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.
Sitting in the park, eating a bagle. What's a "bagle"? Is it like a "beagle"? Is it a made-up word, like "wihagle"? (Wihagle: A wig-wearing bald eagle).
What's a "bagle"!? I simply must know this! I'll pull out my hair and bite all my nails until you tell me what a "bagle" is! Is it possibly a bat with three tails?!
Oh, the humanity! What is this word!? What's a "bagle"?! A bag for men named "Lee"? Or is it a blue-and-red spotted bird? WHAT IS A "BAGLE"?! The insanity!
Oh! I googled "bagle" and it did say that "bagle" was a bad computer worm that affects all of Windows; you don't say? But why would you eat a computer germ?
A new anomaly has arisen. What's a "computer worm"?! Why'd you eat it? No! All these words have become my prison. Evil dictionary...I can't cheat it.
Google says a "computer worm" is a self-replicating malware compu- ter program. This makes no sense, I daresay! The search for words is eternal, curse you!
WHAT IS A "BAGLE"?! It can't be a worm! But did you mean "bagel"? A round pastry? Well, in that case, you have something to learn. Remember; the "l" comes after the "e".
Snug tight in a snowdrift, sleeping away, A snowflake rests, keeping warmth at bay. Warmth would be its downfall, Destroying what it lives in, Destroying its hopes, its dreams, and all that it believes in.
my back is against a mattress blood dripping everywhere, I look like a carcass shot up chest, paralyzed body the stench is of agony, the ground muddy a medic applies pain-killers, to all those that are nearly dead my back against a mattress, sitting on a bed
shards of glass on the floor people running like a crazy boar cause they flee from danger for their death is major it shall happen no matter what like insects caught by a bat I shout for them to stop in place after all this ain't no race this is simply war war and nothing more they put the people in a truck in an operation that is black taking them as hostages for ransom oh this war ain't no handsome for it kills with no meaning kills every being with corrupted operations target at destroying nations
The end is now truly upon us a 1000 bombers in the midnight skies bringing down split atoms of death another explosion cutting your breath first comes the explosion, thundering aloud then comes radiation, glowing around then comes the fire, melting bodies and skin a tool of destruction invented by a mind that is keen then comes the silence, nothing is heard the destruction is over, in the sky a bird bringing the message of life to the wasteland after the horrible way it was handled
if the walls could talk they would only mock keeping me inside holding me in it's bind it would annoy me and close me it would narrow down, it would almost destroy me with claustrophobia that I cannot think about shadows in darkness would go around in a large amount and scare 'till all my bones chill when walls talk it ain't no thrill
I haven't written anything in a while, so please pardon the quality of this poem. I tried to do it in terza rima, don't think it came out that well though.
"Too much time to be spared", The cry of lazy youth, Who age has not yet impaired.
"I search the world for truth", They say for they know not its pain, Which would deter any sleuth.
"Ah, how pleasant is the rain", For their bones do not yet ache From a damp incited strain.
"I feel so energized, awake!" They say before they seize the day To see what fortune they can make.
They know not how age will betray, For with time will come weakness, death, and decay.
the water calm then suddenly not the water is cold then it is hot change appears in such a quick instant the water seems like a complete mutant when it changes it's temperture it's calmness and form as you shower in your lousy little dorm as you cook yourself dinner, as you put ice in tea it's weird and it certainly confuses me because it ain't no metal and it maybe a gas but in it's liquid form it is such a mess almost un-controllable, only a bit as the water gathers from the deep pit it spills and it has waves going about confusing me at terrible amounts though that is only if you don't look at it simply you may try not to think about it deeply and see it so simple like it doesn't ripple when you move it un-calms and that's just a fact with simple-ness you shall make a pact to stop looking at it weirdly and think it is calm and grip hardly as it sleeps from your palm that's a different way after all look at a thrift store instead of a mall and the water will stay calm, you'll have no doubt that you just threw all your deepness out
Stuck in this maze that is completely un-solvable Amok I run, my cries ever growing audible Struck a wall, lights go dim, the end not detectable Muck fills the maze, my body goes unmovable Luck leaves my life, my days never laughable Chuck out all hope, my life so very perishable
she said she saw seven skulls off away in the island of mull she hiked through the snow and found them laid they looked weird, artificially made she brought them back to the lab, to examine them closely she examined it a lot, she found nothing mostly then she found a small chip red and blue she then understood, she then knew what the skulls were, from where they came she remembered a place, she remembered a name of a planet far away, of a different race she knew it came from outer space
