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.
Sunny-D and Rum, Yum, Yum. You don't needa be a two- Toothed freak show to try em. Tastes so freakin awesome! Fulfills my Redneck demands! Sunny-D and Rum, Sunny-D and Rum! Yum, yum, I'm in Hobo Heaven.
Backin' up cause my daddy taught me good, Kept me right outta trouble in the bad neck'ada woods, 'Cause when that beast comes a howlin' Thinkin' I'm an easy sport, Me old man pops right out of that little ridin' hood.
Mangy dog's starin' down the barrel of a gun You should'a seen how fast old wolfie could run. 'Cause when ma dad comes a prowlin' Thinkin' I'mma get caught, He sees an opportunity to have him some fun.
A stone left my hand and it fell in the river, Have i seen anything more beautiful, never. Ripples, travelling across the surface, Puts a bright smile across my face.
As i observe all the creatures. I realise that they are life's best teachers. Living in perfect harmony with one another, Being the keeper of their fellow brothers.
I clutch the knife tightly with the intention to kill
I clutch the knife tightly with the intention to kill Approaching my victim, creeping up slowly behind them The thoughts of them dead, gone away, gave me a huge grin Jabbed the knife into his neck, laughing cruelly My victim gives a faint scream, gasping heavily Blood gushing out of his neck, he falls to the ground Walking away from the scene, leaving him behind Thoughts echoing through my head, ruining my mind.
That first line was a bit long, if I do say so myself, makes it hard to work with, so it's not that good, as you can see.
Hiding from the librarian may seem quite odd And yet there is a deeper meaning in this tale. One may ask why I would hide from the librarian, She seemed like a kind lady, Sorting through books and expressing her love for them, But I tell you now, She has a gun.
and nothing mattered anymore to this man who lost it all. His family slain, his house destroyed His life out of control, losing his grip on sanity, losing grip on his life.
Can he be cured of this wretched pain? Be relieved of all these troubles? And live his life again?
A fat boy, teased by the others, they use him as a toy, and gets yelled at by his mother. The weight is extreme, but he doesn't fret, while the others are mean.
One chance for good, is all I need, to prove my point, that others heed!
A lost lament, in space, please look at my disgrace!
Castles fall, crushed, built over unstable foundations, that people crush! Oh, utter ****ation, for those inside, crushed by stones, and what falls by!
Foundations constructed by weak hands, uncrafted in the art of stone-cutting, unstable, ungoverned, barbarian, almost made of sand!
watch out, a car falls from a building! Could this be the apocalypse, pre-2012? Buildings swaying above the endlessly shaking earth, winds blasts fast as bullets through the alleyways, endless flooding, will it end?
The damage has been dealt, few are left is there any chance of survival, with so much destruction and death around me?
Watch out, they cry, a car falls from a building! But it is too late, and Churning, charred metal Smashes into Earth, Smashes into Earth, Crashes, Chaotic and corroded, Twisted iron, And from, the ruined rubble, It is silent. And the silence chokes, Though the sifting smoke Drifting from the ruined, Silent as a grave.
Diamond tears cut my face as they streak down my cheeks, the hurt you caused me still echos through my body the healing is slow, will it ever end? Will It be done.
