FFR Rad Poets Society

[gnr61]

Re: FFR Rad Poets Society

i've been busy
it never occurs to me to post here when i'm not actively playing SM or anything though i probably should, i always find myself missing this community lol

[moches]

Re: FFR Rad Poets Society

holy shit Puppet your stuff never fails to amaze me. only thing (and this is honestly more a personal thing than anything) is that you may want to try reading these out loud, especially when they use more complex vocabulary: it's important to make sure that they don't break the flow of the piece or feel out-of-place/at odds with the setting or content of your poetry, especially since it's a story (I think)?

overall it's tight, loving the vivid imagery and the powerful voice\

shit i need to start poetry again but i cannot get off of my ass, somebody motivate me

[ciganski]

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Moches, it always helps me to find inspiration when I think about places I have been; reminiscences make up most of my poems.

It came upon me on a cloudy morn
a morn in the month of October
the Autumn breeze stilled, and a thought was born
where the leaves like amber hang over.

It came upon me on an empty kind
of night in the month of October
the open sky gave way to my mind
where the cold water splashes in time.

What was that, that came to me
that month, that month of October?
I ask myself, and still I wonder-

Edit: Btw, i like your September 1st one!

[Cavernio]

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#RealTalk

Emotions, sensations, that's all I want.
And that is what I have.
I will ride the waves until they dissipate,
but I will not care if I drown during it.
I am whole again.
I am connected to the pain.
I am connected to the pleasure.
I crave it all.
Everything is better than nothing.

[FoJaR]

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lovesong 304:

butts butts butts
everything is butts
butts butts butts butts butts
baby gimme dat butts

[redsea]

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On the path there once I traveled
made of Arab sand
A thirst that was quenched by knowledge once
estranged by the Lords hand.

I came upon a spot to lie
within some cooling shade.
The source of which I could not see
it did not seem to fade.

Once that I had drunk my fill
of that shadowy spot of land,
my travels began, again, again,
on that path of Arab sand.

What pool of water lay within
this deserts hot embrace?
I could not think of that too long
at once I made my haste.

As I came upon the pool,
it did not vanish yet!
A gypsy in its waters bathed
at once our eyes had met.

That water dropping from her eyes!
Confusion met my mind.
Is it water droplets I see
or the product of another kind?

Her beauty, I say, had quenched my thirst,
her body, my appetite;
and now she stood in front of me,
I dare say in plain sight.

Sing to me, I say you gypsy
in this silent land!
Dance for me, I say you gypsy
on this Arab sand!