god-tier poetry general

the negro speaks of rivers wrote:I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
    flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
    went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
    bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers

oaky wrote:Roses are red

Violets are violet

Let me sample genitals

or I will be violent

Scuba was joy

We would not have it

We kicked him out of OTX

and called him a same brother-lover brother

appledrinkingappaloosa wrote:only good poetry is oakys and ogden nash

The cheetah, my dearest, is known not to cheat; the tiger possesses no tie; the horse-fly, of course, was never a horse; the lion will not tell a lie. The turkey, though perky, was never a Turk; nor the monkey ever a monk; the mandrel, though like one, was never a man, but some men are like him, when drunk. The springbok, dear thing, was not born in the Spring; the walrus will not build a wall. No badger is bad; no adder can add. There is no truth in these things at all.