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First Line Poetry

Posted Jul 28, '12 at 5:56pm

dair5

dair5

2,421 posts

The zombie apocalypse.
Everyone I know already infected.
They've been scraping along for ages
Wishing they'd rot away

The zombie apocalypse.
Where we find people attacking others
Because their skin may not be as green
Or their brains are too sharp.

Someone find a cure

 

Posted Jul 30, '12 at 9:05pm

kevin8ye

kevin8ye

514 posts

Someone find a cure!
that guy is becoming a blur,
no one knew when
no one knew how,
but he became a blur
__________________________________________________________________

But he said:

 

Posted Sep 6, '12 at 4:31pm

jkl3848

jkl3848

241 posts

But he said: Why?
He was so weak, he could only say one word.
Why? He gave a weazy exhale. his last breath.
It was his end. But: Why?

The lake was crystal clear.

 

Posted Sep 6, '12 at 5:53pm

Maverick4

Maverick4

3,355 posts

The lake was crystal clear.
Fathoms down I could see fish,
Swimming without any fear
Of intrusion by the outside world.

Off in the distance

 

Posted Sep 6, '12 at 6:07pm

kevin8ye

kevin8ye

514 posts

FINALLY THREAD BACK ON :DDDDD
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Off in the distance
lions roar
off in the distance
eagles soar
off in the distance
a man hunts a boar
off in the distance, is life.

 

Posted Sep 6, '12 at 7:40pm

Maverick4

Maverick4

3,355 posts

First line much?

 

Posted Sep 11, '12 at 8:35am

ShadowArchon

ShadowArchon

106 posts

I'll just continue it with my own, if that's ok.

White trees
stretch out their withered hands
reaching for the decayed fruits of the other
... on the other side.

But the man walked on

 

Posted Sep 18, '12 at 10:31pm

ChromeDeathRazor

ChromeDeathRazor

215 posts

But the man walked on

As a shadow rustled upon the bushes

The man reached into his holster

with beads of cold sweat racing down his skin

only to find out he's empty

The rustling becomes louder...

 

Posted Sep 19, '12 at 2:36pm

kevin8ye

kevin8ye

514 posts

The rustling becomes louder
voices break the midst
Spirits rise,
Ghosts weep,
then all is silent again
____________________________________

The unforgetable

 

Posted Sep 19, '12 at 7:16pm

thewolf52

thewolf52

23 posts

I am not good at this but lets try
But the man walked on
Because for the dead, its useless to mourn
The unforgettable
Is this pain
He vowed his death,
Will not go in vane
He vowed revenge
He vowed in rage
To be the slayer
Or to be the slain.
Next
To be the slain

 
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