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.
Jester, lone Jester, play me a song Of all the things that have ever gone wrong The sky down in flames, wreathing the moon And al the bad things? Blams the raccoons. ----- I'm glad this is back. Thanks, pang. now, the line: Through fire, thorough smoke
The deniability of it, the it, any it an orbit way past the state of it but what is this it? I can't fathom what it must be, to drive those that I see insane but it is it -----
You mean Icy.
*waves hands around* I hand thanks to everyone. And you know what it is?
Hand-prints on the ground, foot-prints on the wall looking all around as the ceiling starts to fall How in the world did I even get here? All I know is that the end is near... ---- The ground collapses
The ground collapses My constant relapses Never stopping, never fleeting Always constant, so defeating pushing pressing pounding playing From this world I am straying Hold me holding holding cups As my mind slowly erupts
A Pixie better make a real poem from this, Yet I am not a Pixie, but I hope that's okay, I remember this thread; It makes me reminisce, About all the things I've used to post and say,
I don't know what else to say for this stanza, Maybe I should just stop talking, Or tell people about how much I love pandas, The failure of this poem is really shocking.
Yep. I'm definitely stopping after this one, Or maybe I should continue, Nah, I'm going to have a bit of fun, Except, I can't find a rhyme with continue.
