the other sideWas Morrison a good poet?
Bringing this over from another thread. I didn't realize at the time that the OP request prose describing this picture.Suddenly now,Isolationbroken, but howI feel that thesoft and sweet brushleaves me smitten.
>>23337649based>>23337740most national anthems are patriotic and positive like this>>23338010simple and cute
>>23323659What a shame that someone with a decent talent for poetry is writing brainless Neo-Nazi slop.
>>23312488The first poem is just bland. I'm sorry to say it, but it's very bland.The second has more interesting ideas, but is rough with too many clichés.
As I frequent this general, a thought occurs to me: if I compose an original poem and post it here, I pretty much can't use it in the future for publishing purposes, can I?I would just be accused of stealing from anons on 4chan, yes? [Not also considering my association with the site could be figured out]Just keep my magnum opus out of here, I figure
>>23312631This is extremely good. You have so much potential. Just do me a favor and don't make yourself an enemy of Christ in your work.
>>23313122You have no taste.
>>23313223This is good, but I have to agree with the other anon that commented. The imagery seems just a bit off.
>>23312488Poem 1 has some cutesy to it. That stuff gets me, and lovey-style stuff has a tendency to be cheesy.You were accurate that you made sacrifices that weakened it.If this is strictly an iambic tetrameter challenge, then fine. But, for non,challenges, so long as you establish your intended meter, you can break from the the predominant style a few times so long as it still flows and/or accentuates a particular image/idea
>>23314626This is strong. It needs a bit of tweaking maybe, but it's close to being something you could stand on. I really like the concept and the method of execution.
>>23315035I wish this felt a little more contemporary, but it's good and I love the heart behind it.
>>23322033You love blacks, you just don't knowA based post! White as snow—Typed by black hands THOUGH!
>>23338722I just post stuff in image form. I figure it'll be a long time before Google thinks it's worth the compute cost to scrape and OCR images so they'll show up in text searches.
Video VilageBless the relentless grounding of boots, in the labyrinth they call Video Village, where riders navigate the stare of colossal, unblinking screens. "Gold in your teeth, motherfucker," reverberates off the ATM, Cut, take thirty-three—watch as the gods of the scene dissolve.Thunder checks return void, lightning bills yet to clear, while chatter shatters like crockery in a plundered quiet. A figure of haunting age dominates, drained of all but shadows, alien to the spectral crew that threatens to bleed the budget dry, and send the director to an early grave.He is no mere man, but a conglomerate of deceptions, an entire ecosystem unto himself, sweeping away the masters, the stash, the essence of what was real, leaving nothing but the fractured remnants of your most trusted defenses. His anger is a quiet inferno, a cryptic storm that remains unseen.With eerie calm, he communicates through the absence of sound, his choices flawless, never bartering for profit but adhering to invisible truths, rejecting every advantage except the solitude of his own perspective. Within my mind, a council of voices whispers, bound by a pact as shadowy as it is gentle, keeping the fragmented selves from falling apart.And there, the incessantly small figure at the doorway, forever trying to enter, a despot’s favored underling, held back by an unyielding cosmic denial, not moving until the other, an equally ancient presence, notes the fading light in that room as dark as darkness itself.
>>23338688>most national anthems are patriotic and positive like thisThanks.The toughest part was trying to maintain the general meaning and feeling while fitting the melody, since a lot of the Kazakh words have more or fewer syllables than the English translation.
>>23338722I never post anything I care about for that very reason.
>>23331166The only part I enjoyed was: 30 tomatoes.
>>23312477im so elite nowadays i dont bother writing poems without a consistant meter, beat, or rhyme. just last month i wrote one where two parts of each line rhymed with its pair likeA, BC, DE, BF, DA, BC, DE, BF, Dall with a strong rhythm and matching syllable count throughout. it was epic /lit/ sucks get on my level idiot
The rain-rotten roof let storms in.This building may fall on us soon.The ocean swells and shrinks againWhile we dance in the light of the moon.The moonlit ship will take us home.A trade, they demand old gold forBaby Silver. Waves roll the domeof heaven...And the Storm was foretold.======I was thinking about Homesickness, my bad landlord, and platnium when drafting this, and its the first piece of something that I think has legs enough to run with more revision, but I wanted to ask if it actually seems to to a more critical eye
I was born in a barn without no running water my mother never wiped her ass and neither did my father I ain't known a bathnot since I were a toddler all that soap and shampooseem like such a bother I'm just a simple farmerbut I'm so misunderstood'cause I ain't never smelled good Plenty folk brush they teeth and take care to shine they shoes I done stepped in cow manure and my breath reeks of booze I be sweating like a hogflannel sticking to my boobs I never owned a deodorant can't figure what's the use It ain't make no difference throughout the troubles I've withstood I ain't never smelled goodno I ain't never smelled good
Poetry is complicated as fuck man... I thought it would be something simple to do but now I'm scared I might do it wrong
>>23339777It is. Share some of your works here, Anon. Don't worry so much about the mistakes. It's like a muscle; Wear, tear and damage makes it stronger.Nobody is holding a gun to your head if you fail. If they are, consider radically different actions
>>23339789I haven't wrote any poems yet. I'm watching Youtube videos explaining what poems are right now lol. I'm going to try and write my own afterwards. Or maybe much later on idk
>>23339836>I'm watching Youtube videos explaining what poems are right now lol. I'm going to try and write my own afterwards.the zoomer ethos, summarized
>>23339867Quiet, you. How little different this is from learning from an oral practitioner?The ethos of a loser, you have presented
>>23339929>How little different this is from learning from an oral practitioner? The ethos of a loser, you have presentedhave you tried learning english first from any kind of practitioner that's not yoda
>>23339947Ah, yes. All those "yoda" speakers. Or, first language learning, which is all primarily oral supplemented with practice.
poetry is easy to learn, just remember the senses and poetic devices. and then let your emotions explode onto the page, and go back and edit later
I don't write poems.They're too complicated, no?Oh, wait, I just did.
When I was young I was told That my grandmother put away money for my for my graveAnd she did this almost each and every dayGrandma when I die I hope you are still aliveGrandma when I die I hope you die intentionally with meSo that I can be reborn from the womb of our grave
NOT MINE, JUST POSTIN´::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Die Herrschaft des Eises / Leichenschmaus... 04:01 Hide lyrics ...Es war die hellste aller Nächte, und einewunderbare Harmonie aus Himmel und Erdespiegelte absolute Reinheit. Auf mysteriöseWeise liess die Kälte des Eises alles erstarren.Zeit schien nicht mehr zu existierte und dennoch,getragen auf Wellen der Kälte rückte bisher unbekannter Regen,erstrahlend im eigenen Schleier der Stille heran und schloss dasTor zu seit Jahrzehnten vergangenen Zeiten,dem vergangenen Königreich der Leblosigkeit.In dieser Nacht beendete das Eis die Menschheitund liess die Ode der Reinheit und das Requiemim Gedenken des endlosen Leides erklingen …
A thousand times I died in my bed,But I've been laying wide-eyed inside my head,Trying to drink,Myself into these dreams,But I've been tortured by my sins,From my subtle lonely screams.And apparently psychotherapy, Ain't got no guarantee,On my life or structure.And if my parents could see where are we,Close to degree, Grab knife and rupture.Thin red line,Irreversible moments in time,I'm sipping turpentine, mixed with wine,My last moments of sunshine.It's not a lot of fun to live in today's insanity;Randomly victimized by visual vanity.I guess I'll keep it cool,And just keep riding my flow.
Walk on the Moon,Empty the balloon;The room's maroon.You can't cope with it,So you shoot dope.Man, I hope you quit.
>>23340558Garbage
>>23340612I have good taste and I like it, so your opinion is discarded.
These bums are the diseaseResulting from the sleazeWho munch on gubmint cheese.They do just as they pleaseWhile forcing us to squeezeAnd living lives of ease.
>>23336918someone please crit this one
>>23336918Makes me sad, Anon
>>23340881generic
>>23340645>I have good taste>source? Well me of courseFucking tards
>>23340920you are asking a source for an opionion? hmmmm
>>23339777I got to try and increase my vocabulary if I'm going to write nice poems
>>23336918It's well put to together. Damn anon keep going and you'll be making the really really good shit soon
>>23341305Yeah an above average vocabulary and the ability to feel rhythm in speech are probably the two most important things when writing poetry.
>>23341183>be meth addict who has never read before not even to save his life>yeah I think I have good taste mangMongoloid, oppinions can be absolute asswash.
>>23341305Another thing along with vocab and a sense of rhythm like >>23341334 thats useful / fun to develop is a sensitivity to rhetorical figures. A lot of them have names and a long history of people coming up with examples that meet the definitions so its easy to get a sense of what they are and what they do. Of course there are the well known ones like simile, metaphor, alliteration, but just about any way you can twist a phrase will have a Greek or Latin name.
I don't know of any poetic exercise better than translating. It works nearly the same poetic muscles as composition and deepens appreciation of others' work. And I find I can do it whether or not I am in a creative mood.Of course you need to be at least bilingual for this to work. All the more reason to get studying.
>>23339165Read it aloud to see where the beats are off. Pretty neat, you should read/listen to Under Milk Wood if you haven't
With clanks and clicks stone arrows rainUpon our men of Christ.The savage knows not what he’s done.He yet doth worship not but sunAnd soon he’ll pay the price.
>>23343113based, you could probably remove the word yet from line 4.
>>23343965I put it there to foreshadow their conversion
>>23343997What if you switch up the words He and yet
>>23344012That would place the emphasis of the iamb on the wrong syllable imo. Also starting a two line iambic tetrameter>iambic trimeter pairing with “yet” feels wrong to my brain.
>>23343113The irony
>>23312477I hate how this board is full of verse autists. There's nothing wrong with writing in verse, but it seems like anything written free verse or in its own syntax gets instantly dismissed. I know free verse has opened up the gates to a lot of amature poets oversaturating the market, but surely we can't brush T.S. Elliot and Rupi Kaur with the same brush?
>>23344230Rhythm=coolMeter->RhythmFree verse does not necessarily bring rhythmDo you have some examples for unique syntax?
>>23344230>complains about verse autism being dismissed without offering commentary on the many examples of free verse in the threadBe the change you want to see
>>23344230it's not that they're verse autists, it's that they don't understand poetry at all. I seriously doubt there is anyone who actually reads and writes poetry regularly who claims that poetry must be in meter. The fact is that if you understand meter, you will understand how good free verse is not just prose and not arhythmical. And if you have tried to write in both meter and free verse, you will also understand that constraining yourself to a fixed meter actually makes it EASIER to write a good poem. It gives your mind more to work with. I write most of my poems in meter, but the ones I write in free verse I usually do so because I have a stronger theme or more ideas to begin with and don't need meter as a crutch to help come up with lines. I honestly don't see how I can improve enough to consistently write good free verse.
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>>23344357This is mocking, right? That's the thought that comes to mind.
>>23344535We could consider it an ornate pastiche of but a single platonic ideal of both poetry and liberty.
bump so the thread isn't dead in the morning
>>23344357Kino
>>23343113Boring christshit ramble
>>23346500Cringe
>>23346681What's cringe is a half-assed posture piece that's ignorant of the history of it's own subject matter
>>23346942I wrote both of these >>23319302 >>23343113. Tell me how I’ve angered you so I can do it more effectively. The poems are not about the same people.
>>23347018Abrahamism is the result of people copying Akhenaten's homework then rifling through Egyptian creation stories for more material. Christianity owes its existence to the most autistic sun worshiper in history.
>>23346942Cringe
蚰蜒が全身駆けり眠れないげじげじが ぜんしんかけり ねむれないhouse centipedes, they'rescurrying all over meI can't get to sleep
>>23347073I don’t know why I expected you to have an intelligent critique. I’m genuinely disappointed.
>>23347104Like the erstwhileSaint, now I amcalled to duty.Grab my lance--laceon my maille--tovanquish dragons.Shoe in hand, mycourage thrivingat the beast's sight.SCURRY! DASHINGMONSTER! Shrieking,I flee. Coward.
Feathers of a swanFrom a far away landDipped in crushed petalsThe brush that paints perfectlyIsn't a brush
>>233124881) boring, trite2) boring, trite>>23312570you wrote what you think a poem should sound like, not an actual poem>>23312586metre fucked, starting a new line doesn't do what you think it's doing, going schizo is overrated>>23312631so self-indulgent in reality you said nothing at all>>23313223metre fucked, begs to be called pretentious, but to do so would be gratuitous>>23313603stop pressing enter, this is fragmented and bad - yes any idiot could read between the lines but really you're just too lazy to write sentences. you make the reader do all the work you left out. no payoff. trite, choresome>>23314059hamfisted metaphors, a litter of archaic language because you think thats what a poem sounds like>>23314200speaks nothing of your experience>>23314383drivel>>23314626weak trite>>23315035reads badly>>23315418you know its stars in the first line and you gain nothing reading the next 11>>23317534i don't hate it, i don't think it benefitted from being so long - you had the idea and got the template but then you just start riffing for several verses, not concice>>23318074i'm personally bored of yours now so i wont bother responding to any more>>23318332you just thought of the dual meaning of court and started typing huh>>23318333couldn't even bother to rhyme>>23319302pretentious waffle>>23322373i like the idea not the execution>>23322550bad>>23326008hamfisted>>23327582you just wanted to type zephyr>>23329167this one is actually good>>23333762keep trying>>23336918i get it you link on the references to seasons, but i think the second part is far stronger than the first. honestly you could cut out the first part and middle 2 lines of the second part too.>>23343113not an original thought to be seen>>23347139i only like the final stanza
>>23347291>i'm personally bored of yours now so i wont bother responding to any moreYou responded to two of mine after this btw.
>>23347291Useless critique from a blatant retard.
>>23312488first sounds like Poe
>>23314114that's not the only wind
>>23314900love that shit better than reading
>>23317534that's some excellent bar-room poetry anon, well done
>>23323659/pol/
>>23324456KEK
>>23331166are the curly fries in the room right now?
>>23347291>you just thought of the dual meaning of courtIt isn't a dual meaning, it's a degenerated meaning
>>23347313I really like the phrasing of "blatant retard." Well done; shall use in further posts
>>23347291>this one is actually goodPraise on the riff that was only written to shame a sperg Sincerity pays, kids
Ha ha, the mighty bump
>>23348034Sounds like the stage name of a clit.
>>23312477Give me harsh criticism, i need it By stink sticks, gelatine bags of ectoplasmgreen metal smoke and the whiff of whiskey buzzThe world opens up Piggy willard hollering wild redBusted a vein strain in tendon nights a schmuck Take a shoooooooodright on the road side Right on time for the common folkto seepiggy willard Gots the cheese funk, A taste for grease And for a second chinPiggy willard kisses the Road goodbye for sludge mass plasma
Punctured heart of oakBillowing sails aloftMen on deck gnash and wailPick me next!Glancing where on edge The ice and water fallsShifting precipice Fates sealedLate in a, by aMeadow, doe's fieldAlready blossom, harvest's commencedBut who knew?AboardSails for oarsHull to patchworkInflatable, deflatedElated at our false JulyOur sunkist stormsOur dreamy river island shoresClosely beyond the plummeting tideEchoed rainbows mockAt distance the siren hatesHer captaincy of all new momentsHe hopesQuiet before theTerror before theIt succeedsDecreesQuiet
Gliding ascendent, graspingTo sky blue depthsEncompassing, unfathomed By himHe laughs, tearsThrilled at sunset's farewell kissOrange smears thoughtless chromeCertainty regretsEternity in some little box?Forward to a heroes' crossing!Does bravery shakeAgainst the current, cravenLike flowing salmon upriver?Snaps, snappedInto jawsUnder the lock of echoed daggersSinister remembranceNo keyBetter always to have diedA loved husk, noSoaring wingsMaking shadows revelDelighting against peaksSplashed over suburbsVisual tribute in the blue, toAnd forThe firmly damagedSecurely strickenOff the recordA miracleCreation engine, him, of HimLater, sprint to the finishEarlier than expected It even shined in the flickerEmbers, after partyCharred85 minutesAnd the box remains smallFit for no prince, whoRemains beyond the firm footingOf his motherThe Earth
>>23312678You can go back further than the history, and wonder why you're not currently oral traditionmaxxing for your tribe. But yeah, oral tradition, then write that down, then people make spinoffs which become more degenerate the more layers of spinoffs there are. Nowadays it's all recording but that's more of a >>>/mu/ topic. The epics, Illiad, Odyssey, were spoken from memory for kings and courts.>2024>Reject modernity inassofar to go on a Quechan basket-weaving forum>'Might as well further the oral tradition'>Become a rapper>Give a voice to the commons in the Common EraYou can still make it.
>>23349354It reads as if you smoke, drink alcohol, indulge in meat, and masturbate. I know, I'm there too. Not to be puritanical but healthy bodies write healthy poems.
>>23349354Wonderfully gross. Bravo!>>23347188Short and sweet!>>23343113Nice, but I feel like it could be trimmed slightly somewhere? Or extended, even.>>23340553I really like this. Sorry, I imagine you have had some sad times.>>23339836You are overthinking this. As some other anon said, let your emotions explode onto the page and edit it later.>>23337649This feels like a Vulcan wrote it.>>23336918Wonderful.>>23336187>>23333762Love these two.
>>23317534Funny, I just popped in with the thought I'd see it here. Again.
>>23349968it is kinda self depreciating of past experiences. Really does read like that doesn't it?
>>23349968>healthy bodies write healthy poemshow does that relate to good poems?
>>23349968>indulge in meatB12
>>23349354fucking slam poetry shit
>>23351523is it bad?