This has literally nothing in common with a Rupi Kaur poem, stop using her name as a lazy catch-all for "poetry written by a woman and/or poetry I dislike"
This might work on whatever double-digit IQ board you crawled out from (probably IQfy) but you can rest assured e/lit/es are familiar with one of Emily Dickinson's most famous poems. Nice try, anon.
He's not. With the exception of the em dashes, this is a very traditional lyric poem. It's written in quatrains, with rhyming lines and mostly consistent iambic meter. You just do not read much poetry and have nothing to compare this to except a modern popular poet you dislike.
I fricking hated that recent movie that tried to portray her as a lesbian girlboss feminist having constant sex. It's such an unnecessary denigration of one of history's few confirmed femcels.
It's a good poem
Nothing too grand or complicated, but the language rolls off the tongue well and the feeling of these words, the enthusiasm and whismy of it, is infectious
tbh the hatred for any kind of publicity and predictive frogposting move this all the way up to the realm of grandiose genius thoroughly impenetrable to your common reader today
>hello, please don't publish any mof my stuff after i die >no problem emmie dick *winks to camera* >200 years later homosexuals in this thread are laughing about her frog poem
Same thing happened to Kafka. But honestly, reclusive geniuses who don't want their best work published are selfish and childish and their whims should be ignored. I mean that sincerely.
that could pass for a Rupi Kuar's poem
This has literally nothing in common with a Rupi Kaur poem, stop using her name as a lazy catch-all for "poetry written by a woman and/or poetry I dislike"
It's literally one of her poems.
This might work on whatever double-digit IQ board you crawled out from (probably IQfy) but you can rest assured e/lit/es are familiar with one of Emily Dickinson's most famous poems. Nice try, anon.
he's right though
He's not. With the exception of the em dashes, this is a very traditional lyric poem. It's written in quatrains, with rhyming lines and mostly consistent iambic meter. You just do not read much poetry and have nothing to compare this to except a modern popular poet you dislike.
>t. dimwit
No it couldn't. If Rupi Kaur wrote it it would be more like:
>being nobody
>i found
>solace in his kisses
>but alone
>untamed
>i became the architect
>of my own narrative
Kys
is it just me or does she have a chudface
She’s a queen. Don’t compare her with chudtards
CHUDFACE CHUDFACE
b***h looks like a demon
>She’s a queen.
She is not going to suck your dick, simp
and you are not going to get laid by being a macho on imageboards either, virgin. so stick it up where you know.
>She’s a queen. Don’t compare her with chudtards
the anon philosophy and ideal as told by the original incarnation of the nobody
I could fix her, with my penis
She was literally a shut-in NEET. /ourgirl/
I fricking hated that recent movie that tried to portray her as a lesbian girlboss feminist having constant sex. It's such an unnecessary denigration of one of history's few confirmed femcels.
desu, i wouldn't be able to handle fame either
It's a good poem
Nothing too grand or complicated, but the language rolls off the tongue well and the feeling of these words, the enthusiasm and whismy of it, is infectious
tbh the hatred for any kind of publicity and predictive frogposting move this all the way up to the realm of grandiose genius thoroughly impenetrable to your common reader today
>hello, please don't publish any mof my stuff after i die
>no problem emmie dick *winks to camera*
>200 years later homosexuals in this thread are laughing about her frog poem
Same thing happened to Kafka. But honestly, reclusive geniuses who don't want their best work published are selfish and childish and their whims should be ignored. I mean that sincerely.
Frogposters btfo'd once and for all
Anyone who does not like the poetry of Emily Dickinson... boy, I don't even wanna know ya.
Luv me solitude, luv me ballad meter. 'ate goin outside.
Hi miss Dickinson!
I don't understand the last half. What does it mean?
Frogs creak.
I hate poetry so much.