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.
The greatest man of all the earth Is not he of great height and girth, But rather he of golden heart, In which the malice has no part.
His arms may be weak, and he may lack reknown, Yet he'll pick you up when the others kick you down. He'll never slander you with lies behind your back, But rather he'll defend you from any such attack.
He might be old and frail, hardly able to stand, But he'll crawl a thousand miles to lend a needed hand. The greatest man of all the earth will be the fastest friend One that holds up all the world until the very end.
The money isn't worth the price I paid These bills are grey and crinkled They feel soft, like peach fuzz. The green mint note isn't nearly so sharp And I think it's going to rip
Come, Waiter, and serve me my fresh green notes, crisp, smooth, and perfect for my wallet I'll give you my old bills as payment Is that worth it? No? Well, how about you call it.
I thank you profusely for currently you give me currency of every kindâ" Euros, Francs, Dollars, Yen, Pounds. Even in coins. Clink, Clink, Clink. These noises replace the sound of water dripping into the sink. Instead of hearing the wind I hear paper rubbing together Instead of hearing voices I hear a rush of metal, like a waterfall Instead of hearing life, I hear money But, maybe I do hear life. Now, money is my life.
The fear of death, The feeling never leaves you at all, The whole ride to the hospital, Close your mouth, shut your eyes tight and crawl.
Closing in on every side, Patients in their prison, they cry, You never did shut your ears to the sound, You always kept both ears to the ground.
It didn't used to hurt before, But you couldn't say that any more. Got the memory of white light, gripping tight, Forced to sleep, don't let the mad men bite.
They used a needle for the pain. Bore a hole for the centre of your brain. Crawling back down the corridor, to the door, Open for the longing that you don't ignore.
Quiet for the car ride home, You're doing better on your own. Cross your heart and hope you don't fall, You left your fear of death at the hospital.
Hiding in my safe place, hiding with my eyes shut no one can see me I almost hear counting, but there is only silence I know this isn't a game, but I feel like smiling The memories of running, of laughing barely an echo in my mind
Behind my eyelids I see flashing lights But it's hard to know if they're really there. I hear the wind feel the air on my skin
All is quiet. This is the place that I know Where I am not scared No one is hunting me I am safe I am quiet I am at peace.
