Create a poem and use the last line of the poem created by the person above as your first line. I'll start:
A poem I'm creating,
It will have four lines,
But what I'm anticipating
Is walking through trembling pines
Edit: I should be clear, the poem can have as many, or as few lines as you want and take any poetic form.
Is walking through trembling pines
With my hair up in cute pigtails
My skirt flows through the wind
Dancing through the trees around me
Great initiative, Andrew!
Dancing through the trees around me
My feet are nimble, fleet,
But ease and pleasure are done for
With the arrival of storm
Destructive and complete.
Destructive and complete,
The war will rage on.
together we all compete,
Forever on and on.
Forever, on and on,
Their giggles fill the room,
Her sighs of contentment,
His chuckles at her teasing,
Kitten and Kitty, finally together.
Kitten and Kitty finally together,
Happiness and excitement fill their hearts
He has a thought:
"Thank Pan for the Internet"
Thank pan for the Internet!
who's pan? Are you?
Are who?
Mr. Pan?
who is Mr. Pan?
a man, who has the Internet.
A man. who has Internet
Is dangerous thing
Always getting into trouble
On those God forsaken things
Oh those God forsaken things
the things we call men!
their childish ways
and their silly games!
women have to put up with.
Women have to put up with
The bane of their existence,
Yet given the choice to keep or discard
Not many say good-bye and good riddance.
Not many say good-bye and good riddance.
Wishing for something different and exciting.
Thinking they can, but quietly pay a pittance.
As an alternative, to the fear they are fighting.
"No one knows when the final grain of sand will plummet through their own personal Hourglass." ~ CKAcres
"If you really want to make a difference, don't over think it, just do it..."
"Scars of life are deeply etched within the minds of curious old souls."
As an alternative, to the fear they are fighting..
To lessen the dark you increase the lighting..
It helps to always keep your friends near..
For in the dark, the master is fear..
For in the dark, the master is fear
Unles there is the comfort of
A dear one who is near
A dear one who is near,
Is the one close to my heart,
I cherish that she's here,
For I miss her when we're apart.
I once knew a drinker who had a moderating problem...
For I miss her when we're apart –
That is certainly true.
Though saying it pains me greatly,
I feel differently about you.
I feel differently about you,
It's not a judgment, tis true,
Amongst all the chatter,
You voice things that matter,
And then I am no longer blue.
And then I am no longer blue..
More like a pale greenish hue..
I drank too much the night before..
And now I've made a mess on the floor..
And now I made a mess on the floor,
I swear it wasn't there before!
mom, you have to believe me please!
The dog has fleas!
He was itching and stracting,
and the next thing I know something smashing.
and that's why there's milk on the floor,
I wasn't my fault I implore.
It wasn't my fault, I implore
You to believe me,
I couldn't help the dog,
Pissing against your knee,
Please forgive me, I beg of thee!
Please forgive me, I beg of thee!
I didn't mean to, not this time.
I sort of happened before I can flee,
and now your judging eyes found mine.
And now your judging eyes found mine..
They haunt my soul all the time..
I wondered at the line I crossed..
And cry for everything I lost..
And cry for everything I lost,
Though that never seems to work,
It only leaves tear stains on my shirt,
And makes me look like a jerk.
I once knew a drinker who had a moderating problem...
'And makes me look like a jerk,'
Is that the point of it all?
Life's a bowl of cherries, so they say,
'Til everything crashes in a mighty fall.
'Til everything crashes in a mighty fall.
Nature will continue to remind us all.
Her choice it be, when to drop the ball.
"No one knows when the final grain of sand will plummet through their own personal Hourglass." ~ CKAcres
"If you really want to make a difference, don't over think it, just do it..."
"Scars of life are deeply etched within the minds of curious old souls."
Her choice it be when to drop the ball,
This she knew, but continued to stall,
Uncertain if it would fall straight and true,
Or bounce crazily, dizzingly, madly around,
Never settling onto the ground.
Never settling onto the ground..
Wings that soar and fly around..
Things look different from above..
But never escape the pain of love..
But never escape the pain of love
Nor the pleasures and delights of the same.
For to insinuate that pain is all there is
Would needlessly obliterate
The complex whole of
That which is difficult to define or name.
That which is difficult to define or name..
Can only be given in clue..
While some hide and play the game..
It still depends on what you do..
It still depends on what you do
If I decide to stay or go,
Do not pressure me, or plead
For unlike you
To myself I cannot be untrue
To myself I cannot be untrue,
But some days I'm not so sure,
There are times I'd like to escape,
Just pack up and head out the door.
I once knew a drinker who had a moderating problem...
