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.
inky binky pincky clyde the cat went up the slide. At the top a bot karate chopped and sent the cat down the slide. It broke its neck and three bones and also broke a tailbone. It was killed and skinned and never was again alive.
Darkness consumes me, And my tears burn like alcohol, Bringing me to poor, intoxicated judgements, Filling me with the frenzied disarray of drunkenness.
I can barely see through my own darkness, Much less a sheet of blurry tears.
There is so much darkness And so little information To decide what is truth And what is falsehood- Everyone believes what they see is true, But they see through the same, clouded eyes, As I do.
Woe to them.
Woe to me.
All is falsity, But the falsity we see is so close to the truth That everyone believes it to be A reality.
So it is.
But it isn't.
There is only darkness. Confusion. Death. Hate. Love. Life. Clarity. Light.
Nuclear bomb, the end of days, I bask in the sun, its final rays, I stare into the dark, illuminated by death, And turn to the shadow of vapor and breath.
I sink into the dark, no one can stop me, I'm burning with flickers of deadly decay, It is the end, watch them flee, As I stand in the sun, deciding to stay.
Big fun is some first line i dont understand it i think i misunderstood it but all i know, is that big fun is just alotta dung (sorry if its offensive) __________________________________
the cat says woof, the dog says meow As the school bus passes I shoot the cow Now don't ask me why, don't ask me how But the cat says woof and the dog says meow
Through my experiances in this ole life I nkow that w=one should never get a wife 'cause it ain't worth the bloody strife The gravel in the gut and the spit in the eye Really doesn't go well for the shy
So I hear you folks sometimes ask "Why does he drink from an empty flask?" But you would ask that same thing If you got the hangover after the fling
Now sometimes humor doesn't go so far Sometimes you hand gets stuck in the cookie jar Sometimes you just have bad luck Sometiems you're just a sittin' duck.
Now imma copy this to my poetry feed For all those ag-ers to happily read I'm sure y'all are fine and dandy But I need to go and get me some candy -----------------------------------------
