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Parsat
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Blacksmith

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.

Here's the first line:

A mountain pokes out awkward in the mist

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aknerd
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Peasant

wowza nice job Aknerd!


Thanks, but it's all lies. The internet is my bff.

What you see is not me - I have died
I do not notice those who cried
Or who kept dry with pride
Or my now-never-bride
Or mom at my side.
To death I ride
My life denied
Wish I'd
tried.

New line:
But I never did.
samy
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samy
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Nomad

But I never did;
Express the love I had for you
Tell you what you were to me
Explain that you were my life;
My love
My soul
And now I never will.

New line:
It is myself.

samdawghomie
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Peasant

It is myself
I see in the mirror
A person full of glee
A person that is carefree

Sky is the limit,
Danger is just a title
To confuse the worrysome

Myself I see in the mirror.

Hmm, I seriously have no frickin Idea. lol.

Staring into the night

MoonFairy
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Shepherd

Staring into the Night
I see
How amazing dark can be.

Stars are glistening
People asleep
Looking into the water
You can't tell how deep

All is quiet
You are alone
To ponder the thoughts
Of places unknown

Streaks of soft light begin to show
Light clouds caress the sky
The night begins to fade, although
You will see such beauty when the day says good bye.



eh, I rushed it.... Oh wellz.

Passing the time

DarkestNite
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DarkestNite
166 posts
Nomad

Passing the time
I feel like a mime
I lost my voice
I had no choice

I spoke a word
But no one heard
I tried to shout
But nothing came out

I try to scream
Is it all a dream?
I'm trapped in this prison
No speech, no vision

I am left alone
Another unknown
I will die in peace
Death, is my release.

Next line
lay a flower

DarkestNite
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DarkestNite
166 posts
Nomad

meh... 2 mins is not enough time to make a good poem :/ lol

Avorne
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Nomad

Lay a flower
Upon your grave
Symbol of life
It slowly fades
Just as you
Faded from life

The ticking of the clock

Kyouzou
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Jester

The ticking of the clock
Resounds deep with in my soul
A chain that I'm unable to unlock
My youth is taken as toll

Kyouzou
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Kyouzou
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Jester

Sorry about the double post but I forgot to post the next first line.


The river flows

DarkestNite
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DarkestNite
166 posts
Nomad

The ticking of the clock
He pulls on the lock
Touch the darkness here
Feel his growing fear

See the blackend walls
See the drop as it falls
See it run through the cracks
And leave everlasting tracks

save him

aknerd
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1,416 posts
Peasant

The river flows
But only in memories
Now a dry dead river bed
The river must have moved
On with its life
I wonder what it's doing now
Or if the river remembers me
Maybe I shouldn't have peed in it
Every day.

hehehhehe...

new line:
Digging a grave is hard

DarkestNite
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DarkestNite
166 posts
Nomad

The river flows
Hiding more than it shows
What lies underneath?
A fast and restless sheath

It perfects, and destroys
With such innocent noise
It grows its rein
Across valley and plain

What will your fate be?

DarkestNite
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DarkestNite
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Nomad

arrghh!! sloooow connection, sorry :/

digging a grave is hard
when your soul is marred
shooting without thought
now he will rot

in the ground
untill he is found
nightmares will come your way
untill that day

relive your sin
you will never win
you will never forget
through sunrise and sunset

wash the blood off your hands

Avorne
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Nomad

Wash the blood off your hands
Clean the sweat from your face
Atone with body and with soul
Heal the sins of your race

The dew upon morning grass

DarkestNite
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Nomad

The dew upon morning grass
Makes the world seem so pretend
Like shining gold or brass
As if nothing can hurt it in the end

Blink and it dissapears
Like shimmering salty tears
It won't last long
Enjoy Memory's song

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