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.
My stomach twists, nauseated. It's that feeling that I've hated. It's coming back to haunt me, I'm beginning to lose what I see. I fall over, having fainted. That part of my life was tainted.
In the fires of hell, evil dwells With grinding and gnashing of teeth Spikes and brands in abundance Demons torture souls with glee The screams of the wicked floating up Echo in the dreams of the living The happy squirrel had chubby cheeks
'You have no idea of what I'm capable of!' I scream to those that lie above. And soon lust after my sweet revenge, Just like a drunkard without his binge.
And so begins my epic tale, Of furies strength, a roaring gale. Perilous journeys throughout this land; Blood soaking into the golden sand.
I track down those who did me wrong, Actions ring louder than a gong. Most of them I put to flight, Others I take without a fight.
Attrocities flow from my works, And bodies give their final jerks. As I set the world on fire, Its situation is none more dire.
And soon my story comes to an end; A river must have its final bend. But I showed those who hid above, Just what things I'm cap'ble of.
Out of the blackest night A light shines forth green and bright No evil escapes it's sight A force for justice No matter the odds Ready at a moments notice The rabbit is in the carrot patch!
The rabbit is in the carrot patch, That running carrot he's trying to catch, He wants that to eat, Rather than a simple meat, A carrot is what he wants, Til he get's it, it will haunt. Yes, the rabbit is in the carrot patch, The carrot, is there on watch.
On a journey to hide, back from the land we lived inside.
On a journey to hide, back from the land we lived inside. Keep running, and don't turn back. If they spot your face, they will shoot and that's a fact. Don't drop what you are holding, and if you do leave it there. The thought of losing you to them, is something I don't think I can bear. We are leaving so you can live, a free and full life. Don't worry Son, by the end of this journey I'm sure it will be the end of my strife. Carry on, Carry on, Don't let me slow you down. Make a good life with the freedom that is to soon be found. Keep going, make sure to keep your head low. If they have spies in the trees, It is something I don't know. We made it to the edges, now run and don't stop. I'll catch up in a bit, But I can't promise I won't get caught. _____
Wake me up Wake me up, Started to whimper like a pup, Lost in my dreams, A nightmare it seems, I need to wake, Before, my life it will take, When I woke up, I was covered in sweat, I was also frightened to death.
Death in my dreams, hell it seems Reaper swinging, demon giggling Bullet piercing, body arching Waking from one dream to another I travel on Deeper into my dream The cow chewed stodgily
