Y'know how most poetry sucks?

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  1. This is an exception. Watch it.

    Feel free to share other examples of not-shitty poetry if you want. Depression-inducing subject matter optional.
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  2. Most poetry sucks cos all the best poets went into Hip Hop.

    Just realised I forgot to include any Busdriver on that list. SHAMEFRU DISPRAY.

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  3. Do epic poems count?
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  4. Only if I get to spam links to Behemoth from here on out.
  5. Absolutely.
  6. This is my favorite stanza from any poem, and the poem itself was inspiration for one of the greatest series of all time.

    There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met
    To view the last of me, a living frame
    For one more picture! In a sheet of flame
    I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
    Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
    And blew. ’Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.’
  7. Unless those epic poems are from a guy called Milton. None of that.
  8. Psh, nah, Milton is fine, get out of here you uncultured swine.
  9. Never could stand any of his poetry, especially the epic. I had to take a class exclusively dedicated to him, but his style was just... eh. The disdain for Eve near the end was pretty shoddy. Even the angels dissed her.
  10. Can we all agree that slam poetry is still lame as shit?
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  11. This even needs to be said?
  12. So I "know" how to read classic poems. But how am I supposed to pause my speech
    when a poem does things like this,
    instead of using a comma the writer just
    cuts off their sentence. What do I do?
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  13. Hwæt we Gardena in Geardagum
    Peodcyniga pream gefrunon
    Hu ta æpelingas Ellen fremedon
    Oft Scyld Scyfing scaepena preatum
  14. never have I heard a poem that is so life-complete.

    HEAR the sledges with the bells, Silver bells!
    What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! 5 While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, 10
    To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. Hear the mellow wedding bells, 15 Golden bells!
    What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten-golden notes, 20 And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, 25
    What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! how it tells Of the rapture that impels 30 To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells! 35 Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells!
    What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! 40 Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune,
    In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
    In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, 45 Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now—now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. 50 Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour 55
    On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; 60 Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells,—
    By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells, 65 Of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— In the clamor and the clangor of the bells! Hear the tolling of the bells, 70 Iron bells!
    What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! 75 For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people—ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, 80 All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone— 85
    They are neither man nor woman,
    They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, 90 Rolls A pæan from the bells; And his merry bosom swells With the pæan of the bells, And he dances, and he yells: 95
    Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the pæan of the bells, Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time, 100
    In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells— To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, 105 As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells: To the tolling of the bells, 110
    Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells—
    To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
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