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.
My camera is broken, Cracks splintering the glass. Though this moment is perfect, I can't make it last forever. And the broken pieces Make it harder to see. I wish I could save this scene, But now I can only wait Until your face fades from my memory, And I find myself wishing That I could still see you smile.
Ever treading through the wastelands, Hills of cold unforgiving sands: They scorn my feet wherever I go, But this is the only life I know.
The days are scorching and painful; The nights are always disdainful; But I continue my restless quest, And traverse yet another crest.
As I cross the dune once more, I find my home burned to the floor; There's no reason to go on, For all of my hopes have gone.
Because it has been six days, I am going to do a different poem. Also because I don't like the first line I've been given (sorry, StormWalker) :b
That seems a bit of an injustice. I'll give one for his too:
We jump back in our sailing ship, Our vessel will sail as quick as a whip; Over the waves we'll seem to soar, For sailing the seas is never a bore!
Our journey will be quite chancy, But join our quest if it's gold you fancy; Treasure awaits: it's piled high, So get on the boat, for the time is neigh!
Forever we follow the breeze, So prepare yourself for life on the seas; Though we always search for coinage, The finest of treasures is the voyage!
If all of time were in a cup I think that I would drink it up And then once I had drunk my fill I think that my guts, I would spill And every time that I hiccup The future will just not stand still!
Hatred is a plague, Infecting everyone save those with tolerance. Hatred is a storm, Striking everyone in its path. Hatred is a shadow, Stopped by nothing and Taken into the hearts of the willing.
A shadow that seeps into every corner, Steals into every peaceful mind. It creates fire in its path, reckless and unstoppable. It is thoughtless. It consumes everything. And nobody will rise from the ashes.
