Grido Posted August 28, 2010 Report Posted August 28, 2010 (edited) Simple rules, last line of each poem is the first line of the next one (and you have to write it ofc). Theme, Stanza length/amount, (no)rhyming scheme etc can all change. For the sake of good reading, it's preferred (by me) for the poems to be 2 stanzas or more, but that's up to you. Oh, and titles would be nice if you have one, but arent compulsory. [u][b]Night[/b][/u] Quiet little thing, Peaceful and calm, I wander about, In the place called Night. Loud and humming, Beats and a rhythm, I dance and shout, In the place called Night. Dozing and resting, Comfy and warm, I sleep in bed, In the place called Night. Light flickering, Machines are buzzing, I sit up and work, In the place called Night. Darkness falls, The moon it rises, I stare up and wonder, In the place called Night. So the next poem would start; "In the place called Night..." Edited August 28, 2010 by Grido
The Great Wanderer Posted August 28, 2010 Report Posted August 28, 2010 (edited) [u](~The One Called Night~)[/u] In the place called Night Where the shadows call To those without sight We stumble and fall And this weary life Our eyes are blind Not a soul can see Ahead or behind We cower in fear Of this darkened place This day without light The phantom called Night Edited August 28, 2010 by The Great Wanderer
Curiose Posted August 29, 2010 Report Posted August 29, 2010 This phantom called night; everywhere, I hear its call crawling, grabbing, standing tall. Paranoia, heart beats, screaming lungs; fear sinks into my mind stealing, hiding, I'll never find. I awake to find this fiendly friend; singing me a tall tailed story dancing, laughing, in malignant glory. But Night shall pass, like all things do; Remembered temporarily yet, dying, fading, as I would like to forget.
(Zl-eye-f)-nea Posted August 29, 2010 Report Posted August 29, 2010 As I would like to forget Those moments I'll put all remnants away in a box Attic bound and dust collecting Touched by eight legged feet As I would like to remember for sanity I'll burn this message into my skin An inky hidden Depth squid ridden Anchor wedged can show to me As each letter hits the screen I'm reminded of flashback scenes obscene This courtesy, not where it should be Ethane soaked depravity A friend to me As the echoes yell and scream As the tellings in the spite As dictated by your height You won't see where I've been Z
Grido Posted August 29, 2010 Author Report Posted August 29, 2010 You won't see where I've been, You won't see where I'm going, I will be anywhere, I will be anything, I will be the air you breathe, I will be the drink you sup, You won't own me anymore, You won't owe me anything, You will hear no more from me, You will scare noone else, I won't hide anymore, I won't turn my back,
Curiose Posted August 29, 2010 Report Posted August 29, 2010 I won't turn my back from all my hopes and dreams. I won't cry for less but I'll rip it from the seams. I won't tell you where I'll be in all my destinations. I won't wander anywhere close to your stipulations. There's no where to run to with any place to hide. There no one to cling on your time has died. There's no way to explain this you won't understand There's nothing in my pocket so I hold it in my hand.
awiiya Posted August 29, 2010 Report Posted August 29, 2010 So I hold it in my hand, This simple rock you gave, bland. With a single goodbye, and a kiss, I confide, My once found utterly lost. The lattice pattern, a speckled splatter Matched my wrinkled palms so precise, The start and stop lost its mark And I my veins ran cold with granite. I should have known, My eyes were marbles, Breath as tough as gravel. You were the flower, petals as smooth, too grown. With this rock, the love-swept token, I only know it's tough, to be broken.
Tarquinus Posted August 29, 2010 Report Posted August 29, 2010 I only know it’s tough, to be broken. I know the precipice is sheer when fragile truth remains unspoken and destiny is left unclear. But still I take it in my hand this mist that twists with my delight, particulate throughout the land whose wispy tendrils take my sight. The fog’s enshrouding lassitude benumbs my senses, deep and warm with promises of love renewed and phantoms of my lover’s form. Into the twilight I am led to walk the cliffs above the sea, in sympathetic stillness fed by Autumn’s dancing mystery. The swirling paths of leaves I take and offer thanks for what I find: the love of life without mistake, the fascination of the mind.
lightsage Posted August 29, 2010 Report Posted August 29, 2010 The fascination of the mind, To gain what is lost, To lose what is gained, The fascination of the mind, To learn what is best left unlearnt.
Shadowseeker Posted August 29, 2010 Report Posted August 29, 2010 To learn what is the best left unlearnt, I have traveled through lands wide and far. To teach what I have learnt, I first seek myself in my mind, at war. War with acquired knowledge, ethics. War with myself: Should I share? In the end I teach a few tricks, And leave them be under other's care.
Grido Posted August 29, 2010 Author Report Posted August 29, 2010 (edited) And leave them be under others care, For they have to somepoint breathe some air, To coddle and cuddle is no fair, Let them have a little dare, It all started with this great affair, Between a woman and a great big bear, Many looked upon and weeped with despair, And thought that she should prepare, When the children came they named one Pierre, Another Herbert and the last Voltaire, There was an issue with their hair, And they seemed to like to stay mid-air, As they grew their mother was aware, That her children were not fair, She could not cope she did declare, And so they were taken from that disrepair, Thus ending the love affair, Edited August 29, 2010 by Grido
Curiose Posted August 29, 2010 Report Posted August 29, 2010 Thus ending this love affair upon mine own intentions I promise you I won't be right nor would this all continue. I end this sultry love affair for better woes and weeps and not for bitter tears, I swear as I must continue on. I bereave myself upon this love affair so desperate and contemptuous there seems nothing less to lose except on withered legs I walk. The end of this love affair taste sweeter than all reward however distasteful it may be I promise I'll walk with it yet again. Don't forget this love affair in all its rusted taste as the stains won't wash away from dishonorable acts again.
(Zl-eye-f)-nea Posted August 29, 2010 Report Posted August 29, 2010 From dishonorable acts again That tawdry taste Just tell me when I saw the back light fade Quite forbade time and again Electric touch across my skin 3D delight not pixelated Replace the static from plug in I felt the half thats whole Such saddened soul, yet still elated Notation left on yellow pad Out and about today When homeward bound shows up the lad What will the mistress say? To play with fires leather clad Z
Grido Posted August 29, 2010 Author Report Posted August 29, 2010 To play with fires leather clad, To play games with the devil, Or to use that little O, Firefox, Explorer, Opera, We use you all for reasons many, Firefox, That fox of fire, Entwined about That orb of blue, Your adaptability rules them all, Explorer, That blue e, The hellish spawn of Microsoft, You are but, Forced upon us all, Opera, That round little O, Low RAM usage, Is why we pick you, But you are not as known, We pick, We choose, Or are we just puppets?
Magnus X Posted August 29, 2010 Report Posted August 29, 2010 or are we just puppets? of the unseen puppeteer hanging about on strings we like to call fate are we clowns ever smiling ever lonesome inside in a world we call a stage are we victims or delusional victors in a game so engrossing so real we call life or are we master manipulators of minds, our own imagination so ripe over to the stars we fly so queer yet so tangible the world in the balance of our dexterous palms
Totenkopf Posted August 30, 2010 Report Posted August 30, 2010 Of our dexterous palms, Of our murderous eyes, Of our heathen dark psalms, Of our self-sacrifice, Of our nuclear bombs, All you hear of us - lies! Of our hard working hands, Of our children at play, Of our warmth towards friends, Of our faith when we pray, Of our invaded lands, Could you see us that way? Tarquinus 1
Mr Mystery Posted August 30, 2010 Report Posted August 30, 2010 (edited) Could you see us that way? Or would you look the other way? Would you ignore what you see? Or Would you makebelieve what you see? Are we the same as you? Or as every other person next to you? We are of the same kind are we not? Yet you believe we are not? Now the question one is to ask? is the question what makes us so? You breathe, You eat, You sleep, and you die We Breathe, We eat, we sleep, and we die. All so similiar yet You separate us so. Now Ask youself, Why are you so differnt from us Yet we are so Alike Edited August 30, 2010 by Mr Mystery
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