Why women suck at poems ?

Is poetry masculine trait? Why there’s no universally acclaimed female poets ?

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Women have fucking ruined everything. This piece of shit Milk and Honey book is the best selling poetry book of all time, and its total shit. Women are the majority of published authors right now and the world of literature has gone to shit...???surprise!

If any Chink spies are reading this make sure you always treat your women like dogshit, dont be like us.

This poem is clearly outside of the male emotional range because you have a masculine and dangerous brain that is designed only for violence and oppressing women. As such a man cannot appreciate the superior poems created by non-men. Everything a man does only increases his brain's power to destroy and oppress. The fine works of poetry are not possible of being created by such a thing as the male mind. It is not his nature.

woggers are shit

Woman's rights = Satan's rights

Women are narcissists. Look at female comedians. The jokes are all about themselves. Why would poetry be different. Even in this example, she is telling the reader to stay strong, then immediately references herself.

edna st. vincent millay was good.

Females don't take risks. Therefore they never really fail which they can learn and develop from.

adam's rib, satan'a fib, women's lib

I shall die, but
that is all that I shall do for Death.
I hear him leading his horse out of the stall;
I hear the clatter on the barn-floor.
He is in haste; he has business in Cuba,
business in the Balkans, many calls to make this morning.
But I will not hold the bridle
while he clinches the girth.
And he may mount by himself:
I will not give him a leg up.

Though he flick my shoulders with his whip,
I will not tell him which way the fox ran.
With his hoof on my breast, I will not tell him where
the black boy hides in the swamp.
I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death;
I am not on his pay-roll.

I will not tell him the whereabout of my friends
nor of my enemies either.
Though he promise me much,
I will not map him the route to any man's door.
Am I a spy in the land of the living,
that I should deliver men to Death?
Brother, the password and the plans of our city
are safe with me; never through me Shall you be overcome.

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Fuck off! All the greatest poets throughout of humanity in every fucking culture has been men and still are men. You dumb prick

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why is hotpockets not deleting this thread or moving it to bant

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Came here to say this. Renascence is one my favorites.

They havent needed to be creative to get pussy
they already have one

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because the chad odin is the patron of poetry, not some thot.

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Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666

In silent night when rest I took,
For sorrow near I did not look,
I wakened was with thund’ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of “fire” and “fire,”
Let no man know is my Desire.
I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To straighten me in my Distress
And not to leave me succourless.
Then, coming out, behold a space
The flame consume my dwelling place.
And when I could no longer look,
I blest His name that gave and took,
That laid my goods now in the dust.
Yea, so it was, and so ‘twas just.
It was his own, it was not mine,
Far be it that I should repine;
He might of all justly bereft
But yet sufficient for us left.
When by the ruins oft I past
My sorrowing eyes aside did cast
And here and there the places spy
Where oft I sate and long did lie.
Here stood that trunk, and there that chest,
There lay that store I counted best.
My pleasant things in ashes lie
And them behold no more shall I.
Under thy roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall ‘ere be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
No Candle e'er shall shine in Thee,
Nor bridegroom‘s voice e'er heard shall be.
In silence ever shalt thou lie,
Adieu, Adieu, all’s vanity.
Then straight I ‘gin my heart to chide,
And did thy wealth on earth abide?
Didst fix thy hope on mould'ring dust?
The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?
Raise up thy thoughts above the sky
That dunghill mists away may fly.
Thou hast a house on high erect
Frameed by that mighty Architect,
With glory richly furnished,
Stands permanent though this be fled.
It‘s purchased and paid for too
By Him who hath enough to do.
A price so vast as is unknown,
Yet by His gift is made thine own;
There‘s wealth enough, I need no more,
Farewell, my pelf, farewell, my store.
The world no longer let me love,
My hope and treasure lies above.

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Throughout history, anonymous was primarily a woman.

Why do men think that a certain woman's poetry is worse than theirs? Do they know that taste exists?

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cant help but notice she has a dick

Many such cases!

Good poetry has meter. Women suck at math and keeping time. It's why they are also shitty at poetry.

kek

Women can't desire.
To desire comes from desiderare Lat.
De Siderare means to fix your looks to the star, to aspire to the stars.
It's something properly masculine a wish that even if impossible comes to be the dedication of a life, a superior dedication.
Women do not have the dedication, the will to begin to truly desire.
They lack inspiration.
We truly live on it.
Someone builds a car, someone a family, someone a poem.

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Poetry is for people too stupid and lazy to write prose

When I was young and had no sense,
I took a whiz on an electric fence,
It hurt so bad,
It shocked my balls,
It made me take a crap in my overalls.

clown world

Poetry is boring useless shit. Fuck off.

Maya Angelou is famous. She stole the tile of her most famous book of poems from Lawrence Dunbar. She is more famous for being raped by her uncle at age 11, marrying a white guy she didn't love and divorcing him, first becoming a prostitute, then a madame, and a whorish club signer though.

>implying

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he's baiting you, user

>Woman's rights = Adversary of the Jew's rights
What did he mean by this?

A small boy writes better poems then Margaret Atwood

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Women have vaginas so they don't have to be good at anything to reproduce. If you want more proof just look at any other activity.

There are decent woman poets like Emily Dickinson, Christina Rossetti, Anna Akhmatova, etc. but there are none to match the majesty and scarcely-fathomable sublimity of the male epic poets (Homer, Virgil, Dante, Milton, Goethe, Tasso, Ariosto), the sonnet-masters such as Petrarch and Shakespeare, the romantic poets like Keats, Shelley, Coleridge and Byron or the modernist masters like T.S. Eliot and Dylan Thomas. None. There are certainly no original female poets, they are all derivative.

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I can't stand the cancer in this thread anymore.

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Here is a poem for you incels (pic related)

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Post your poem if you're so good then

>Women have fucking ruined everything.
True

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yeah, same with most creative things. as hitchens says inthe video, women don't need to woo a woman so they don't have to be funny/romantic/creative.

I hate her, but Emily Dickinson probably qualifies.

bukowski is probably the best american poet

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>Dick
That explains why she is good.

I just hope they drop the lowercase letters for everything except over the top joy. Whoever types like that is a lazy subhuman or tries hard to appear as such.

Great, wasted trips

Anything creative is a masculine trait because creativity is a way to attract mates.
Women need nothing to attract mates so majority of women such at all forms of creativity and almost all professions.

Yeah but even that she stole from pic related

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Why are there no great women composers? Why are there no great women mathematicians? Why are there no great women painters and sculptors? Why are there no great women philosophers?

There are a few great women novelists: Austen, Eliot, Murasaki.

Some good women painters: Bonheur, Morisot, Cassatt.

I wish you could read the Orlando Furioso in Italian.
What a ride, Dante is great maybe one of a kind in the human history, but i liked Ariosto poem more.

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>cherry picking
The power of patriarchy.

all he had to add was "untamed" on the last line and it would be rhyme kino

Poetry is the lowest form of entertainment.

Poetry fag here. "The Circus Fire" by Gabrielle Calvocoressi, a 20+ part poem about the Hartford circus fire of 1944 that killed hundreds of people, is one the greatest poems I've ever read in my life.

Good female poets are rare, but they absolutely exist.

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Üki, kaki, kommi, nommi,
vanamees hüppas üle pommi.
Pommis käis üks kõva pauk,
vanamees vaatas püksis auk.

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I read an English translation, which had the original Italian on the other side. I would read it aloud, though I couldn't understand it, just so I could appeciate the sound. Such a rich, varied and majestic work; Astolfo was my favorite character.

otu totu toomas totu piu pau puh

>cherry-picking
found the faggot.

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this is a poem from the 18 century

if you never read Karl Marx you dont have to

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based

Oh mystery of happenstance
For when I have a second glance
In case my luck had changed, and thusly,
Fate was given a second chance

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Women can't create. They can only consume and mimic. That is why they are bad at all things creative. Even their reproduction is the result of consumption. They consume the load and then consume lots of food for 9 months before making a big push.

Yes, for the same reason that there aren't many women comedians. Women just don't need to be funny the same way men do, they don't need to be creative the same way men do, they don't need any of these things because the pressure of finding a mate (in that sense) is significantly lower for them. Now that might not be true in the modern word, but it's certainly true when discussed over an evolutionary timeframe.

this right here

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Just learn Russian and read their female poets, like Akhmatova. English poetry is godawful anyway because the English language is an ugly kleptomaniacal bastard. Being one of the greatest poets in that language is like being proud of macaroni art.

Sylvia Path is pretty well known also.

*Plath

Niggers are ugly
White superiority
Conquering the stars

Wow. Almost nothin sums up women as well as that fucking picture. Holy shit, women are stupid.

Post the best modern art you can find. Protip, its gonna be shit

Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson is pretty great

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Is considered great but when you actually listen to her writing.... its typical nonsensical female blather not at all compelling or inspirational.

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Right?

Mul on päkapikud käinud, aga
mina neid ei näinud.
Tänama peab jõulutaati,
sest tema need ju saatis.

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I don't disagree. Most female poets I've read- and as a poetry fag, I've read plenty- are mediocre or worse.

But there are some real gems out there if you look hard enough (pic related).

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That's a poem about making bombs btw.
>grow blooms out of your pain

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