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Parsat
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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

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DarkestNite
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The river flows
Hiding more than it shows
What lies underneath?
A fast and restless sheath

It perfects, and destroys
With such innocent noise
It grows its rein
Across valley and plain

What will your fate be?

DarkestNite
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arrghh!! sloooow connection, sorry :/

digging a grave is hard
when your soul is marred
shooting without thought
now he will rot

in the ground
untill he is found
nightmares will come your way
untill that day

relive your sin
you will never win
you will never forget
through sunrise and sunset

wash the blood off your hands

Avorne
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Wash the blood off your hands
Clean the sweat from your face
Atone with body and with soul
Heal the sins of your race

The dew upon morning grass

DarkestNite
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The dew upon morning grass
Makes the world seem so pretend
Like shining gold or brass
As if nothing can hurt it in the end

Blink and it dissapears
Like shimmering salty tears
It won't last long
Enjoy Memory's song

DarkestNite
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sorry

next line:
Every memory holds a secret

Parsat
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Every memory holds a secret:
The dream we think, we dare not seek it.
The thoughts that stir the hearts of man
Can never flow as well as planned.
The sins we hold within our minds--
Intoxication of all kinds--
Will always come to crook our way
Until that blessed light of day.

Parsat
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Sorry about that, new line:

I looked into the wishing well

DarkestNite
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nice poem

I looked into the wishing well
And I see the boy who fell
Jealousy and hatred
Stained his shirt red

Proud of what they had done
They thought they didn't need to run
Killed a sheep and cried wolf.

Do you get what it is about?

next line:
Burned in your lies

slayguy8
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Burned in you lies
you told so so many
each one is a burden
a burn so great
its not me or you is fate

Green as the springs new grass

Parsat
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Green as the spring's new grass
Are new recruits who will not last
The battle 'fore the setting sun
Takes with him the dead and gone.

A gritty sand beneath my feet

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A gritty sand beneath my feet
A feel the breeze, regret, repeat
The end of summer
Is kind of a bummer
But final days are bittersweet

Going for the surprise limerick here. The "kind of a bummer" should lighten the tone and put the second line in perspective.

Under a salt moon

Xzeno
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Oops, typo. Should read:

A gritty sand beneath my feet
Feel the breeze, regret, repeat
The end of summer
Is kind of a bummer
But final days are bittersweet

Under a salt moon

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A gritty sand beneath my feet
Feel the breeze, regret, repeat
The end of summer
Is kind of a bummer
But final days are bittersweet

Under a salt moon
Entreating crickets harmonized and crooned

Parsat
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tnymeh: This isn't the poetry chain...you create a whole new poem in FLP.

Entreating crickets harmonized and crooned
A southern song, to soothe men's minds
In promises of homecomings soon
Down to that beaten path that winds.

What happens to a dream that's died?

OperationNilo
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What happens to a dream that's died?
That the dream shall fade away,
while everybody else cried,
I just watched with dismay.

In the evening sky,

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