cryptomancer Posted October 25, 2008 Report Share Posted October 25, 2008 If you truly wish to play, Weave a rhyme and have your say, Place a pair of couplets below, That allows the theme beyond to flow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted October 25, 2008 Report Share Posted October 25, 2008 A game! a game! The game is on, The couplets needn't, Be too long. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted October 25, 2008 Report Share Posted October 25, 2008 The game grew great with crypto's geld, his shiny metals Wyvern smelled. And thus the reptile schemed anew though lacking poem babes and brew. ... (hint hint) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cryptomancer Posted October 26, 2008 Author Report Share Posted October 26, 2008 and so the game began anew, while the crowd awaited the ordered brew, but each word seemed to fall unheard, for not many could understand linguistics in 'bird' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted October 26, 2008 Report Share Posted October 26, 2008 I left the store today, The birds quoth "cheap, cheap, cheap". I left the house tonight, The birds were fast asleep. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cryptomancer Posted October 26, 2008 Author Report Share Posted October 26, 2008 Asleep as the bird have been, Seldom is their slumber seen, But the silent glide of a night time bat, Was what saw the quiet stalking cat. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted November 10, 2008 Report Share Posted November 10, 2008 A Cheshire tho' this cat be, not, his claws t'were sharp, and breathing, hot, and I, a-spying over him could not deny his Cheshire grin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted November 11, 2008 Report Share Posted November 11, 2008 A grim grin spares nary tooth unless great gain Gleefully grinning I glean grated grain Going against the grain I grin at pain Though its gyres and glaives wind me 'bout. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted November 11, 2008 Report Share Posted November 11, 2008 'Yikes'! 'quoth I, 'pon reading the last bit how do I write of Pain, knowing of it? For pain with knowlege makes a poison drear which brings on me paralysis, from fear... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Death of Rats Posted November 12, 2008 Report Share Posted November 12, 2008 Porpoise seeking purpose has better chance than eye of hearing the state of bee yin and snake and urchin lie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cryptomancer Posted November 28, 2008 Author Report Share Posted November 28, 2008 Deep waters are the shallows, the shore of the abyss. far beneath the warmer waves, where the sand and sea oft kiss. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted November 29, 2008 Report Share Posted November 29, 2008 of kisses I know plenty, and other nighttime things, for I'm a Queen of parties, masks, masters, and cruel strings... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cryptomancer Posted December 21, 2008 Author Report Share Posted December 21, 2008 Strings of the quartet Oft times, joy has met, Played upon the distant rhyme, Visions of another time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted December 24, 2008 Report Share Posted December 24, 2008 Time's touch is soft and very kind, a gentle taming of the mind and those who accept Her caress, shall sleep in sweet forgetfulness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mardrax Posted January 3, 2009 Report Share Posted January 3, 2009 Oblivion so blindy chased by everyone, afrought with haste Running t'wards their doom with ire drowning out every desire Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cryptomancer Posted February 18, 2009 Author Report Share Posted February 18, 2009 Bound upon the stone of dreary solitude, Devoting all energies to a cheery attitude, Seeking that which now is no longer found, Just wishing someone, once more, was around. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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