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.
One match, One score, One goal One game to win it all The roar of the crowd The predictions of the octopus Rush around inside my head I rush to the ball, my heart pounding I kick with the hopes of a nation With unseen speed it curves into the corner GOAL! The bell is broken
As I walk these lands alone, I think of all the things I've lost, Wandering through the empty woods, For all the values I have sought. I could have stayed at home, And lived, happy with my friends, But I make my way in solitude, To my life's sad end.
My world revolves around you, And without you I would surely perish, You brighten my day and make me feel renewed, And you're the cause of everything I cherish.
The day gets darker when you go away, And when you come back, a new day has begun, And I enjoy it while it lasts, for I know you can't stay, You've got other places to shine on, because you are the sun.
I've lost the will to go on, Not going to push through this pain, Not going to take all of this again, No energy left, no thoughts in my brain. I'll leave it now, resting this strain. Only a fool wouldn't leave but remain.
That's normally not the way I write but I just went with it.
I've lost the will to go on, Not going to push through this pain, Not going to take all of this again, No energy left, no thoughts in my brain. I'll leave it now, resting this strain. Only a fool wouldn't leave but remain. Walking around alone.
Adding on the last line, which I posted for the next line makes the poem seem worse than it is, because it is pretty rubbish. I'd prefer if you didn't post around my poems without asking me either.
In the end, you can never escape The maze of lies that ensnare, The false net that you built, All the forgery that you share. In the end, you'll be caught In your own spider's thread, And tangled and broken, You'll wish you were dead.
