Know what, @Spermatozoa? How about this: I'll like yours and you like mine. If you don't really like it or I don't really like it, then just consider it "under development." @ashlesha, @ooo, @BandD, @Director Abbie and anyone else, same applies. If you think you don't matter, remember this group is bigger than the English Romantics people know about or the Bloomsbury Group full of people I think are awful like Virginia Woolf.
is this an invitation to shit post?
No. This is an invitation to add people on social media and post serious poetry.
Originally Posted by ooo
oh, ok? I don't use fb. I have some poetry accounts in some shitty poetry sites.. where I don't post anymore... if you don't want to post in here but still want me to read, send me a pm? I'd be glad to read poetry~ : )
Beatnik Poetry Sucks
Beatnik poetry sucks
It's all like –
I take Prozac!
I hurt myself!
Let's see how much
We can say
Shit, fuck, asshat, then
I don't want to
But I am, so
Rolls in his grave
Cut this bullshit
Not your wrists
The Reign of Conquerors
Bonaparte is blown apart
Genghis Khan is gone
If I were a conqueror
I wouldn't be for long
For your throne I tread with you
The sun was now setting,
And they were looking
At the end of the rainbow.
There is no redemption,
And there is no end of the rainbow.
What is this life we are thrust into?
You will wander forever,
Crushing your own bones to dust,
No matter what end you seek,
No matter how ceaselessly you tread.
De rerum natura
One dead Boomer, two dead Boomer,
Three dead Boomer, four
Five dead Boomer, six dead Boomer,
Seven dead Boomer, more
When a Boomer’s at last gone,
It has gone where it’s belong
Boomer in the dust, Boomer in the ground
As I live, so let me live well
And die well, when I die
Let us be noble, bear strongly our weight
Under our shining-blue sky
The one who falters shall be crushed
Forgotten, if they dare try to hide
As sea crashes on the Earth
Let it not, as an hourglass, rise
Let us sing of love and longing
And circle Earth around
Underneath the golden-shining Sun
And sky-sailing white cloud
Between me and you is perfection
Created between each of our arms
Even as chaos churns from depths of the ocean
We shall direct our own motion
And grow to encompass all
Boomer runs off into the shadows
Boomer sleeps filthy-naked in the cave
Boomer accuses the world of evil
Boomer curses, asks Invisible Man to save
Another dead Boomer, another down
Retreating in themselves another hour
Mad Boomers, scattering their bodies in resentment round
De rerum natura