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.
Explosive armaments on the crenelations are waiting for the men to run to their stations and turn them on to wreak great devastation and furrow the ground with pre-plowed ridges
And the people turned their face up to the cannons in surprise Their farm work was done, and with wondering eyes looked at the men up in the tall castle's rise and cheered quite pleasingly and ate some cake.
BUY ONE GET ONE FREE --- I think I possibly ruined whatever Nilly was thinking with explosive armaments, but you never know.
Hark! It approaches. Are they men? Or man-sized roaches? They are vermin! Insects! 'Tis a new creature, search up the index. They crave for gold, fame, power But when they sense danger, they cower Together, they're fearsome, but divided they fall And no longer, no more, shall they ever gall
I think I possibly ruined whatever Nilly was thinking with explosive armaments, but you never know.
Yep, you did.
Johnny, I'm home! Rapid movement. Speed his ally, In velocity, fluent. Footsteps, bright. Up the stairs. A cry in the night- A woman who should not be there.
Gimme three steps. no more. Just three steps, I'm out the door. Three steps, good bye to you. three steps, change my mind. Three steps, prove i'm blind. you have three steps, to sway my vote. three steps, or that's all she wrote. Three steps, or i'm gone away, three steps and i won't stay. three steps, shouldn't be rough. For you, three steps is just enough, to lose faith- turn away. so only three steps. no more play.
Ah, how I love those winsome days. Afternoons under summer trees, Cool earth under the sun-filled songs, tunes of winter far from home. My heart is full of time, a clock ticking in liquid beats, dark wood and golden brass, A grandfather clock measures each moment of happiness.
The rolling ocean winds Carry me within I float on like a whisp in the sky Not a care caught in the eye I dreamingly carry on So daringly calm It's all care free Take my hand, dear Come with me.
Banished from my home For a crime I did not commit. The streets know the moans That I forged as a bandit. I only seek forgiveness From those I have robbed; Banished from my home, I walk forever and sob.
Holy crap its been a while since I wrote anything remotely poetic. All The Little Lights
All the little lights They dance a-tune in my head All the little lights Frolic amidst at my bed All the little lights Came swarming to and fro All the little lights Emit a wondrous glow ------------------------------------------
Dum didalee doo The pit-pat of my shoe Dum didalee dee The tip-tap on my knee _____
Good lord I apologize that I can't make anything longer than 4 lines but come on that was difficult. I don't have the energy required to write anything but I'm trying, ok? I'm trying. u_u
