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.
As the sun sets it is a picture perfect moment, I grab my camera to preserve it forever. But I was a moment too late, And you couldn't see the brilliance. I will try again on a later date.
Petals falling from a wilting flower, Only lasting for a hour. We are weightless in the wind, Carrying us to our end. But one thing I'll always know, I will go where I need to go.
The star shines alone, The light is blinding. But beautiful. Then I noticed the others around it. All just as amazing, Yet they shine on their own. Together, but seperate. Breathtaking.
This one sucks. I am trying my hand at non rhyming poems. freestyle-ish.
I liked it but OMG this ones gonna be hard to make....
Dark Mornings, Light Nights, Alarm Lights, Night Lights, They drive our emotions, setting us into motion, To strive to make our mornings bright, and our nights have no light. So that we may sleep.
I think ima do another one useing my line but its the same for the next perosn to use...
I wake to the dawn, and see the white-tailed fawn, Looking for the doe, having no where to go. I hear the howl of the dogs, she trips over logs. The dogs take her away, but now she is with her mother to stay.
I wake to the dawn. The early morning sun, Is rising to greet me. Fills me with energy, As I wonder what I will see.
I step out into the sunlight, Looking upon all the beautiful colors of nature. The green on the leaves and the green ground. A lavender flower petal falls without making a sound.
I walk with a purpose. Throught my day. The light, bouncy, air around me, Begs for me to play.
So I skip through the yellow fields of wheat. I climb up the old, faithful tree. This day is such a wonderful treat. It is amazing just to be.
When the day begins to darken, I begin to feel tired. So I walk back to my home, And dream of the beauty of nature. I am ready for a new dawn.
Eh, not my best. Oh well. :3 I enjoyed writing it.
Secret mapper is such a bad writer and yet he keeps on writing A Plethora of perseverance Creates Confusion Tanking Threads The next poet pouts Wishing for a serious first line
I glimpsed a burst of happiness As my oppenent thought he had victory I glanced at my cards And wondered what he had Whatever it was Could it beat a full house?
The confusing power of love It bewitches, beguiles and betrays It can build and it can destroy Love is indeed a powerful thing It boggles the human brain It grips the hearts of two And using its greatest power Binds them together as one
Air so crisp and water so clear Lacking all that I hold dear No point to life without fault The best things locked in a vault As I stand on this lonely pier Nothing to do for a lonely year On my cheek a tear of salt It is only the imperfect I exalt It is onlt the perfect I fear The monontony of the eternally austere
