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.
A low rumble Fills the air Guttural and primal It cuts through the air Like an arrow in flight The growl of the wolf Freezes its prey Leaping, grabbing, biting, killing The victory howl tears through the air And the victor takes the spoils Light sparkling off a flower
Light sparking off a flower Like a star, never shinier A glossed view of what you see through a magnifying glass.
When life starts anew This light will last through universes Like a ship's mast the tallest thing for miles threatened by storms and turbulent smiles that wish to compete against the brightness of this light
Never stop flashing Shine forever, yet without time. Grow to be a lighthouse Help those ships land safely with their masts higher than anything You are an all-powerful being So create good.
The skeletal Autumn trees, Have lost their bright green leaves. Having turned shades of brown, red and gold, The trees are now turning old. While they wait for the snow to stop Their limbs begin to droop, Their friends begin to drop. Now spring is around the bend, New seeds that the older ones send. Those skeletal Autumn trees, Have lasted out the cold. Now it is time for the younger ones, To become the ones so old.
Plastic dolls become real Not just a figment of my mind Floating serenely through the winds Aimlessly they shift through reality They are silent through the din They exist only through brevity Though they seek only in Vague words: the temperament of bondage Whether trapped, or given a place for safety, or a lifeline or out of rage They do not know.
Their new frame is a gift, and they are glad. Do they want boundaries? Or do they want freedom? Now, they look truly sad, tired, weary of this flying. If only they could rest.
Your fiery soul. It roars with flames To you, life is not merely a game This is reality, in which you must succeed.
Many traits, are quite abundant in you, Courage Strength Bravery Valor And willpower, that goes on for eons What a person wouldn't give, to be like you He who never gives up, no matter what the odds.
The whispers of the ocean Seem to echo on forever. They rebound delightfully Against the astounding amount Of gentle winds That can turn fierce And deadly In their poisonous wake.
These whispers turn into crashes, pounding relentlessly, growing steadily, pulling everything in reach toward its ever-hungering belly.
There, it may scratch its rough fingers against whatever it finds, and dissolve everything that it has consumed.
The whispers of the ocean, Calm my fiery mind. Anger at the world, Is lost in its soft tides. Throw yourself, Into this world of peace. Refreshment from the rest of the Earth, To say in the least. Swim through the soft waves, And relax as you float. You are on your own, Using yourself as your boat. Let the ocean guide you, Let it take you away. It will keep you from the land, It will keep your rage at bay. ____
Can't move, can't think. I can't even blink. They're chasing me. They're watching my every move, but I need to get out, fast. There isn't any time to lose, And sprinting just isn't fast enough.
There's the door. I know it's unlocked I run outside with a roar Escaping just rocks. I've still got to run The door didn't lock behind me. I'll go hide behind that dumpster. This isn't very much fun. Oh, look! A key! And there's a door. I unlock the door And struggle to turn the doorknob before My captors find me again Behind the door is a storage room that has no doors besides the one I just went through. Locking it behind me, I feel like I have just discovered a den.
These headphones on my head, Keep out the rest of the world, Till everyone else thinks I'm dead.
I keep them in all day, So I don't have to hear, All the things that they say. It is simply better this way.
It's just me and my music. My wall of music. It keeps me alive, It is my heartbeat. I can't live without it, It is what keeps me on my feet.
I can face any day, With these headphones on my head. There is nothing to worry about, Nothing to fill me with dread. Maybe someday I can face the world, Without my music in my ears. But I'm fine for now, I am just living in fear. ___
The rope around my neck is tightening slowly, but surely, there is more strength in its binding I don't know if I can do this. Just another life being sucked into Death's grip And a thousand souls being ripped to shreds Is it really worth it?
Standing here, on a wobbly crate, I am able to see with clarity my life, every single second. And I ask myself, Is this really great? To leave this reality and enter another, Pulling everyone else halfway through the void with me. The heater is broken
