I'm considering starting a pickup poetry blog (emphasis on natural game).
In pickup, especially in natural game you need to really GET a few key ideas. Therefore poetry is the tool of choice. Whereas a post or an ebook "gestures" at ideas, poetry is tough and precise, it really gets the point across.

Unfortunately, I'm no writer. So I'm taking submissions. The first topic is "the difference between hard and strong". Basically the idea is, strong endures, whereas hard shatters. Here's my go.

I'm thinking multiple poems per topic, but it all depends on the quantity and quality of people's responses. Ultimately, this could be used to create a free audio course for creating the sustained mental changes needed to be "natural" with women. Maybe there'd be two recordings per day, one in the morning with various kinds of affirmations and other material to help get you "in the zone", and one for before you go to bed with a poem which would provide the "conceptual" foundation of the course.

So:
POST YOUR POEMS IN THIS THREAD! And feel free to post constructive criticism and suggestions for improval. And don't worry if your poem sucks, this being a forum there's lots of opportunity for improvement as long as you actually post your work. Also, if the poem you write doesn't really address the topic "Hard v. Strong", that's fine, still post it i'm sure we'll be able to use it later.

And don't forget to vote and let me know whether you actually think this is a good idea, I'm willing to devote time to it but only if there's some community interest in it.

I am a bit of a romantic. My poems are always about girls or philosophies(kind of how I feel). They hold some value but my poems are not related at all to pick up. I don't know that I can contribute to this. Poems are difficult to write for me I write when emotions are out of the ordinary. I am not impressive by any means.

I would very interested to see others write poems though.

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Just another guy from back in the day.

Blogging again living life: http://www.Scienceofnaturalgame.com

What have we here,
There's potential for something special, shes delightful,
But i'm caught up with fear,
Why here? Of all places....

Why do I suddenly feel inadequate?
And yet I know she wants me, she feels the same, I've noticed her eyes,
She smiles, I should take action, instead of internally trying to comprimise,
That's my prize; I deserve it,

I've been here a thousand times before and learnt it,
Her beauty is present, but her personality is transparent,
She may be hot but what if she's also a bitch and unpleasant?
The challenge excites me, the prospect excites her,

She knows tonight's going to be different,
Her daily routine will not be the same, I stroll over,
Her heart races, she turns to jelly when I smile,
Place my hand on her shoulder and ask "hey, whats your name?"

EASY

I read this post and then wrote that straight afterwards, I love rhyming words to express feelings.

Your Friend,

PT

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Pickup Truck

"If it can be dreamed, it can be done"

The ego must die
When he turns the other cheek
The boy becomes man

(it's a haiku)

When you start getting the point of the Game.
Your life will not ever give you the same.
Tired of pondering words that she said.
When she just told you that youre not getting laid.
Concerning routines, now try to break free.
Otherwise you will just stay AFC.
If you are pretty and trust in your luck.
Man I must tell you... seriously, you suck.


Ezo

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I'm not trying to be a dick Ezo, but you're being a Pick Up Snob in my opinion.

bbardot: you just reminded me about porn

this is not a poem, im writing this post because i like poems but i cant seem to write my own poem, how do you guys start of with a poem, what motivates you to write these, is it your feelings or did you just thought about something and start writing it down?

p.s any pointers and tips on how to start writing a poem would be appreciated

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Three Types of Players:
1) Those who doesn't know whats happening
2) Those who watch what happens
3) Those who make it happen

Think of your emotion.
Now think of how you derived that emotion. Your thoughts, your philosophies, etc.
Think of what you see, feel, taste, or hear during that emotion. One of the senses.
Now describe that.

We all have different motivations for poetry. I have wrote it about girls, deaths, to the parents, wedding day gifts, regrets, excitement. Basically anything that has troubled me or anything that his brought about emotions(which ever it may be).

One I wrote about a girl who I was stuck on a while back. Poems help me get over shtuff.

My stomach fluttered,
As I saw you,
My mind was monopolized.
Murdered by fantasy.

The way her luscious dark hair floated,
Strand for strand strangling thoughts.
Dark eyes inkling desire,
Piercing my thoughts.

Exquisite lips curling,
Smile freezing my mind,
Stealing my brainwaves,
Silencing the universe.

Bistered skin lighting the dark,
Luxurious color out gleaming the sun.
A full moon in the dark,
Pulling me in like the tide.

Next...

I gazed at a rose,
Cast away into the eye.
Motional leaves move while still.

This inhibited instant,
Reality impedes.
Trance just dismissed.

The elegant red of the pedal‘s tips,
The saccharine essence.
Thorns now pierce my flesh.

Misery worth experiencing,
Your painful piercing runs through my vacant imagination.
Bloomed through monumental adversity.

Those roses that dispute the most anguish,
Contain the most eccentric adventures.
These strange saga’s father the Magnificent.

It is life’s miseries, it’s fortitudes, it’s sadness.
That makes happiness.
Beauty is recognized through these fallacies.

I recognized your eyes radiant shine.
As I shuttered my windows,
I experienced your smile.

You are that divine, that luxurious, that elegant rose,
A delicate warrior,
Battling life’s militant moments.

Your glimmering green eyes,
Your Surrounding red hair,
Your contagious smile,
That fervor felt,
Given from your heart.

A void follows your presence,
As you leave your essence is craved.

These are things I write. They are very very romantic. As I said a bit of a romantic, be nice in judging guys.

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Just another guy from back in the day.

Blogging again living life: http://www.Scienceofnaturalgame.com

It’s Time
The day passes,
Darkness surrounds,
Darkness so vast,
Blindness all around.

Feel the world,
Touch, sound, and taste,
Mind paints a mural,
Entire world replaced.

A new Universe,
Stars, land, mountains, and sea,
Now start to immerse.
Imprint a new reality.

End the heart’s contrite,
Gone are years of the past.
Let the imagination ignite,
And though many memories were amassed.

There is a new world to appease,
It is time to live in the Present,
But Keep memories,



It’s time to form and create.
It’s time to construct a new world.
It’s time to move past fears.
It’s time to live every moment.
It’s time to use potential.
It’s time to manifest hopes, wishes, and dreams.


This one can be a nice motivator.... This is stuff I just have around.

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Just another guy from back in the day.

Blogging again living life: http://www.Scienceofnaturalgame.com

I have been taking some of the poams I have been reading and then rap them. They sound good. Imagine a rap song on the game for motivation

Bump!

No one else is into this or what?

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Just another guy from back in the day.

Blogging again living life: http://www.Scienceofnaturalgame.com

Hey guys this is good shit! Not from an educational perspective though, so I guess the Blog idea won't be going ahead.

... I like the idea of rapping this shit for motivation, do you wanna post an example?

Everyone, keep posting your stuff, we're all keen to read more.

Here's another one I wrote, titled "A Common Beauty."

The eyes of a beauty
in search of a shark
change, telling all
you've hit the mark

she becometh her womanhood
feels your calm
the easygoing King,
unapologetic, calm

with intent he approaches
goal-oriented, sure,
he wants her, no doubt
but she wants him more.

unassuming, unpretentious
you handle this flower
and possess authority
and telegraph power

You speak when it suits you,
no hurry to please,
she can't help it, something's got her,
out comes her inner sleaze

she wettens, she laughs
her pupils dilate
she can hardly believe it
she's getting ready to mate.

for you are Zeus,
manhood incarnate
and she a common beauty
yours with which to masturbate.