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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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The silence of the meadow,
Waving grass saying goodbye.
The rabbit hops out of sight,
Everything peaceful once again.
Anger releasing slowly,
From this caliming place.
Full of grace,
The silence of the meadow.
works for me
next line=
He just stands there
He just stands there,
waiting for something to happen,
oh, how boring is this place,
but don't despair.
Help is in it's way,
a happy soul has come to our aid,
we shall have something to do,
all unhappiness shall go away, fade.
He just stands there,
as happiness comes,
we are all doing something,
flying away with wings.
But he just stands there,
as all of us go away,
we go away, we fly away,
to a better place.
When flower regain their colors,
When flowers regain their colors,
Revived by nature's authors,
Rebuilt by life's constructors,
My world begins to drown.
When children regain their freedom
Released from teacher's kingdom
Retreating from all wisdom
I can't help but look down.
Summer: only shadows and relfections
Always dreading near inspections
Fretting my life's directions
Waiting till the leaves are brown
I tried to have a little meter in this one. I'm horrible a the whole stressed/unstressed thing, but I at least kept a (somewhat) rigid syllable structure.
I know only one I can trust
I know only one I can trust,
the world is full of spies,
my trust will rust,
everyone tells lies.
I can't believe in everyone,
for they may be agents,
sent by some evil soul,
against me, everyone goes.
But that person,
who I can trust,
lets my hopes grow,
they mustn't go below.
When Autumn comes and Summer goes,
When Autumn comes and Summer goes
Time to be slapping all dem hoz
Everyone knows the pimps come out
When the color of the leaves do shout
Dem hoz is needin some discipline
so let's all beat them with a violin
Sorry...
spider kills straw
When Autumn comes and Summer goes
The leaves fall dead
And the wild wind grows
The world prepares as winter nears
as the days grow colder
and food disappears
But i see the beauty within each day
the cold clear skies
while the branches sway
Where no man shall walk
(I skipped those that did not form a chain due to mix-ups and ninjas. And I omitted a few lines, mention specific users otherwise it would read
The fish swam happily.
I glimpsed a burst of happiness.
Secretmapper is such a bad writer!
which would've worked well on its own!)
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The Poem
Where no man shall walk,
When Autumn comes and Summer goes,
I know only one I can trust.
When flowers regain their colors,
He just stands there.
The silence of the meadow,
The comfort of the darkness,
When will the pain stop and let death come in
When darkness surrounds me?
I like waffles.
Nature's fury unleashed,
It is raining out.
When the knight takes his sword,
Rouse thy self!
But there is hope...
as the dog sleeps.
While I'm dancing in the moonlght,
The fire dances in the breeze,
Every heart is pure,
Biased views are mine.
I did not mean the things I said.
Such a fleeting moment,
the closed boxes.
Sousa, Joplin, Ives and Copland
At the old apple tree.
I forgot;
Everbody knows it.
As the tiger runs
the tears in my eyes.
Why did you save me?
As the wind blows,
The fish flipped for joy,
The waves wash in.
My joy is gone.
The fear will stop.
Everytime I look at you,
Help me!
Frozen like a sculpture,
Confidence.
Do geese see God?
Time and again,
A new day shines brightly.
Bring it back;
I wasn't done!
The moon shines brightly.
When I woke up and I saw myself
Sitting by myself on a windy day.
"Fire it up!
You have the power."
Because we have to say goodbye
The rain falls down slowly;
It can't be the first time.
How long has it been?
Have you been where I have been?
I feel free.
Life behind a window,
The ruins of a golden age long gone,
Suffocating
As I sit on the hill.
What shall we do
As I sit in the shadows?
No greater love is this.
How many times
Did I ever tell you?
The lake is as still as glass.
I had waffles for breakfast
The thing hit me
Burning with rage.
Ours is a drill to pierce the heavens.
The devil's hands hold up all the cards,
The annoyance!
No greater band of brothers have I met.
Strange life.
I glued soft feathers to my arms.
Spring has come again.
I lie down for a long time;
Our houses will be painted black.
I turn my camera on
down the lonesome trail,
Left me with Questions.
I fell in love because of her vouchsafe smile.
I love the smell of asphalt in the rain,
A singing bird,
A growing life.
Day's glory has come!
A luminous night!
"How long has it been?"
the girl screamed.
"Into the mists of time,
there is a land
that was random."
I suppose.
"I have a single dollar."
"Ugh, bad one."
"Ha. I get it."
When I was a kid in my life,
When I wake up in the morning,
"Hello, cruel world,
Is that a UFO?"
Right lane must turn right
Inside a moving palace.
As the tide rose,
Remind me of memory,
A solemn wish
Forever falling
In the evening sky.
What happens to a dream that's died?
Entreating crickets harmonized and crooned
Under a salt moon.
A gritty sand beneath my feet,
Green as the Spring's new grass,
Burned in your lies.
I looked into the wishing well.
Every memory holds a secret.
The dew upon morning grass
Wash the blood off your hands.
What will your fate be?
Digging a grave is hard.
Save him!
The river flows.
The ticking of the clock.
Lay a flower.
Passing the time
Staring into the night,
It is myself.
But I never did.
What you see is not me - I have died
Living in endless suspense.
I thought these days would last forever.
It's a bloody business.
The grot is expanding.
You feed me the same line everytime:
XD lmfao
Is it worth fighting for?
Summer's day is both short and long,
The distant sea of green,
The uncut block.
The rain poured down.
I always lied to you.
What a sausagefest...
the archetype of a human.
I somersault into the waves,
A sickening smell,
Air so crisp and water so clear.
The confusing power of love
The fish swam happily.
I glimpsed a burst of happiness.
Climbing up the ladder
I wake to the dawn,
Dark mornings, light nights.
The star shines alone,
Petals falling from a wilting flower
As the sun sets. It is a picture perfect moment.
It was the happiest time of his life
Old Macdonel had a sl*t
Amid the wonders and tears I smile.
A leafless branch.
I did not know your name when we first met.
"Help us escape!
"How do I get out of here?
"Are you sure?"
HEY SHAMALAMA DING DONG
I wake to the sunlight!
Why me?
What I do for you,
Starry skies,
Many a sleepless night, I found
The sky of grand azure.
What is this thing?
The warrior stood alone.
(Hey thats my pizza!)
It was the slow death of a million papercuts
What element do I find my desire?
He burned the flower with malice
Today
The sun blazes in the sky
As far as I can see.
quiet goes the fox.
The last can was empty.
As the bird chirps
Just gonna stand there
Atop a cliff.
Days passed
Free as a bird.
The ocean is a place
My heart sings
Fields of Green
But why me?
Petty little thief!
Blood drips.
Conflicts in the mind.
Such is the price of progress!
Haven't seen you in three years.
Come, come away...
How he hated the trees!
Would we put the weapon down?
What is this now?
The tile reflected what I knew,
as spring arrived.
Hoping against a ninja here,
Sitting on my little boat.
He shot me, and my dreams were shattered glass...
The night was restless,
The wind blew harshly in the cold,
The lunar sky is quite a view,
The cat purrs softly,
The mournful winter releases life,
The wheat waves in the wind.
Am I the keeper of my brother?
The bird soared in the clouds,
The tree shuddered in the wind,
The wolf howled its mournful cry,
A mountain pokes out awkward in the mist.
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The next line:
You are a predictable lot deep in ways depressing
You are a predictable lot deep in ways depressing
My "happy" poems usually are even more predictable. So yeah.
Well, here it goes:
You are a predictable lot deep in ways depressing
Only one emotion you are capable of expressing
All others you seem to be repressing
Try to write in ways that keep the reader guessing
For instance, this line doesn't rhyme with any other
You keep writing about things you regret
Or lines that are as cliche as "teacher's pet"
If you really are all that upset
Maybe you should go crying back to your mother.
Yeah, that's right, I lied before
And one stanza had five lines, the other four
As a poem goes, it's pretty poor
And quite shallow as well.
There is nothing beyond this field.
There is nothing beyond this field
Of dried-up grass and hollow men.
Beyond this is a shadow only
Of will-o-wisps and murky fens.
Now that we are face to face
Now that we are face to face,
Hills are mountains where I stand.
The chase at hand is bland and base
Now that we are face to face.
Now that I can say your name,
Streams are rivers where I ford.
The game's reward's ignored as tame
Now that I can say your name.
Now that you say you are mine,
Trees are towers where I climb.
Divine with time is grime and brine
Now that you say you are mine.
Cafe mocha and latte machiatto
Cafe mocha and latte machiatto
None of those sound applealing
What is the meaning
Fancy drinks
Do not need
very unhealthy
my choise instead
is water
next line
The lake like glass
The lake like glass
The hills like cotton
Summer's soft touch
Is long forgotten
Long, warm days
Gentle, calm nights
All have lost
An unwinnable fight
Entrancing flight
Entrancing flight
high in the sky
looking down
dazed
In a trance
of frear and adrenaline
frozen still
tranced
Next line
Money can not buy love
Money can not buy love,
fame cannot buy love.
love is the thing
people need to have.
or else they cannot
find meaning in love,
or else they cannot
feel true fellings.
but if you have,
You can share,
you can trust, but,
you have restrictions.
restrictions you might want,
to pass,
to ignore,
or to listen.
love makes the world easy,
yet so complicated,
but you can find yourself,
in the mess.
next line:
The tide has come to us
The tide has come to us,
comming in.
then leaving like before,
can it stay.
then just go,
it will be forever
in and out
the tide has come
next line
The birds calling
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