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.
Successful Resurrection Has just now occurred. No apparent infection Is your vision at all blurred?
Even though you aren't perfection, I'll put you with the successful collection. You name is Resur S. The Third SURPRISE! You are half bird!
Now I will throw you into a crate Where for one whole year you get to wait Then I will take you out again And that is when the tests will begin!
Don't you worry, we will keep you fed. Pick one for now, Water or bread? Now just sit there and watch the rest die. Why, do you ask? Because they can't fly.
Lets hope you can in a year or so. Because if not, then into the trash you'll go! It isn't evil, but it isn't great. Now sit down and contemplate your fate.
A sudden movement My limb's removement My crushing plea Just let me be Let me die Save me your lie
My sudden poetic Carries prophetic What's the meaning? The sun's gleaming This means nothing But we mean something
A child's call Before the maul A soldier's end A nation's mend What do I know? That I reap what I sow
Can someone explain the horrors of war? That trauma is like wanting more? Is what I dream a delusional fright Or is insanity an endless night? I know nothing of these things I have no idea what terror brings
A city boy would know nothing Yet he writes like he's cunning What the hell does he know of death? Only the thought of his final breath He treats his life like revenue Once he's dead, he'll see the value
Let's all just laugh as our children cry Like America's spawn sent to die Of course I know little My mind is brittle That's how it works Those are my quirks
*Side note: I thought I'd write about my own lack of knowledge rather than my usual bull. I thought I'd write about something that's true.*
