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.
I wonder will it ever stop? I've been whirling past mountains through the earth through fire through smoke and then out the otherside past the cows and sheep and pigs through hell and out, through the sun and back and then finally, i land on my feet on the lovely planet of jupiter so i died by inhalation of poisonous smokey things, and also the fact that i was sqaushed -- and then the world exlploded
no next line...? okay.... ---- and as I looked into the depths of the screen, my eyes widenend and I stifled a scream, because in front of my face, black words on a white page, THERE WAS NO NEW LINE so I went off and raged. --- After that, there was a plate
And that request, to buy her a cocktail dress? Oh, don't get me started! I'll buy it, and I'll hope it fits. But I ain't gonna pay for.it. No, if she wants one, even if she begs me like a bunny, I ain't gonna spend any of my money! No matter how many puppy eyes, I ain't gonna lie. I am not buying her that dress! Well, I would if it cost less. NO! Don't mention it once more! I'll lose it, for sure!
Shivering cold, mind on fire I still think of the day you left me in straights so dire There in the midday light, asking me to walk And once we got 'there', then we would talk Talk about what? my brain repeatedly questioned Even though the truth, I knew, I did not want mentioned When we stopped, the words you started to mutter Only confirmed the dark thoughts I dare not utter I screamed and cursed, a park bench I did throw Yet it was not out of anger, but pure sorrow At that moment you walked out of life Leaving me with naught more than strife
Wandering in circles with nowhere to go I trudge aimlessly in the dirty snow, Still smarting from that sudden blow, A stone skids against the river's flow, Towards the setting sun's faint glow.
Painful recognition haunting my dreams Who I have become is not who I am For conformity has called to me too often Can I reform? Is there a chance? Only if there's someone to save me from the dark
Angel falling from heaven A majestic sight to behold The serenity The beauty But what is this? The worst is here, for the angel The great and illustrious creature It is not stopping at our ground The plunge shown here is down below
