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.
Ninja'd. a very late ninja.... hmm hopefully i will not be ninja'd as i try to fix the ninja'd-ed.
I wake to the sunlight, To find you beside me. Nothing is more beautiful than you, Because you are all I see. I want to be there as you awaken. I want to help you calm down when you feel shaken.
I will always be here To hold your hand To wipe your tears To dance with you To hold you near To sing with you To get rid of your fears.
I love you. With every cell in me. I know you do too. You have my heart and the key.
Never written it from a guys POV. kewl. I so know that i have been ninja'd BUT OH FRIGGIN WELL.
I did not know your name when we first met But when I ask you would always threat That you would cut my head off so that It can shut up and wear no bad hat
A leafless branch. Pity. Cold wind ripped you. Oh cruel. It sheds your cloak Relentless. Of golden greens and red. Monster. Where will you hide? Child. Until spring comes.
Sl*t? I don't know what word you were trying to write, so I'll assume you meant "slot".
Old Macdonel had a slot In which he hid his lot But instead of beer, pipes and bowls Old Macdoneld hid bones, hands, and skulls
Every night he would go to the city And dance around, meet someone pretty He would ask her to come to his place Where he would then cut of her face
With each new sucessful kill Over the years this slot did fill Till one day the smell overflowed Carried all the way down the road
Where sherrif Johnson could easily smell The work of that farmer from hell So instead of going to the city that night Old Macdoneld was hung from a height
It was the happiest time of his life when he could walk when his dreams were pure then now he has to suffer now the dreams are haunted he can not walk it was the worst time of his life
[b]As the sun sets it is a picture perfect moment[b]
