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Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 15:31:10 No.7268771 View Reply Report Delete

Lets see how brilliant /lit/ is. Write a poem in 5 minutes.
-Has to have a 10 syllable iambic meter
-A metaphor
-A simile
-8 lines
-Cant use any fedora-core words like phantom
-Has to have a AB Rhyme Scheme
-You have to post what you came up with 5 minutes

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 15:32:24 No.7268774 Report Delete

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>>>/hm/ homework board

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 15:36:48 No.7268798 Report Delete

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>>7268771
The clock faces past the midnight hour
Jack the ripper just left his gates from hell
His knife rusty his body like a tower
The crows cower as the old church rings bell

One two three poke its a blood shower
One two three the victims body fell
Drags them by the feet their soul devoured
Like a cat eating their pray no one to tell

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 15:48:37 No.7268852 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>7268863 >>7268867 >>7270698 >>7270708 >>7274724

Today I shitpost on 4chan
While eating Cheetos and Mountain Dew
I go on /pol/ and post Christ - chan
but it's not OC, I post nothing new

go to /hm/, I cum, using both hands
Then go on /lit/ while cleaning my goo
I see this thread, shitty as a loo can
Post a poem, then go onto /mu/

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 15:51:32 No.7268863 Report Delete

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>>7268852
Masterpiece

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 15:52:28 No.7268867 Report Delete

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>>7268852
Beautiful

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 22:02:54 No.7270698 Report Delete

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>>7268852
This isn't even close to iambs

Anonymous

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Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 22:06:03 No.7270708 Report Delete

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>>7268852

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 22:08:19 No.7270722 Report Delete

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>>7268798
fedora core lol

Anonymous

Anonymous Thu 22 Oct 2015 22:33:06 No.7270822 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>7271433 >>7271442 >>7271768 >>7272917 >>7274770 >>7274817

The man he sat down in the barber chair;
"A haircut I would like to have," he said.
The barber ran his fingers through his hair,
And asked him how he'd like to see his head.
The man he said, "It'd really please me so--
It'd truly put me totally at ease,
If you'd forget everything you know.
Just fuck me up in any way you please."

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 01:22:37 No.7271360 Report Delete

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Bump

Anonymous

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Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 01:51:59 No.7271433 Report Delete

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>>7270822
underrated post
>>7270722
also nice sequential dubs

Anonymous

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Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 01:56:19 No.7271442 Report Delete

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>>7270822

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Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 04:50:12 No.7271768 Report Delete

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>>7270822

>This is actually OC

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 13:31:59 No.7272917 Report Delete

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>>7270822
Kek

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 13:54:31 No.7272972 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>7273021

>nobody on /lit/ knows what an iamb is
I am unsurprised

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 14:08:42 No.7273021 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>7274741 >>7274817

>>7272972
The lack of iambs in this present thread
Enough to make a lowly reader sick
If /lit/ could just now get it through its head
That emphasis on syllables's the trick

Yet shitposting does nothing for the cause
And greentext doubly nothing, twice none, none
Like opening a wound when it needs gauze
A drop of piss; an ocean gold as sun

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 14:09:59 No.7273026 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>7274764

My dry mouth twitched in the Balkan sun.
Silhouetted body, straight as a spear.
Gripping to my hip, holstered was my gun.
Cars creeped over the crest, I felt fear.
Watching as the brutes lurched towards me
Ogrelike, hidden behind masks of grey.
Dark eyed they awaited on their fee.
To which I proclaimed "I am CIA"

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 21:58:43 No.7274714 Report Delete

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nice

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 22:01:39 No.7274724 Report Delete

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>>7268852
Truly, the voice of a generation. Right here.
But Your meter fkin sucks

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 22:05:55 No.7274741 Report Delete

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>>7273021
Good job, anon. This is the one to beat

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 22:15:30 No.7274764 Report Delete

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>>7273026
Posted 2 days ago faggot. You're not fooling anyone

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 22:17:28 No.7274770 Report Delete

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>>7270822
great

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 22:24:11 No.7274799 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>7274808

Your fight is now to find the way to speak,
the eye is fixed on you, the quiver lip,
you can’t appear to fixed, or slack and weak –
but seconds tick and tick and tick and snip

away your armor – twang— her bow. You squeak.
You mouse. You’re flipped and flipped and flipped and flipped.
Your little organs, spine, so small and weak
are crushed in bites, and out the redness leaks.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 22:25:43 No.7274808 Report Delete

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>>7274799
Last line should be drip, and to should be too, but I honored the five minute rule.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 22:29:35 No.7274817 Report Delete

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>>7270822
good for a laugh

>>7273021
Wew lad. some talent there.

Anonymous

Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 22:37:12 No.7274838 Report Delete

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My eyes upon the flick'ring screen do rest.
My fingers now upon the keyboard sit.
My person all of browns and grey is dressed.
This is my life, I know--I am of it.

Those parents, peers, and pasts possess I yet,
That would me from this dull present exhume,
But for the pity Fortune does forget
To give of one small man in his small room!

I had fun, even though it sucked. Definitely I form I'd like to improve at

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Anonymous Fri 23 Oct 2015 22:47:16 No.7274856 Report Delete

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Forfend to judge what should not be;
In equal measure setting all men free,
Or sell your soul to put your heart at ease
Debase the coin and set at naught the lease

Await the thief who's gone before first light
Awake that morn to find yourself contrite
For you see, whatever life should offer...
This life won't long endure us scoffers.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Oct 2015 00:05:11 No.7275071 Report Delete

Quoted By: >>7275095

The night's not black and the day is not white
No sun has ever died when it retired
When you wake up do not forget the night
And when you dream, dream of that star of fire
And when you're inbetween the dark and light
Remember the feeling that will transpire
For in that lies a power like some bite
Never lose the sublime it will inspire.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Oct 2015 00:15:20 No.7275095 Report Delete

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>>7275071
I cannot lie, I went at least a minute over. But, hey, at least I used iambic pentameter correctly throughout the poem *cough* *cough*

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Oct 2015 00:29:44 No.7275141 Report Delete

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A boy falls in love but is still unknown
he cannot confess, and receives instead
a deus ex machina of the girl's phone
he composed his message and presses send

But when he recounts the poem to her
she looks at him with a perplexing stare
so then with what woman did he confer?
an alternate world, with another girl there!

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Oct 2015 12:09:41 No.7276657 Report Delete

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bumping

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Anonymous Sat 24 Oct 2015 13:38:50 No.7276992 Report Delete

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at midnight his bones crack like they're breaking
two painkillers taken to no effect
the small of his back is warm, yet aching
and dullness spreads from his feet to his neck

old and alone, he remembers the time
from his young lover he could not refrain
her words and her smile combined in a rhyme
her memory now dulled by his knackered brain

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Oct 2015 16:01:49 No.7277478 Report Delete

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Now I sit upon my porcelain throne
Yet I cannot make a single decree
What good is wealth? I'd give up all I own
If I could banish this subject from me

My castle guards do the best that they can
But this rogue must hail from the depths of hell
My sphinx is destroyed and freely he ran
My fortress must purge this Sir Takobell

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