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Posted 9/21/17 , edited 9/21/17
So, I haven't seen a forum that isn't a poetry competition or one that is sharing others works.
I feel like there should be a forum to express poetry that may be swept under the carpet or even well known.
All I ask is that you write down who the poem was written by.

For this poem it was more-so a poetry slam that I found amusing.


"You pink armor, lipstick rebel, steel cheeked, slit mouth, head to the ground mean girl. You headphones in but no music. You house key turned blade, you quick step between streetlights, strainer of pricks and chest-beaters, laughter is a foreign language to your dry-ice tongue. Resting bitch face they call you. But there is nothing restful about you, no, lips like a flat lined heartbeat panic at the sight of you, scream for their mothers, throat full of bees, heads spun three-sixty, exorcist bitch, just trying to buy a soda, just trying to do your laundry, just trying to dance at the party, and then someone asks you to smile, and the blood begins to riot, smile, and you chisel away at your own jaw, smile, and you unleash the swarm, into the mouth of the man who wants to swallow you whole. One theory is that you were born like this, but I don't believe it. You came out screaming and alive, and look at you now, look at how you've learned to hide your teeth, "What's wrong with your face, bitch?" "Your face, bitch, what's wrong with it?" Bitch face I don't blame you for taking the iron pipes from their hands and branding yourself with it, for making a flag out of your body bag. Another theory is that you put it on every morning screw it tight like a jar of jelly but I don't believe that either. You woke up like this and have been like this for years. How can you sleep pretty when their are four locks on the door and the fire escape feels like break-in bait, they will tell you home is a safe zone. No, bitch face is safe zone, bitch face is home, bitch face is cutting off the ladder willing to burn in the apartment, if it means he can't get in."


- Olivia Gatwood "Ode to my Bitchface".

Feel free to discuss the pieces as well.
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Posted 9/21/17
I failed poetry... I did manage to get into the teachers computer though
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Posted 9/21/17

Rujikin wrote:

I failed poetry... I did manage to get into the teachers computer though :D


You failure. Also who reported this? I'm loling.
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Posted 9/21/17

llunga wrote:


Rujikin wrote:

I failed poetry... I did manage to get into the teachers computer though :D


You failure. Also who reported this? I'm loling.


Haha Someone reported this? Seems my stalker is back.
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I am not good at slam poetry, I'm more in the verse of rhyme and free-style short poems that hold deep emotions, or simply make no sense at times.
I did make a thread on poetry letting people express themselves a week back, haha but sadly it seems to be dying out.

Any-who, the piece you posted was interesting, I'm not fond of curse words use in poetry but in this case it worked out well.

thank you for sharing an interesting piece.
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The cringe potential in this thread is very real. I leave you to it...
Posted 9/21/17 , edited 9/21/17
This one is one I wrote and keep in my wallet. I usually look upon it for advice. I wrote it for a girl

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
I'm going to break the flow
Tomas the train
I love you
My poetry is that of a good poet
Now my lady
Drop your pants
I'm going in
To make you
Wednesday's can
I'm getting bored
So ima end it here
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Posted 9/22/17
Bravo my friend bravo!

In regards to wallet poetry
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Posted 9/22/17
From Goethe's Faust, Part One, translated by David Luke.


My friend, youth's what one needs, of course, when one
Is in the thick of battle with the foe,
Or when sweet girls are hanging on
One's neck and simply won't let go,
Or when the finish of a race
Beckons far off to victory,
Or when one's danced at furious pace
Then spends the night in revelry:
But boldly, gracefully to play
Upon the lyre, choose one's own goal
And reach it by some charming way
On random motions of the soul--
Such is the older poet's task; and we
Respect you none the less. The proverb's wrong, you see:
Age is no second childhood--age makes plain,
Children we were, true children we remain.
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I wonder how it all got started, this business
about seeing your life flash before your eyes
while you drown, as if panic, or the act of submergence,
could startle time into such compression, crushing
decades in the vice of your desperate, final seconds.

After falling off a steamship or being swept away
in a rush of floodwaters, wouldn't you hope
for a more leisurely review, an invisible hand
turning the pages of an album of photographs-
you up on a pony or blowing out candles in a conic hat.

How about a short animated film, a slide presentation?
Your life expressed in an essay, or in one model photograph?
Wouldn't any form be better than this sudden flash?
Your whole existence going off in your face
in an eyebrow-singeing explosion of biography-
nothing like the three large volumes you envisioned.

Survivors would have us believe in a brilliance
here, some bolt of truth forking across the water,
an ultimate Light before all the lights go out,
dawning on you with all its megalithic tonnage.
But if something does flash before your eyes
as you go under, it will probably be a fish,

a quick blur of curved silver darting away,
having nothing to do with your life or your death.
The tide will take you, or the lake will accept it all
as you sink toward the weedy disarray of the bottom,
leaving behind what you have already forgotten,
the surface, now overrun with the high travel of clouds.
by Billy Collins
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Posted 9/23/17 , edited 9/23/17

Rujikin wrote:

I failed poetry... I did manage to get into the teachers computer though :D


Sounds like a poem to me!

"I failed poetry...
I did manage
to get into
the teachers computer though :D"
-Rujikin

Wonderful.


Skyelocke wrote:

I am not good at slam poetry, I'm more in the verse of rhyme and free-style short poems that hold deep emotions, or simply make no sense at times.
I did make a thread on poetry letting people express themselves a week back, haha but sadly it seems to be dying out.

Any-who, the piece you posted was interesting, I'm not fond of curse words use in poetry but in this case it worked out well.

thank you for sharing an interesting piece.


Can you send me a link to your post?
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Posted 9/23/17 , edited 9/23/17

Ketsu wo taberu
Even tho I'm a little pichu
You wanna bet, Kakeru?
watashi no ketsu wo tabe nasai
Right before your start yell Kanpai
Really want it good, no lie
I chill in the grass
See that smoke you know I'm blowing gas
Boi come peeping ya better watch ya ass
Come contest I'll hit you with that tackle volt
Then bust you up with another skyward jolt
move after move that's a full frontal assault


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Posted 9/23/17 , edited 9/23/17
Someone call 911.

I'm in serious condition from all this deep edge.
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Posted 9/23/17

TRKitsune wrote:

Someone call 911.

I'm in serious condition from all this deep edge.




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Posted 9/23/17
Roses are black
Violets are black
I can't see
I'm Stevie wonder
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