Tumblr is 3deep5me. This post is of a tumblr user making a poem out of things that you'd commonly see on the internet. In hindsight, they realized that they mad
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This post is of a tumblr user making a poem out of things that you'd commonly see on the internet. In hindsight, they realized that they made a semi deep post. Tublr users react like tumblr users normally do.

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i wrote a poem
I almost scrolled past this out it' s actually really ******* deep-.-
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Submitted: 01/19/2014
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#71 - anipott (03/21/2014) [-]
#63 - gideoto (01/20/2014) [-]
It looks similar to a Linkin Park song
It looks similar to a Linkin Park song
#61 - spiritofvengeance ONLINE (01/20/2014) [-]
Roses are red
My dick in your ass
If I come too fast
I may be out of gas... money
**** !
User avatar #47 - xmonke (01/20/2014) [-]
Bo Burnham - 06 #Deep (what. album) #Deep
#41 - yuukoku (01/19/2014) [-]
User avatar #36 - payseht ONLINE (01/19/2014) [-]
This post hit a little too close to home...
I lack drive. I've had none for the past 5 years now, and I don't see me gaining any in the next. I have everything I need, but not what I want because I don't know what I want, what I really, really want, and I'd tell you what I want, what I really, really want, but I don't know what it is... I've tried helping other people, getting a good job, getting an education, quitting some addictions that were keeping me down. In the process I've got few thanks, a poorly paid job I enjoy doing from time to time, dropping out of two colleges because it was impossible for me to study without any focus (focus, drive, call it what you will), and an addiction to crazy meds thanks to several suicide attempts.
I've been told to stop being a ****** and grow up. It strangely happened at the time I was supposed to be more grown up, close to my 18th birthday. Since then I've visited several psychologists and psychotherapists, and about two mental hospitals. Something is obviously wrong with me, but I don't know why. People have problems they can identify. They can work to fix them. I don't know what my problem is, I just really stopped enjoying life, however much I tried... the second any good feeling moment stopped, I sank right back into depression. Think of skydiving and starting to cry the second you hit the ground. Well, not cry... I'm not sad, I just feel numb... I don't know... I feel I'm just wasting my time and the ones around me's time.

tl;dr: "QUIT"? Really? What are you, a teenage girl? Grow up! Your problems are dwarfed by the real problems in this world. You feel alone? ************* . Everyone does. You'll get over all this emo crap once you reach a certain age. I bet that's what it is. "Drive", as in "I've got everything handed to me all my life and now that I have to make the decissions I don't know what to do". ****** a little and then we can talk.
User avatar #46 to #36 - rampazzo (01/20/2014) [-]
Sadly, I can relate to most of that. +1.
User avatar #70 to #46 - payseht ONLINE (01/20/2014) [-]
how do you handle it?
#34 - Take (01/19/2014) [-]
Comment Picture
User avatar #27 - noblekira (01/19/2014) [-]
The world has changed to something other,
The internet, replaced your mother,
Your teacher, your friends entertainment, all
The techno rise will become mans fall.
We've accomplished much, theres not much more to make,
So I've sat for 5 hours, Watching Harlem shake"
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#17 - snakefire ONLINE (01/19/2014) [-]
Anyone else here write poetry? Lets hear it.

Through the looking glass, sight held to blind view.
Everyone sees, nobody knows you.
I don’t know them past what I see.
They take what they see and use it to judge me.
The outside is okay, no pressure from peers
Independent thought, not blind with sheep ears.
But then again, who am I to assume?…
I’m at the looking glass too…
User avatar #60 to #17 - poopatroopa (01/20/2014) [-]
I can call you beautiful.
He can call you ugly.
What can we agree on?
Where is the origin?
What can we both agree on?
What can WE all agree on?
Where is the original one?
I can't find you.
Perhaps you are right front of my eyes.
If you are shapeshifter,
Is your true form deceit?
Perhaps we worry too much.
Every single person.
Trying every single thing
So maybe you altered so you are different for everyone.
Or perhaps you are ugly.
Ugly is unlikeable.
Ugly is cast away.
Ugly is at peace.
My poems are odd
User avatar #48 to #17 - niggastolemyname (01/20/2014) [-]
whats the pic from
User avatar #56 to #48 - snakefire ONLINE (01/20/2014) [-]
Franken fran.
#43 to #17 - thempc ONLINE (01/19/2014) [-]
a limerick:
Internet's down today
Outdoors looks quite gray
so stick your slimy cock
in a grimy sock
and fap your life away
User avatar #40 to #17 - fuzzypickles **User deleted account** (01/19/2014) [-]
I've written over 50 poems and songs, but i dont feel comfortable sharing any
User avatar #38 to #17 - aangbingo (01/19/2014) [-]
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that ***** in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh them ****** acting up, where the wolves at?
You better bust that, if gonna pull that.
#44 to #35 - thempc ONLINE (01/19/2014) [-]
have some visual accompaniment for that lyrical mastery
have some visual accompaniment for that lyrical mastery
#33 to #17 - zeroqp (01/19/2014) [-]
Here's another I just HAD to write after being inspired by an early episode of Bleach

If I were the rain
which binds the heaven and the earth
through the clouds' tears
reach everyone who looks up
would I be happy,
to have reached so many souls?
or would I sadden?
for in those millions of tears,
there is only coldness?
#51 to #33 - pkrbarmovie (01/20/2014) [-]
No rhyme, no meter, no poetic elements whatsoever... How is this a poem?
User avatar #54 to #51 - zeroqp (01/20/2014) [-]
A poem doesn't need rhyme.
What do you mean by meter?
What is your definition of "poetic elements"? I believe that as long as any text speaks to you, it can be poetic. To me this stirs up emotions and is inspiring, so to me it's very much a poem.

Look, when it comes to something like art, you really shouldn't try to tell other people what defines it or not. All art needs to be is emotionally provoking, it needs to give you something. That's what's so magical about art. Just by experiencing it, it can give you something that wasn't there before.
#55 to #54 - pkrbarmovie (01/20/2014) [-]
And thus you defined art as "needing to be naught but emotionally provoking".

But jokes aside, yes, you do need to define and formalize art. There is a reason for why we have chord progressions in music and such structures as the sonata form, fugue or symphony.

There is a reason literary critics and theorists are searching for a universal structure for narrative works (such as Poetics, by Aristotle).

There is also a reason poetic theory is a very vast academic endeavor: meter (which is basically syllable count per line), rhyme scheme, comparisons (metaphor, simile, synecdoche, etc), structure (sonnet, villanelle, sestina, ballad) and much more are all part of this great study.

Theory is very important, believe me. It makes you understand your art in a better way and allows for more complexity, creativity and depth.

It's simple, really; you get to understand what makes a poem what it is.
User avatar #58 to #55 - zeroqp (01/20/2014) [-]
That was a nice, elaborate description, and good points too.

I agree that it is compelling to human beings to understand why we are affected by what affects us. Both out of curiosity and in order to create even better material.

That being said, is it really right to tell someone that their work is not good enough to be known as art because it doesn't live up to someone's predetermined criteria?
Isn't that disheartening to someone who is just learning how to create art, or for someone who just does it casually?
#62 to #58 - pkrbarmovie (01/20/2014) [-]
Oh, god! No, of course not. That was not my point at all.

The only criteria by which a piece of art can be judged is by whether it brings pleasure to its consumer or not. It's only duty is to please, and if it contradicts some of art's "rules" in doing so, then it is safe to say that these "rules" are incorrect.

I put the word rules between quotation marks because I do not think it the correct term. Aesthetics don't have "rules". They have principles, guidelines and theory; no strict rules.

My point was that if I consider some elements of your poem unaesthetic, I can point out what is wrong (to a certainly high but imperfect degree) by my knowledge of poetic theory. Rhyme for instance is a very aesthetic thing; we love hear intricate organization in sound (echoing syllables) and sure find them breathtakingly beautiful when combined with clever/deep meaning in a sentence. Meter, too, provides a phonaesthetic rhythm to your poem.

To say that your poem was not in itself a poem was because of its lack of "poetic elements". I was interested in the fact that it might be performed more aesthetically through prose and not verse, as verse did not really help your poem that much in this case.
User avatar #64 to #62 - zeroqp (01/20/2014) [-]
Thank you for the information and the feedback. I enjoyed reading it, and I agree with a lot of it.
Sadly I don't write poetry as often as I should, but I'll keep in mind what you have said for the next time I write something.
Do you have anything you can share here that you have written?
#68 to #64 - pkrbarmovie (01/20/2014) [-]
I'll share a sonnet with you. The theme is the conflict between humane and "animalistic" love.

In promising beginnings, fiery phlegm
keeps lips apart and forces on all eyes
a blinding glimpse of coyness. I condemn,
as catalyst, the kiss whose woe end nighs.

For trees of candid love shan't ever grow
in soil disturbed and spoiled by fleshly ways,
and lumberjacks and saws will likely flow
into the ugly woods of such distaste.

And yet, it's true: infertile forests get
not thick but cold, and naught but a gray, dry
branch lies beneath their snows. Should you it forget,
your soul, that twig, may never hear you cry:

"If You see once our fingers intertwine,
give sun that day to rest its glorious shine!"
User avatar #32 to #17 - rokkarokkaali (01/19/2014) [-]
Bitch shake that ass on my dick woo woo swag
Bitch it's Red Flame and you know that I'm hustlin'
Bitches on my dick and I still **** their cousins
User avatar #37 to #32 - fuzzypickles **User deleted account** (01/19/2014) [-]
#31 to #17 - zeroqp (01/19/2014) [-]
I don't write poetry often, and even less in English. Here is one I wrote in about 3 minutes while I was in my MMO, years ago.

to fight for my dreams
and work my fingers to the bone,
in the end it will leave me all alone

to lose all my might,
to give up the fight:
however the loss of all I had to lose,
would be nothing compared to the loss of you
User avatar #30 to #17 - zeroqp (01/19/2014) [-]
Thank you for sharing that. The picture added to the feel of it.
#42 to #30 - anonymous (01/19/2014) [-]
Stop trying so hard to be deep...
User avatar #49 to #42 - zeroqp (01/20/2014) [-]
What do you mean? I'm not really trying hard at all. I'm just being myself.
#29 to #17 - anisbanana (01/19/2014) [-]
roses are red
violets are blue
i suck at writing poems
User avatar #28 to #17 - oborawatabinost (01/19/2014) [-]
I once wrote a poem about Liam Neeson for an english class. **** was cash.
#20 to #17 - epsterminator (01/19/2014) [-]
No but I do read poetry. And I'd like to share one of my favorite poems. It's kinda emotional so if you've been through a heartbreak or something don't read it.. Any way it's called I **** Sluts.

"Sluts, sluts, I **** sluts. Sluts get ****** when I **** sluts.
No if and's, and or but's. I **** sluts.
I **** sluts. Nice girls are nice but no good for nut-suckin,
You'll need a serene night to green-light a butt ******* ,
But that'll be easy with sleazy old slut ******* . Boo to the nice girls! Praise be to slut ******* .
I have a list. A list? Yes a list of all the sluts I've missed.
I've never ****** or sucked these sluts and thus my nuts are *******
So when I **** the lucky slut my nut removes her from the list.
Another dumb cum-bucket struck from my nut sucking,
Suck it slut, sluck it **** bucket-list...
Sluts can be white, black, brown, pink, or almond.
They can be skinny with big tits or skinny with small ones.
Sluts can be perky, preppy or posh with their brains and their clothes all
Shrunk from the wash.
But other girls are pretty and funny and smart.
And they lift all your thoughts from your dick to your heart.
They can talk about science, music, or art.
They can put you together or they can pull you apart.
But don't trust these women, don't, don't you dare.
They'll force you to trust them and love them and care.
And then they'll be gone and then you'll be aware of that hole in your heart
That that dumb slut left there" - Bo Burnham
#50 to #20 - irishthief (01/20/2014) [-]
Love Bo Burnham.
Love Bo Burnham.
#45 to #20 - anonymous (01/19/2014) [-]
Sounds like the average rap song on the radio...
#19 to #17 - geofffiftyfive (01/19/2014) [-]
It's not poetry but I do write. I wrote this a few years ago. Still open to positive criticism about it. Also have more.
His suit was full gears and weights, the weights would drop and raise and turn the gears the gears would turn more gears leading to a metal chain, that went to and from his pocket, turning. Inside his pocket was a golden watch with silver hands, the metal chain lead into his watch turning gears that turned more gears that turned the silver second hand, and every 60 seconds it would turn a gear that would turn the silver minute hand and every 60 minutes that would turn the silver hour hand.
User avatar #18 to #17 - jalthelas (01/19/2014) [-]
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast ************
With big boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
And loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a **** .
#52 to #18 - ddoggdiggity (01/20/2014) [-]
who cares cool ****
#13 - anonymous (01/19/2014) [-]
... this **** isn't deep. This **** isn't beautiful. This **** is stupid. **** poetry.
#9 - thepastryistrue (01/19/2014) [-]
Kind of reminds me of this beauty.
User avatar #15 to #9 - nuciferatu ONLINE (01/19/2014) [-]
"Dry skulls in a dusty valley, with all the tops sawn off"
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#6 - verycoolcat (01/19/2014) [-]
"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pron surfed, weak and weary, over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'. While i ******* my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning, and my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour, " 'Tis not possible!", i muttered, " give me back my free ******** !"..... quoth the server, 404." - Bash.org Quote
#23 to #6 - anonymous (01/19/2014) [-]
User avatar #12 to #6 - huszti (01/19/2014) [-]
bash is some glorious **** . i love it.
#7 to #6 - bobfreakingdole (01/19/2014) [-]
Now that, good sir, is poetry.
#5 - bitchesbanthymine (01/19/2014) [-]
User avatar #1 - turtletroll ONLINE (01/19/2014) [-]
Now we wait for the ******* to complain about this being from tumblr.
User avatar #11 to #1 - deadmansdope ONLINE (01/19/2014) [-]
As a half fag, I can partially confirm this.
User avatar #10 to #1 - tittylovin (01/19/2014) [-]
Sorry I'm late.
User avatar #4 to #1 - angelicdemon (01/19/2014) [-]
I may or may not be a ****** and I could confirm this.
User avatar #3 to #1 - dutchcourage (01/19/2014) [-]
I'm a ****** and I can confirm this.
User avatar #2 to #1 - optimos (01/19/2014) [-]
I'm a ****** and I can confirm this.
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