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.
Below the waves, above the clouds The mystery of that impossibility shrouds Such a thing can't be explained Any attempts leave my mind strained But rather than ponder it 'til dawn I think i'll finish and just move on
My mind wanders, lost in thought What is this crazy thing I bought? A toy? A game? A magic box? The query posed for one sly fox The mystery is one to admire One to ponder near the warming fire This crazy thing is aggravating No more time to keep you waiting The truth behind it is crystal clear ...But I won't tell you 'til next year
Empowered by the gift of love, Never ending joy, A gift from above. Cupid's arrow struck, Straight into my heart. But by the worst luck, It all fell apart. The love was too much, And it shattered like glass. When I realized that the man I loved Was really just an ***. ____
Everything has a price Though, not always how we think The opportunities in life The experiences we give up What must we sacrifice for one small thing?
The day has come For the end is near Has what you have given up been worth it?
The end is only the beginning Of what comes after the middle And after the middle isn't the end of the beginning While before the beginning was the middle of the end. -- Confused yet? I am
Oh! we r back at this eh? havent been on for a while, no one added to this.... ANYWAY: _______
Confused yet? I am you, but you aren't me. You are the man across the christmas tree. Still don't get it? Well, I am you, but you aren't me. You are the man across the christmas tree. Sitting on the table is me, but how can I be you, if I am you? ____
Poem ended up like a riddle... And wild arms grew out of trees There's an alarm going off in the kitchen, and I think my ears are full of bees. I can not express my loathing for bees Within the space of type So now i'm off to stretch my fingers And load up yours with tripe. ------- Floating in the ocean
Between the stars and me is that grerat big ol tree The Nordics called it Yggdrasil and I can't rhyme anything off the top of my head with Yggdrasil. --- Hooray for unscreativity
