My incel poem goes as this:
The clouds gently lay as blush on her face
Heavenly blessed, warmly dressed by sunrise
A thousand men rally to hold her in place
United they fight to push her to the skies
But heaven is jealous, and heavy clouds weep
Tears smear the veil that was laid by the dawn
Mountains so fair could have roots buried deep
Pride proves impotent when mens' strength is gone
So the sea ebbs with no signs of that peak
As twilight gives castles new roles to play
Lost, a queen seeks for her king of the meek
Will Christ return at the end of her day?
"The clouds you see once kissed my cheeks,"
Boasts the beautiful barren beach.
I don't really like the second stanza, and overall feel like it's missing "something". Namely, I don't think the foid in this poem has done anything wrong. I think I could make it better by just adding more, but then it would no longer be a sonnet. Any suggestions?
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like you as a friend!
No I won't have s*x with you
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Friend and red don't rhyme
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sorry i have a speech impediment they do for me
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STOP editing your posts
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roses are red
carps are wet
when i see you
i don't get wet
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Carpoline (Carpoline)
See Carpoline, all the girls would say he's modding fine (modding fine)
But modding fine only got you somewhere half the time,
And the other half either got you cussed out or goombling short,
Yeah now dig this now
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