Blank Verse Essay on Intentionality in Queer Fiction
#36 of poetry you must admit i did threaten to turn this journal--https://www.sofurry.com/view/1707174--into a blank verse essay. i will not say here, 'no more happy ends.'
Unimportant Verse 5
#5 of unimportant verse about important people "comrade" would i call you, and "brave," and "fierce" and "true". "lovely" have i called you, and hope but to live up to the example which you set for me. so, comrade, onward, ever onward.
Poetry's Easy and Prose is Powerful: Srsly (My heart was 3)
They go, 'ohh, i write in free verse! :3' and then everyone with half a clue just switches off, expecting them to hack up their text at random with no form or structure or anything and just call it 'free verse'.
Blank Verse Essay On The Futility of So-Called "A.I." Art
My husband, sometimes, draws erotica, He has for years. I'm sure you know the kind, A tiger man and husky man, perhaps, Or handsome fox and manly-smug raccoon, Or fatherly but dangerous wolf, in all The situations that might give excuse For them...
Wet Ass Pussy (song parody)
, goin' quarter-miles, wet-ass pussy, racing tigers an' lions uwu chorus: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, you swimmin' with some wet-ass pussy bring a hair dryer on hot for this wet-ass pussy the breaststroke's improved a lot for this wet-ass pussy verse
Simplify Yourself In These Ways
Oh, friend \_ \_ If you have never heeded me before \_ \_ \_ \_ I beg you \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ Heed me now \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ \_ Though I must break your heart This world is not built to be perceived \_ \_ It is more complicated and simple...
Hands//Paws - A Poem
Hands aren't meant to feel this weird I'm not meant to spend all day looking They're not meant to rash They're not meant to bloody They're just supposed to be, Another part of your body That we use as tools, To try not to damage Too delicate,...
Pages
A poet I will never be Tiz poor and lifeless Devoid of perfection Pages Blank pages upon scribbled I have The pen bleeds my heart but lies Pages So many pages Blank and arid dry and torn The emptiness it scorns Pages I stab at...
Contrasts of Bittersweet
There's a chill in the air, Darkness is there, But my eyes see so vividly now. I shut myself in, Devoured by sin, But my lips are trembling now. If I can't breathe, And you just seethe, And my body is quivering now, Then I'm set...
Dinner & New Friend
Just letting the small verse flow through him, only his head moved, slowly falling down.
History Repeats Because Those Who Write It Write Repetition
First they came for the socialists, and I spoke out-- Because I had read That Poem. Loved its pathos, Its tragedy, And its warning. They came for natives, black people, immigrants, refugees-- And I spoke out. They came for the poor...
A Poetic Definition.
For even in free verse, the plain truth that plain prose speaks plainly is crystalized, is sanctified, to a mosaic icon. and does the halo make the icon? or the jeweled letters? the colors of the tesserae? the linden wood unblemished?