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.
So many ninjas Bursting out of nowhere Their swords flash menacingly but only for a second because they sever me from that place And take me to a dark place hidden, where no one knows where I am. I heal slowly, with no one there to guide me but while I mend, my revenge is planned. I've searched forever
Oh my gosh mommy! It's a freaking zombie! He's stumbling toward me with his arms stuck in front of him He wants to suck out our brains He wants to chomp on our intestines We'd better start running Or we'll be caught and eaten, alive!
Wait! Was that even a poem or is Gantic just messing with us? We know that he has the power to be obscure, A self-proclaimed lexophile rests on his laurels For ideas can be represented in the smallest amour
Perhaps creation of an invisible aura Shining the beacon of a hard earned intelligence Impregnates the ordinary and sometimes dull With themes and motifs resembling elegance
Subjects of boredom and lifeless life Are brought forth with a violent beginning Existentialist minds determine a meaning Subscribing to the poets facadical grinning
----- Gantic I actually think your stuff is very good. Maybe just not that one. Next line: Berating the lifeless goats of tomorrow
Wait! Was that even a poem or is Gantic just messing with us? Just taunting us? With a sad excuse for a next line, he forces me to write a poem that has no meaning.
I think it was a poem. The words that Gantic just wrote. It was pretty funny too, but the idea's been used before. I'm gonna end this poem, since I don't want to write any more. Don't burst my bubble
Don't burst my bubble! Quick quick to the zidery doo Only that shall save the bubble from trouble. Oh dear, oh my oh what have you done?! Another few moments and my bubble is Done, gone for kaput evermore! No joy for me, tears will flood this floor. And drown drown all shall be drowned... All because, you bursted the worsted of all troubles You friend...burst my bubble.
Now sit back, relax and have a quick seat I'll start from your head and work to your feet. What's that? oh my! You're starting to leak Don't worry, don't fret We'll be less than a week! Too long you say? Oh dear oh no! Oh well, too bad you'll just have to go The quickest of quicks and speedys of speeds Have no fear I'll look after your needs. Now, dear "friend" ignore my laugh It cackles you say? I gahuff and galaff?
Hehe what fun and soon to be double. Oh dear my friend I've burst your bubble...
I think I'll have to repair ninja'd threads for the rest of my life. __________
Berating the lifeless goats of tomorrow. Their bloody forms are a burden. Trying to beat away the crows That circle above, hungry.
The short, spiky stubs of a field that's been cut scar the bottom of my feet, tearing my flesh, till below my ankles are bloody ribbons of skin. Solace in a road, sinking my feet into the muddy rut.
It cools my burning feet, but above my head, crows circle, then dive, to catch, to consume, the lifeless goats of tomorrow.
