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PurdWerfect
Aug 29, 2000



A knowing of showered damp hair
Fingers for fading moist
Water happy on hands
A sweet and clean smell
But who cares
Those fingers would be as happy
In a week of hot weather past
A strong and lived smell
And it's your hair
And the only reason
For the fingers
Is the head where it grows
And the head it falls from

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PurdWerfect
Aug 29, 2000



Words dulcet or spit.
I find something in them that somehow doesn't seem to exist elsewise.

Is that what love is? I don't know.

I know there is drive though, inexorable propulsion.
Never driven, never like this.
This loving impossible journey.

This dream that muddies my sleep, and is my first concern on waking.

Something part epitaph.
Something living more than ever.
Sides of a coin
And theater masks
Allied

There is no side without the other.
Which is which is my eyes on a given day.
Give me another day.
And the one after.

take the moon
Feb 12, 2011



will try to crit those if you want

how can stories be beautiful if someone doesn't fall down stairs

ashes are falling windswept
to find steady blades
to cut and reveal them

and they are chrome
repeating satori
girls in lotus; vampire heartbeats
caffeine fusing to my spine

pale stars
seek lonesome worlds
Callista took my wolf hands
shaped to stone
cast to water

heavy steel spreading your seed
touched and braced
your garden veins curve lorn
i am drowned enough

take the moon fucked around with this message at Jul 14, 2018 around 17:07

Sulla-Marius 88
May 14, 2010

No man ever did me so much good, or enemy so much harm, but I repaid him with ENDLESS SHITPOSTING


Plaster Town Cop

suggestions in bold, comments in italic

generally I suck at critiquing so please don't take this harshly - I'm trying to flag the bits that were jarring for me and tighten it up without rewriting it. the bits i didnt understand i left, provided they scanned well enough

PurdWerfect posted:

Words dulcet or spit. spat.
I find something in them that somehow doesn't seem to exist elsewise. i'd avoid elsewise. this is also a weak sentence, i try to avoid things like "i think", "it seems", "somehow" and so on
Is that what love is? I don't know.

I know there is drive though, inexorable propulsion. Trailing adverbs weaken the sentiment
Never driven, never like this.
This loving impossible journey. If you want to keep 'loving', I think there's better rhythm: this impossible loving journey. Having it where it is now renders the sentiment a bit less sincere

This dream that muddies my sleep, and is my first concern on waking. "is my first concern" lacks passion

Something part epitaph.
Something living more than ever.
Sides of a coin
And theater masks
Allied

There is no side without the other.
Which is which is my eyes on a given day. these last 2 stanzas I didn't really understand but this line is particularly confusing and I'd start with tidying this up
Give me another day.
And the one after.

I guess that probably wasn't so helpful but maybe there's something in there you can take away

Sulla-Marius 88
May 14, 2010

No man ever did me so much good, or enemy so much harm, but I repaid him with ENDLESS SHITPOSTING


Plaster Town Cop

here's one i wrote to test a meter and I don't know what to do with. to my mind the second stanza is the weakest but, as usual, im more frustrated by the lovely flow between stanzas

I Chase The Dream

To smoke, to drink
To screw, to take
The chemicals that
Let us down
And drown the brain that never leaves us.

The days escape
In countless sum
Through wretched haze
Fantasies
Decree an end to fearful phantoms.

Oh, what an un-
derhanded gift
This Midas touch, this
Pitiless
Un-sight which rusts the bones within us.

I chase the dream:
To maim, to kill
This cursed thing that
Knows so much
Yet understands so very little.

Sulla-Marius 88 fucked around with this message at Jul 17, 2018 around 16:03

Sulla-Marius 88
May 14, 2010

No man ever did me so much good, or enemy so much harm, but I repaid him with ENDLESS SHITPOSTING


Plaster Town Cop

Gatekeeper posted:

crossposting from the pyf forums quotes thread because these were posted as part of an off topic tangent about slam poetry. i hadn't ever really written poetry before, but whilst pretty inebriated I decided to try out slam poetry at open mic night at my local bar. this was the result:


it was extremely well received (or so i was told as i barely remember getting onstage and performing it) so a week or two later I tried out another:


i didn't remember performing this one either, a friend just found the napkin i wrote it down on and sent it to me, she said this one was just as well received by the audience. i wish i remembered

i like them, and the folks in the forum quotes thread seem to like them too. i think i'm gonna try writing more poetry

the second one is sincerely good, it's punchy and you have nice flow. if you wanted to, you could work on it a bit and whip it out as your go to spoken word, if any of that sounds like your jam

lofi
Apr 2, 2018



I haven't been doing much poetry lately I did this, though, and I don't know if it's a poem or what. 3am-heat-inspired:

Friend mosquito,
you needn't wei past my ear.
I am sanguine,
and more than happy to share.

Sulla-Marius 88
May 14, 2010

No man ever did me so much good, or enemy so much harm, but I repaid him with ENDLESS SHITPOSTING


Plaster Town Cop

I like it. What does wei mean, though? Is it a typo?

With something that small you could increase the lyricism a bit, if you wanted. Play with the words to create more rhythm and imagery without muddying the sentiment or blowing out the frame -- I'm looking at "friend" and "more than happy". Sanguine is solid

lofi
Apr 2, 2018



Apparently it's a typo, I meant 'wai', a greeting that's also onamatopia.

"Friend mosquito" I'd want to keep in place for sentimental reason, but I totally agree on 'more than happy'. Do you have any advice on hearing tone & rhythm, it's something I see a lot, and have no idea how to approach. I keep reading stuff about stressed syllables and I'm just like 'wtf, surely that varies by person?'

lofi fucked around with this message at Jul 19, 2018 around 13:48

take the moon
Feb 12, 2011



ive never gotten iambic pentameter either

i feel blank when you blank because i need blank

rivers above me
feel my heart through the ripples
neon summers

i chase the breath i never keep

too late to dream myths
miss my first sugar rush

and i don't think i've gone between
the spaces outside you
she never held me like they used to
but they beat my contours into place

grow old without ageing
fractured sleep
time without you is like eating smoke

Sulla-Marius 88
May 14, 2010

No man ever did me so much good, or enemy so much harm, but I repaid him with ENDLESS SHITPOSTING


Plaster Town Cop

lofi posted:

Apparently it's a typo, I meant 'wai', a greeting that's also onamatopia.

"Friend mosquito" I'd want to keep in place for sentimental reason, but I totally agree on 'more than happy'. Do you have any advice on hearing tone & rhythm, it's something I see a lot, and have no idea how to approach. I keep reading stuff about stressed syllables and I'm just like 'wtf, surely that varies by person?'

In that case I'd look into modifying the last line to have two points of rhyme with the 2nd line - 'wai' and 'ear', in the same position

I won't make suggestions because I don't have any right now and also it'd just be me trying to apply my voice to your writing. But if you come up with some I could critique

I've still got a lot of study to do myself but do some reading into scansion. There are a bunch of resources out there that will help you get better at it

Although stressed syllables shouldn't really vary by person such that meter becomes unintelligible.. for e.g. REcord and reCORD will always denote the noun and verb respectively, because that's a marker inherent to english to avoid ambiguity. RElease reLEASE and so on. more here: https://www.english-at-home.com/pro...syllable-stress

Sulla-Marius 88 fucked around with this message at Jul 20, 2018 around 10:26

PurdWerfect
Aug 29, 2000



Sulla-Marius 88 posted:

suggestions in bold, comments in italic

generally I suck at critiquing so please don't take this harshly - I'm trying to flag the bits that were jarring for me and tighten it up without rewriting it. the bits i didnt understand i left, provided they scanned well enough


I guess that probably wasn't so helpful but maybe there's something in there you can take away

Not at all, I found it very helpful! Thank you!

Measly Twerp
Nov 5, 2009



This doesn't have a name:

longer than a hamster
by more than you would expect
what manner of beast

faster than a mouse
by more than you would anticipate
what a skitter of feet

slyer than a fox
by more than you would have guessed
it must be a weasel


Am I do haiku right?

lofi
Apr 2, 2018



So mathmatical
A mustelid that can count
Well, at least kind of.


I've been working on a poemthing to be illustrated/turned into a comic:

Oppressive August evening heat
My window gasps for air
And soon enough, my sustenance,
My neighbours' spitting fights.

He can't be arsed to sort his life
And she's a drama queen
A blazing pyre banked with spite
And things they can't unsay.

Delicious fire that feeds itself
And sees me through the night
A schadenfreude ménage à trois
They burn themselves for me.

lofi
Apr 2, 2018



Kevin is a potato
He sits opposite me in group
Sprawls, pinned under the globe of his abdomen
Swollen to bursting with drink
Straining to escape his red checked shirt

He leans to lift his mug of tea
Shifts glacially, inflexibly
Seconds pass as he lists, reaches, lifts
A herculean task

Kevin is a potato
Vacant oilslick blue eyes
Pinprick pupils and a labyrinth of crow's feet.
Hair removed rather than styled
Slack mouth slumping into his neck

His voice without inflection
Monosyllabic answers that tell you nothing
Always a million miles away
Trapped in a slower place

Kevin is a potato
Man become tuber via the bottle
And I write not from malice or mockery
But to pin him in my memory
Because I was sat opposite Kevin in group.

take the moon
Feb 12, 2011



e: that sucked lol

take the moon fucked around with this message at Sep 3, 2018 around 19:10

Tyrannosaurus
Apr 12, 2006

I failed to submit because I was so excited about New Zealander Tim Price winning the Burghley Horse Trials on the quirky but freakishly talented Ringwood Sky Boy

magic girl cut up
sore throats small coughs chased fingers
after a while she peered down
lapis lazuli flowers
down where I shaped briefly in my heels a face nearly nuclear in all the ways she afforded wrong
a Hero's Journey
nothing
plasma earth Aeternum
nothing
love was a good word
we should break up are four better
for her

take the moon
Feb 12, 2011



^sg

for a second i got so loving thirsty

claimed, a raiment of moonkissed grass, stars
stares are what i got when i explained how meditating works
smiles
yeah, broke a promise to myself
tried to see it again
its a shimmering cloth, rippling salt, ash
they consecrate flowers with ribbons now

so i restored
so what
resetting is transmuting
blood into gold, hopefully
if not silk i wore out

somewhere between apathy and dislike
are eyes of some colour
and a word i forgot

Tyrannosaurus
Apr 12, 2006

I failed to submit because I was so excited about New Zealander Tim Price winning the Burghley Horse Trials on the quirky but freakishly talented Ringwood Sky Boy

hieroglyphics
unclasped lock and boarded
i found in the blades of the engine
five flashlights cooling
a screwdriver
interested in (what) the ancient wiring the scrap the rails the rust
or perhaps just leaving their names
Thomas
James
Richie
Tuck

Tollymain
Jul 9, 2010


Every Iteration Of
Equius Zahhak
Memorial Avatar
2010-2016

Good Night,
Sweat Prince


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Telephones
Apr 28, 2013



Blasting through my headcase with hell
out far shelling shotguns like pistachio shells.
It's hosed.
I should test my luck.
I should proceed with the shivering grooving, and shake off beat to keep my energy moving,
keep the fatal tax evasion inverted to invasion,
and gaurd the cradle at dusk so I could sway hearts to cinnamon.
With banks busting like SWAT and the suits showing cuffs
I should get myself ready for the shedding of the heady by Trump X Pol Pot thots.
I appraise rot.
And I'd love to go fight but I'd love to get shot.
A vicious contradiction that spoils the plot:
comfort over aspire, sustain all desires
a baked in affliction on my human conditions that will wear me down til I have no choice but die or...
where is my pen? (dong)
im wrong.

Telephones fucked around with this message at Oct 11, 2018 around 02:38

take the moon
Feb 12, 2011



Telephones posted:

I appraise rot.
And I'd love to go fight but I'd love to get shot.

i dont think anything referencing brumpf is ever art but these lines are rly good

take the moon
Feb 12, 2011



subbing

take the moon fucked around with this message at Oct 31, 2018 around 22:23

im on the net me boys
Feb 19, 2017

I died in 2007

I'm going to post a poem for the first time even though I always feel like what I write is garbage but I got to thinking and the worst that can happen is some people make fun of me on a forum you pay to post on, so

job applications

the first thing that comes up when you google my name is an article I wrote about body image and how poorly I dealt with mine
I can’t help but wonder what a potential employer thinks when they see it
Do they think, “I don’t want the pukey trans person working here,”
or “someone mentally ill like this is a liability that I’m not willing to take a chance on”
I don’t think anyone sees strength there
Except the people who saw me tear up at the podium, but finish anyway

El Desdichado
Aug 2, 2014



Cheers

These are for the too few remedies
Scrawling past my injured sight.
The golden, discordant melodies
Of liquid orchestra.

These are for the perceptual tremolos
Glassy clinks, again and again,
Battering echoes fade fast for each strike and flow
To consume of silence.

As it stills, the tempo clears
And sings to me such savory lullabies
As to temper the tinged mirrors
Of moments passed.

And still, the shallow fading, diminished,
Engulfs wrenching symphonies of now
To drown the world.

El Desdichado
Aug 2, 2014



im on the net me boys posted:

I'm going to post a poem for the first time even though I always feel like what I write is garbage but I got to thinking and the worst that can happen is some people make fun of me on a forum you pay to post on, so

Welcome. Our inner critics are often unreliable, which is why it's nice to have a place like this for honest feedback. That being said, I liked the ideas behind your poem, and its spoken word quality. A critique that comes to mind is to maybe explore with more depth the notion of biases, of the paper not being a complete reflection of you; about others judging weaknesses, instead of seeing the strength those struggles cultivate. I feel like there's a lot of untapped content there.

El Desdichado fucked around with this message at Oct 19, 2018 around 19:45

im on the net me boys
Feb 19, 2017

I died in 2007

El Desdichado posted:

Welcome. Our inner critics are often unreliable, which is why it's nice to have a place like this for honest feedback. That being said, I liked the ideas behind your poem, and its spoken word quality. A critique that comes to mind is to maybe explore with more depth the notion of biases, of the paper not being a complete reflection of you; about others judging weaknesses, instead of seeing the strength those struggles cultivate. I feel like there's a lot of untapped content there.

Thank you for your feedback!

I generally prefer to be direct and brief, so you pointing out to explore more is certainly something I think that I could work into my poems.
In yours, I see a lot of imagery, which I struggle with. When I write something, I understand to myself what I see, what I feel, but I'm starting to think that maybe I expect more from the reader than I'm giving to them.

Nahrix
Mar 17, 2004

Can't afford to eat out

gently caress it
I have no plan
I'm not a man, I can't stand
The life that I manned, and
I'm better and better, but never better
Than fore
I'm unsorted, short form of glory, untorn
And sure, there's my mind:
A crime found of the third kind
Just crying, whining, my life, on high
So now that I find, this time
It gives a big trophy for what I think that is mine

I'm fleeing
See it, unseen
I can't explain what I mean
Cause I can't even see it
I'm beaten and broken, spoken the idiocy
A prosthesis of thesis: my identity

I try to be wise,
And I try to be the good guy
Yet to the day that I die
It feels like nothing but lies

I thought my left and my right brain
Could just get along

But gently caress this

I'm wrong

Nahrix fucked around with this message at Oct 25, 2018 around 18:13

im on the net me boys
Feb 19, 2017

I died in 2007

Nahrix posted:

gently caress it
I have no plan
I'm not a man, I can't stand
The life that I manned, and
I'm better and better, but never better
Than fore
I'm unsorted, short form of glory, untorn
And sure, there's my mind:
A crime found of the third kind
Just crying, whining, my life, on high
So now that I find, this time
It gives a big trophy for what I think that is mine

I'm fleeing
See it, unseen
I can't explain what I mean
Cause I can't even see it
I'm beaten and broken, spoken the idiocy
A prosthesis of thesis: my identity

I try to be wise,
And I try to be the good guy
Yet to the day that I die
It feels like nothing but lies

I thought my left and my right brain
Could just get along

But gently caress this

I'm wrong

I really like this! It's got a great flow and feels really strong when I read it.

Nahrix
Mar 17, 2004

Can't afford to eat out

im on the net me boys posted:

I really like this! It's got a great flow and feels really strong when I read it.

Thank you! That means a lot, because I don't ever recall getting a compliment on anything I've written. Feels good.

Nahrix
Mar 17, 2004

Can't afford to eat out

Sorry, I don't know if there's an etiquette here about the appropriate conduct about how many times you can post something. If I'm violating anything, then feel free to avoid looking at this:


I know I'm not always right
And fighting's helpless, righteous, light of the
Selfess, obvious wellness, it helps us, right?
Tell, us compelled to trust in the right
And if we say, laid to fate, felt less
Tell us we're reckless
Demons's of our deviousness, ate us
I take responsibility for night

Demon and devil, we rust, and
See malevolent untrust, sent, you're
Not now riding crust, when
You ask for a dialogue, then
Spread hatred 'fore be we begin
To make we us

The left and the right
It isn't quite right
We left history and might
Have been proud
Last out loud, cause of them and me
Have doubt of our ancestry
Shout as I might, but despite light of the plight
Has rose above the German's oven
Love gives our wretches selves sight
So let's not recourse in our history's night

Such a tight grip of blight
On our insight we might, so
Fight to join the constant delight
Of our heights that we fight
For a victory
Does it actually see, in all sincerity?
Or do we claw each other endlessly, fears in me,
For the pursuit of a moot point
Whose choice is loose, now when we, sincerely, do we take light?
Looting obtuse points
Soon, in persuit on reality
To see, cause you're crying to me
Since we're lying, trying to be
High on high, though know we
Know it's not right, though we see
The fight of the light, why might, alright could be blamed on me

The point is the life we lead,
the decency that you need to see
And please, cleave a path ever better than what's made from me

Nahrix fucked around with this message at Oct 28, 2018 around 04:13

take the moon
Feb 12, 2011



as Oh Pee i say its fine, also i dont think theres any etiquette to consider

is that about culture war? strong feels from it

Nahrix
Mar 17, 2004

Can't afford to eat out

take the moon posted:

as Oh Pee i say its fine, also i dont think theres any etiquette to consider

is that about culture war? strong feels from it

You're absolutely right; it's about the current culture war in the US, seen from a Canadian's point of view.

Nahrix
Mar 17, 2004

Can't afford to eat out

Sulla-Marius 88 posted:

here's one i wrote to test a meter and I don't know what to do with. to my mind the second stanza is the weakest but, as usual, im more frustrated by the lovely flow between stanzas

I Chase The Dream

To smoke, to drink
To screw, to take
The chemicals that
Let us down
And drown the brain that never leaves us.

The days escape
In countless sum
Through wretched haze
Fantasies
Decree an end to fearful phantoms.

Oh, what an un-
derhanded gift
This Midas touch, this
Pitiless
Un-sight which rusts the bones within us.

I chase the dream:
To maim, to kill
This cursed thing that
Knows so much
Yet understands so very little.

This is awesome. My humble suggestion would be to make some very small changes on the third verse:

Oh, what an underhanded gift is
A Midas touch, this

BigRed0427
Mar 22, 2007

There's no one I'd rather be than me.


This was something I just came up with. Any criticism people can give is welcome.

I Wish I Was You

You looked like a queen
Pitch black lipstick and thin build of porcelain
Flowing black dress a smile full of fangs
From the moment I saw you, I wished I was you

You commanded the room
Made everyone feel welcomed
Made sure we all had our heart’s desires
But all I wished for was to be you

Your fangs shone brightly while you laughed
Your victim was made to scream and beg
While all your guests watched your poor kitten squirm
Watching you work just made me wish I was you

Everything slowed down for the night
We were alone together
I just looked at you wide eyed
As you told me you wished you were me

I’m just some boring ginger
No fashion sense, no supermodel looks
No fangs of my own to make others scream
Why would you wish to be me?

Nahrix
Mar 17, 2004

Can't afford to eat out

Here's another one. I think I'm addicted to writing now.


Hey, Godfather, need a friend?
I'll let you in
Forever, and never try to end it

Now, don't you worry 'bout her
Won't let her know, no doubt, sir
Got this lie 'till I die
Trying from day, to the night
Fighting for answers to cancer
Nevermind, I'll be alright

Love your taste, let's face it, wasted
Disgrace? Hey, now I can just pretend
Just walk a few blocks, and shop, then off
Home for a stop, and I got
The chance to turn the lights off upon demand

I'll kill for you, target's me
A bargain for largely fantasy
Dark is dreaming
I start to leave
Can't believe the clock's counting zero

Hero and foe, I guess so
Stop calling for me, you know
I can't slow down, there's no hope
Just drowning, happily



Edit: Another one. Same subject, but another take:

Tick, tick, tick
Time is through
You're chasing gooses
Soon dying, you, so
Keep trying flying, fool, and
Signs are looming
End of the line for you
Just

Lick, lick
Your master's boot
Cause he owns you
All through and through
Keep coughing, your coffin's coming soon
No clue who's that you're lying to
You're

Kick, kick, kicked
Black and blue
You're losing, loving
Attack the flu
Who's backing you?
Abandoned? Boo hoo
Just lose the ruse
Choosing nothing to do, whose
Fault is that? You want a platform?
Rise to that
Cul de sac
Round and round, holding back
Lackluster, trust me, you're a folding stack

And that is what's happening
You can't? gently caress that, don't make a scene
Heart attack's the only excuse that you have left
Upset? Give a poo poo, or regret
Set in motion the notion your emotions are bullshit
You know it, I am not being mean, dean

Hypocrite has a fit, then you sit on your rear end
Take another glass, you alcoholic
Bawling when you should just call it
Quits, and pull your life together
Whether or not it's hard; you're softened

Don't ever excuse abuse again, friend
We're me and I, but not quite fine enough
To blind myself to the bitter end

Nahrix fucked around with this message at Oct 29, 2018 around 05:06

take the moon
Feb 12, 2011



im starting to like the aesthetic of constant poetry and short crits. i feel like i dont have a lot to offer in the crit dept tho

amazing how fast i scroll to calibri


we are together, the waves
fast past the greeters
it is so dumb
to set such barriers
so much to live
human nature
and if it's perfect ruin it
that's the way things are

i found god he's ironic
a relic
spitting paint onto fires
and my nails are dead, and

therapy is everywhere
don't aim? just ignite
flown past, flowed out into the fight
someone to grieve
something?

im not sure how much i can take
know that i give nothing
and i wrote this for bodies
under sand, long sought never delved for

Nahrix
Mar 17, 2004

Can't afford to eat out

take the moon posted:

im starting to like the aesthetic of constant poetry and short crits. i feel like i dont have a lot to offer in the crit dept tho

amazing how fast i scroll to calibri


we are together, the waves
fast past the greeters
it is so dumb
to set such barriers
so much to live
human nature
and if it's perfect ruin it
that's the way things are

i found god he's ironic
a relic
spitting paint onto fires
and my nails are dead, and

therapy is everywhere
don't aim? just ignite
flown past, flowed out into the fight
someone to grieve
something?

im not sure how much i can take
know that i give nothing
and i wrote this for bodies
under sand, long sought never delved for

This is the poo poo. Sorry if I don't have any better words to describe it.

Nahrix
Mar 17, 2004

Can't afford to eat out

Hello again. I just thought of another one after I had a chat with some good friends, and some new ideas popped up in my head.


I see war and famine
Torn apart nations
Evil people leading agents
Sinking feeling dealing cadence
Like our evil is flawless
And I think our situation is
That we're really worth all this

We're unlimited,
But not unlimited such
We transcend all that what makes us
We pretend purity's nothing
But good and not also evil

I see glory and sadness
Short and far-reaching patience
Real hate meeting ancient ages
Bringing goodness, contagious
And I think our situation is
That we're really worth all this

Here's what I think:
Kindness and honesty
Time that brings all of this life to us
Or finding camaraderie
Or avoiding becoming another man's version of monstrosity
Or finding youth
From pursuit of the idyllic youth tree
I think you'll see
The truth is Truth

With truth comes sadness,
Truth comes gladness,
With the truth, you'll oft find madness
But have this, let this seeming backwards
All-in-buy-in-just-accept-this
Life view save you when you've been captured
In the strife we all know's panic

Despair's repaired when these chain's
We bear
Fear of seeing evil's glare
Which is fear of our fellow brethren
Since we're it's heir
Is to rise to grin and bear our fair share
Of Truth

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im on the net me boys
Feb 19, 2017

I died in 2007

I submitted four poems to Poetry Magazine. Now to wait seven months.

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