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.
Cold eyes looking to the sky, Ridding anything of warmth, Killing every bit of joy, Freezing the rays of sun, Turning them into icy shards. Those piercing eyes look away, Everything is back to normal, Everything those eyes aren't, The body pulls out a mirror, Looking into the mirror, Staring at my reflection, My eyes grow colder, As I lie on the ground, Heart beating slowly, As it comes to a stop.
Tearful comedy, A thing undefined, as we go through the means that the end justifies.
My comedy ends, But what have I done? Have I hurt far too many for the well being of one?
I've taken this path, And I've done these such deeds, And I cry not at the results but my actions preceding.
The end, it is good, But the tears, they have flowed. It's just the way that my story's been told. =====================================================================
Going off the definition of a comedy story, which is pretty much a story with a happy ending...
Broken timers, ticking to a time already turned, A never-ending chore, Were thrown in a fire and I watched how they burned, Because, well, they didn't work any more.
I didn't know what else to make of it. The first line was kind of odd. The fact that the timers were broken made it seem like it it was literal, rather than a metaphor for, I dunno, wanting to change the past or something.
Next line:
It could have been worse
If it's hard to start with, feel free to add "I guess" or "I suppose" or something similar.
Robots like emotions, They taste like joy and mud, Which is a really odd notion, Since robots don't have taste buds.
If you're going to cheat, then so am I. It's "First Line Poetry" not "First bunch of words poetry," silly. Oh, and the exclamation point wasn't optional.
The ache of waking up Like the act of falling down When I'm lost in my head- It's a stumble into reality My dreams torn like a severed arm.
Next Line: Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
(Yes, it has to be exactly like that. Put an "a" before "new", and I will be sorely disappointed in you. It's a palindrome, in case you didn't notice.)
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era? Away from pyramids, gladiators, and Thor and his hammer, To a time when mere mortals are revered like Zeus and Hera, A time when people lack the patience to use proper spelling and grammar.
We read about how a golfer cheats on his wife, Much like the Greeks read about Zeus, We read about how they live life, And they call this "news".
Is this the new era, where we worship fame, It's the same old story in disguise, And I suspect things will always be the same, Humanity seems to have a thing for lies.
