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.
The death of a brilliant star in the sky A star shining so bright in the night sky Embracing humanity with such a bright light Unaware that her admires are down below while she is high. Continue to shine with such beauty despite the height.
As she grew old her shine grew dim Her fame across the land faded And her admires had a change of whim Her great gleam was no more celebrated.
Her age grew higher and higher Meeting up with her height in space Her youth never to be regained, the only thing desired She had lost her excellence, her great grace. Her death had finally arrived, but no mourn could be heard. As a once great star now forgotten has wept too much, she has no last word.
Is it ok if I change the title a bit? To make it singular instead of plural?
I knew I had to face a great battle. I sharpened my blade and prepared my bow as I watched my children with the cattle Although I prayed and see the sun glow I knew I had to face a great battle
Inside the sad cafe blues music drips down the walls and time is stuck. People sip their coffee endlessly, pondering the meaning of life and whether their toaster needs to be fixed.
Inside the sad cafe things are slow, smooth, calm. Nothing is rushed. Smooth jazz is played, slow as that man's heartbeat. Nothing is hectic. And slowly, everything melts. This is the way life is.
Strength is... Found everywhere. Maybe not the way you want it But it is there. You can lift a thousand pounds, But can you mend a broken heart? You can run a hundred miles. But can your heart be ripped apart?
Gold like the midnight sun, green like the leaves The warmth, the hearth resonates in my mind Those memories I keep that light up my night Thoughts of the sun when the winters do blight Like kindling through winter's iciest storms Locked in my safe hidden deep beneath Earth That I do save for when I cannot stand When my legs shake beneath and I freeze 'lone I'll take my memories and hold them close And then the cold will stay in here no more The frigid will melt away from my door And I shall sit near the gold and the green Stowing memories for 'nother cold eve.
Past the wooden gate behind the garden green There is a kingdom lost, rarely ever seen. Maybe if you look enough You'll catch a sight of gold But who knows? For I sure don't I tell only what I'm told.
Blackbird, sing to me as I lay under my little apple tree. I'll listen to you voice all day, and all night. If my mother calls me for dinner, I will stay outside.
I wish I could see All the dawns All the dusks. I wish I could see The choking red rust. But as long I'm afraid To open my eyes, I'll never Be able to Reach for the skies For how can you reach If you can't see? How can you ever Never be free? I'm bound by My fears, Right to the ground, Soon I'll cover My ears, Too afraid to hear sound. Then I'll be nothing I can't smile Can't heal. Soon it'll be over I already Can't feel.
