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.
This thread used to be crazy active. Below: Not my best work.
I guess the answer is... How you ask "Why do you love me?" And how you know when to stop talking And let your actions speak louder than words. Maybe its how you make funny faces And wipe away my tears. It could even be how inspired you look On the podium, eyes shining with triumph.
I guess the answer is When the flowers bloom after the rain, When I stand up and realize How very big the world is, And when the masses of people Look up to me and ask "What do you live for?"
But mostly, I suppose, The answer depends on the question.
when the rain falls clouds break but not me! water falling out of the sky too bad for you prissy people i like getting wet _______________ everything gets wet. (yes, revel in my shortness of this thingy.)
Everything gets wet; I hide beneath his arms Kept warm by his embrace. He is my sheild against the rain, Protecting me from cold drops That cling to his eyelashes. They shine like diamonds, And I see them more clearly As he leans in for a kiss. ------------------------------- As time slows and then stops
Darkness shadowed my waking dream As I slowly woke out of the daze And now and then I tried to deem What that thing was, it seemed so crazed
Now I had woke out of the dream Out of the land of shadows Into into my living nightmare life And now to face the psychos
After the battles of the day Back I went to the shadow's land And closing my eyes for the gruesome display I witnessed a bloody, severed hand
But it was not the crazed creature that I so feared For I saw that it's hand had been sliced And then I realized that the true shadows are not in dreams: But in life.
Walking in the Valley of Light Which the stars have yet to see The sun shines with godly might And the land glows beautifully.
However, there is no repreive From these constant beating rays One cannot possibly conceive Life with no nights; only days. --------------------------------- Typical of myself, but not to others
typical of myself but not to others how things run through the world haven't you ever thought about behind the scenes and the people that work trhere? the world is a stage for people so if you have stage fright, go climb a tree and throw coconut monkey's at people. _________________________________ what if they get a concussion, you say
What if they get a concussion, you say? Then they must stay away from sports for 14 days The damage was done and if done again, You might end up a vegetable, my friend. ------------------------------------------------- What is love
what is love if not a bird? all things written say love is flighty so why shouldn't it be a bird? i say it shouldn't be so, because love has no feathers and it doesn't eat worms. ------------- in some cases it does
