This is a bit of a forum game, but at the same time it has the capacity to result in a bit of poetry, so it goes here. I'm going to supply a line of poetry, and the following poster is to create a poem using the line I gave as their first. Along with their poem, they supply a line for the next person to write poetry on. No restrictions on the type of line or poetry; just keep the line open ended.

Here's the first line:

A mountain pokes out awkward in the mist

A mountain pokes out awkward in the mist
Why is it so awkward you ask?
Why simply because it is trying to fit in.

hope that counts as a poem was my first

The wolf howled its mournful cry

The wolf howled its mournful cry
The sheep sniffed, "It's so beautiful!"

(I'm at a loss of words)

The tree shuddered in the wind

The wolf howled its mournful cry
It raised its muzzle to the deep dark sky
The howl flowed from his mouth
And was swept by the wind, headed south.

Eh, not that great! xD

The bird soared in the clouds

The bird soared in the clouds
And vanished with just a single puff.
I know not why I cried that day:
The summer sky seemed clear enough.

Next line:
Am I the keeper of my brother?

The bird soared in the clouds
the clouds were dark like shrouds
the trees to land soon croud
the bird continues to fly

i dont no if it is good

ok how bout this
The wheat waves in the wind

Which one do i do? I'll do both... >:)

Am i the keeper of my brother?
Can i live up, to the example of my mother...(?)
He sits sick in his bed,
And i hope, he is not dead...

wow that was bad! xDD

The wheat waves in the wind
The birds chirp, for it is morning
The wild dogs, howl their warning...

haha, im not good at this! and i bet i got ninja'd....

The wheat waves in the wind,
Another farm is reaped.
To the reaper we give our dues,
For we thank our lives.

Next line:

The mournful winter releases life,

The mournful winter releases life,
The grass starts to grow
The farmer stops mourning
Now he has work to do

ok the next poem starts with

The cat purrs softly

I am very interested in this. Sadly I can't come up with something to complete it. But I will try.

The mournful winter releases life
From its duty for a season,
Some view it as death,
But I view it as with a reason.

haha.
NEXT
The lunar sky is quite a view,

The cat purrs softly
It's owner's hand stroking her fur
The cat slowly concurs
That sleep is best in warmth

Next..

The wind blew harshly in the cold