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POESÍA DE AMOR, EL TEMA,

EN ESTE HILO LITERATO,

EN ESTE,, AQUÍ, FORO DE MIERDA;

REQUIÉRENME LETRAS DE AMOR

LOS LIBRESCOS HIJOS DE CERDA

QUE SOLO HAN PROBADO EL ARDOR

DE LA MÁS BAJA Y RUIN LUJURIA,

Y QUIENES NO SON MERITORIOS

NI DE MI EYACULADO OLOR.

Spiraling decay that begins and never ends yesterday is today yet today feels worse tomorrow will hurt more I gaze into the mirror and I see my reflection and I see my reflection in the mirror behind my mirror form and I wonder if the me in the mirror envies me or if he prefers to exist intermittently and I wonder if the me in the mirror behind myself envies the me in the mirror as his existence is not only acknowledged when I think to think about him and I realize I am distracting myself from the spiral inside my heart beating erratically although the monitor says 89 BPM and I wonder why the spiral never ends and I realize that the spiral is self inflicted and I decide to cut it out and I prepare my genetic scalpel and I hesitate because it is scary and I make the incision and I pull the string within my heart and I pull and I pull and I pull

ad nauseam

I'm gay
I'm gay
I'm gay for boobs

Echo
by Christina Rossetti

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimful of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again tho' cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

This is a poem I wrote. Please give a critique.

Empire for empire, war for war,
Strong crushing weak is the law,
As great men sit on golden throne,
They want to see an empire ROME.
Caesar shall return as a great man,
Foretold by Spengler, see his plan,
Total rule from sea to sea
And he will rule but by decree.
Disagree? To the camp.with you,
You will be a slave, that's true,
As empires conquer once again,
And blood flows fresh over the plain,
We worship Genghis, Hitler, Caesar,
We need an empire that's even bigger,
We need an empire that's number one,
That holds the world like a stone,
Men will march in total rhythm,
As emperors expend much jism
At the political map, all one color,
As they take the whole world over,
Old gods return, sacrifices made,
Jupiter smiles, as the way is paved,
To IRON RULE, that will never end,
And for the weakling, we do portend
Unending violence, just for a thrill,
YOU WILL NEVER STOP, OUR IRON WILL.

>>25316902
If self-aware post-irony it's funny. If making fun of someone other than you it's gay.

>>25316647
A poem I wrote translated to English: "The Hedgeshot"

In the shadow of brooding heat fierce,
The grassblades stand limp and pale.
The hedge in glowing, sweating pierce
Has lost its deep and vivid veil.

There stirs a twitch within the hedge’s breast,
A rustling low beneath the floor.
It pricks me sorely to go and quest
What whispers there within its core

In the shadow of the shimmering, glimm’ring heat,
From out the hedge there spurs a strain:
A play of most bewitching, elfin wit,
From the hedgebelly to mine ear again

I peered with narrowed, eager slits,
To see what moves within the leaves’ domain.
I stared into the heat’s wild, mangled fits
What plays that hidden faery-game

Surely the troll teases the sparrows,
Surely sylphs hoard treasures in secret nooks,
Surely gnomes hide in the brown-leafed barrows,
Surely fauns court faun-maids with roguish looks.
Surely sprites are humming and buzzing there,
Surely the dwarf-king lures me to be his heir

Then angels stepped up to my side and spake:
“Dwarf and troll, sylph and faun,
All these quaint and pious hedge-sprites wake
You may dare to grasp them if you’re brave and drawn.
You may walk the hedge-path with God’s own grace,
But know this one thing clear:
If you go, you go all the way, and without a trace.”

A shiver ran through me, full of prickling fright,
That lazy, withered hedge now seemed
A changeful, impish child of spite
It struck me squarely in the heart, it gleamed
Right on it struck my heart, my senses’ bane
Its wicked jest has hit its mark,
And drives me mad with love insane

The rustling in the hedge doth wane,
I startle upright in my chair, aghast.
I must not wake what came again
The very fate the hedge on me hath cast

Yet turning back is now forever banned,
Mad-will hath seized the reins outright.
In angel-song and fool’s delight I stand,
To bask therein and swear to every faery’s rite

For evermore, and more ever, with all my might.

Now there stands that hedge again,
green as spring and right as rain

No wailing on the plane
Parent ethical
(I'm sleeping)

Sparagmos

Mouth full of blood and wine
under the bone-white moon,
women dance and tear me apart
howling like loons.

Under the ascending sun
My gore makes the flowers grow.
Women feast on my flesh
next to deer and crow.

>>25317391
What did you mean by this?

--bittersweet--

A nodding ship that drifts away
Off from places so dull and grey
Where grief and sorrow go to die;
leaving but a carefree sigh

No strife or dread or toil for gold
Of passing stories never told
Gentle seas that rock fears to sleep;
for wakeful minds alone to keep

Intruding curtains wake my sight
The light betrays my wish for night
What lingers wears off with a yawn
And fades away along with dawn

>>25317423
>Sparagmos is an ancient Greek ritual term (from sparasso, meaning "to tear or rend") describing the ecstatic act of dismembering a living human or animal sacrifice. Associated closely with the worship of Dionysus, it symbolized the tearing apart of life to achieve a divine, transcendent rebirth.

Theatre sad.
Drapes in winter.
I'd show you but nothing's
ready for a photograph.
I have some already,
photographs
of photographs
of the sea.
They are precious,
like me.

>>25316745
El Cumgenio

Thought I'd end up with Sean
But he wasn't a match
Wrote some songs about Ricky
Now I listen and laugh
Even almost got married
And for Pete, I'm so thankful
Wish I could say "thank you" to Malcolm
'Cause he was an angel
One taught me love
One taught me patience
And one taught me pain
Now, I'm so amazing
Say I've loved and I've lost
But that's not what I see
So, look what I got
Look at what you taught me
And for that, I say
Thank you, next (next)
Thank you, next (next)
Thank you, next
I'm so grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (next)
Thank you, next (next)
Thank you, next (next)
I'm so
Spend more time with my friends
I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Plus, I met someone else
We're havin' better discussions
I know they say I move on too fast
But this one gon' last
'Cause her name is Ari
And I'm so good with that (so good with that)
She taught me love (love)
She taught me patience (patience)
She handles pain (pain)
That amazing (yeah, she's amazing)
I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)
But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)
'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)
Ain't no need for searching
And for that, I say
Thank you, next (thank you, next)
Thank you, next (thank you, next)
Thank you, next (thank you)
I'm so grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (thank you, next)
Thank you, next (said thank you, next)
Thank you, next (next)
I'm so grateful for my ex
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
I'm so
One day I'll walk down the aisle
Holding hands with my mama
I'll be thanking my dad
'Cause she grew from the drama
Only wanna do it once, real bad
Gon' make that last
God forbid something happens
Least this song is a smash (song is a smash)
I've got so much love (love)
Got so much patience (patience)
I've learned from the pain (pain)
I turned out amazing (turned out amazing)
I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)
But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)
'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)
Ain't no need for searching
And for that, I'll say
Thank you, next (thank you, next)
Thank you, next (thank you, next)
Thank you, next
I'm so grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (thank you, next)
Thank you, next (said thank you, next)
Thank you, next (next)
I'm so grateful for my ex
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Yeah, yee
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Thank you, next
Yeah, yee

came up with these more as song lyrics some sleepless night, but i might as well post them here.

i put up all the red flags
that i could fucking find
and you still said you loved me
and nothing'd change your mind

i told you this was quicksand
d'you really think we'd swim?
i couldn't say no to your love
you were my one way in

well we're still bound up in my skin
if not in your eyes
i planted all these roses
to make up for the lies

please forgive me all these poses
and what they're there to hide
please forgive me all these postures, dear
and what you're here to hide

Hard water

Drowned dead, calcified carcass still standing

Mournful eyes layered on glass, silver, glass again

Keeping me company while I evaporate

Dry tears form along the fragile surface

Can't love her

Threadly reminder: "free verse" isn't poetry.

as the seasons blur
grin across the sands of time
forgotten kindness

>>25316647
stephin merritt:

you need me
like the wind
needs the trees
to blow in
like the moon
needs poetry
you need me

>>25318014

Say that without your father's cock ravaging you now.

>>25316647
El armador aquel de casas rústicas
habló desde la barca,
ellos sobre la grava de la orilla,
y él flotando en las aguas.
Y la brisa del lago recogía
de su boca parábolas,
ojos que ven, oídos que oyen gozan
de bienaventuranza.
Recién nacían por el aire claro
las semillas aladas,
el sol las revestía con sus rayos,
la brisa las cunaba.
Hasta que al fin cayeron en un libro
¡ay, tragedia del alma!
ellos tumbados en la grava seca
y él flotando en las aguas.

>>25316647
>Bonus: post a poem you wrote about your oneitis.

The winter solstice of my love
Left nothing to amend
I stood without my heart that night
"Why does it have to end?"

Spring came to take my sullen mood
Snow melted with my plea
Yet in my chest was still a void
Like the hollow of a tree

Then summer came and dried away
The tears I used to weep
My heart now tarries in the tree
Forever yours to keep

>>25317131
I like it

>>25318014
The weavers of these tedious threads
Would like to see their medium dead
Should something raw and real arise
Must this be raped and ostracized
In a life without my rhythm and rhyme
What is there to hide behind?

Alexander Pope's Eloisa to Abelard is a great love poem. Too long to post in it's entirety, but here's an excerpt:
>Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
>Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief.
>Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
>Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;
>They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
>Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires,
>The virgin's wish without her fears impart,
>Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
>Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
>And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

>>25318141
Heh. fun little one

>>25318141
bruh

>>25318141
Kino
>>25317391
CRINGE and GAY

>>25318033
https://youtu.be/jgGUutf5BK0?si=atyiBU-tTW0gBgRv