cryptomancer Posted April 7, 2016 Report Share Posted April 7, 2016 In odd we place our trust, For the relentlessness of the mundane, is the lie of the land, Faking the promises of bounty, as she starves us, Breaking our resolve on her rocky breast, Opening our wounds anew with each faltering step. Common ground is no friend to us now, For the voices of reason are estranged, And the open mic calls silently to us to speak, Resonating with the obscene and vulgar, Dousing the audience in a flood of unfamiliar truth. ... New line: Stones thrown through a glass heart... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Posted April 25, 2016 Report Share Posted April 25, 2016 Stones thrown through a glass heart - Poor, fragile thing - Will it break apart? Will the pain sting? Hammer blows of emotion to the mind - Flashes of light to the blind - Will it go mad? All emotions drained sad? Or will the glimmer of hope prevail? Will she be able to lift the veil? Her touch breaking - Walls shattering - Hope Love? Lost? Next line: Please stay...just another day Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cryptomancer Posted May 5, 2016 Report Share Posted May 5, 2016 Please stay just another day? Your whispered footfalls fade, Empty rooms and hall devoid, Vocal ambiance muted now. Foggy shrouds strong as walls, Each vacant space devours, Mists of tears, and tendrilled fears, Wrap, and tear, and taint my stare, Creaking voice, creaking doors, Crumbling roof, cracking walls, No escape, tumbling quakes, This little world just a void, Dust billows into black. Last breath of hope denied. Lament my loss, move it aside, Become the shadow in which I hide. ... New Line: "The wind whispers woven words..." 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Posted May 6, 2016 Report Share Posted May 6, 2016 The wind whispers woven words The stream sings soft songs The ocean offers oblivion The ship slowly sails...away Crypt, I really liked the alliteration going on, of course, being me, I had to break it in the last line. Because structure in poems is made to be played with. ;p Next line: The snow-capped mountains of hell Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fluke Posted May 6, 2016 Report Share Posted May 6, 2016 (edited) The snow-capped mountains of hell He grunted as the last pick fell Whoever said this was a good idea Obviously had a head full of dust hair The snow-capped mountains of hell Where if falling no one would hear you yell The peak is here but what view for me More damned mountains and then the sea ----- Oops, next line.... - Would you hold it for me? Edited May 6, 2016 by Fluke Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fluke Posted June 14, 2016 Report Share Posted June 14, 2016 Responding to my own line (badly) because I's bored. --- Would you hold it for me? Would you ensure it's safe? Could you wait and see? Could you stand the chafe? Would you hold it for me? Would you treat it as art? Could you let me be free? Could you keep my heart? --- Next line - Dusk and other deadly dances 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hjolnai Posted June 28, 2016 Report Share Posted June 28, 2016 Dusk and other deadly dances Echo through the darkened sky. With the dawn the music stops and those who live will wonder why. Leave the broken ground for now, Take your place within the air. And if danger rears its ugly head, depart this world without a care. Next line: Across the river, under the boughs 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TLDunn213 Posted July 2, 2016 Report Share Posted July 2, 2016 Across the river, under the boughs grows a circle of mushrooms A faire ring Can you hear the music Will you join the Dance and with the Fair Folk wildly prance. Will They stay and let you play Or in an instant fade away ? Will you dance till break of day And like a Mist then fade away... Next line: Will you join the dance Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hjolnai Posted July 3, 2016 Report Share Posted July 3, 2016 Will you join the dance, the fatal dance, by the ring of steel accompanied? Will you join the song, the bloody song, the heavens quaking at our hatred? When your shield is splintered, when your spear is broken, when your sword is lost, when your mail is rent, when your knife slips from bloody fingers, will you howl your rage and fight on, to their deaths and yours? Then you are one of us. Next line: You are one of us. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TLDunn213 Posted December 2, 2016 Report Share Posted December 2, 2016 You are one of us In this fact I fully trust You see us even tho we Shroud And pick us out from the crowd You see us when we are not there And tho we're strange, You do not care You talk with those less seen than air And you can also disappear One of us you must surely be Else you'd not so clearly see The things they say cannot be Next line: Will you come with us and be set free ? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snypiuer Posted December 12, 2016 Report Share Posted December 12, 2016 Will you come with us and be set free? From bonds that bind and ties that be Will you turn your eyes and walk away From your past, your yesterday Will you search, for the unknown Strange new things, a brand new home Will you take that step, wherever it may lead And come with us To be set free Next line: Angry flowers lie in wait 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TLDunn213 Posted September 9, 2017 Report Share Posted September 9, 2017 Angry Flowers lie in wait Alluring scent, enticing bait Colors that beguile the eye All of it a cunning lie Angry Flowers lie in wait Toxic nectar dripping hate While spiteful thorns accentuate And joyful moods evaporate Flee before it is too late When Angry Flowers lie in wait. ******* Next line: Fairy Dust upon the wind Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted March 5, 2020 Report Share Posted March 5, 2020 Fairy dust upon the wind, Khione's glitter shaken from above; She crafts her icy magic With a fierce, artistic hand. Next line: A melancholy plum Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snypiuer Posted March 19, 2020 Report Share Posted March 19, 2020 A melancholy plum ponders its plight, deep within a Christmas pie. It silently shrieks in terror as his world opens to the sky. An endless scream of pain escapes his breathless lungs as a thumb pierces his eye. His last thoughts were the words of his god "What a good boy am I." Next line: If I were to taste the tears of eternity Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Patrick Posted November 1, 2023 Report Share Posted November 1, 2023 If I were to taste the tears of eternity A curse to be found in modernity? Is it the end of religion and the concept of death To try to live forever? One last breath Your last endeavour ? Stop trying to be clever... Next line : The missionary who no longer believes Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snypiuer Posted November 4, 2023 Report Share Posted November 4, 2023 The missionary who no longer believes, What will he become? What will he do? Does he seek to experience other . . . Positions? Does he take his time, Slowly, And thoroughly, Examining all his options. Does he then choose . . . Just one, To master? Through endless repetition. Constant. Methodical. Over and over, Until he can perform his duties flawlessly? Or does he attempt everything he finds before him? Frantically, And enthusiastically, Moving from one to another, Until, Exhausted, Yet fulfilled, He retires, Knowing he has lived. He has done everything he had ever dreamed of. Or, Will he hesitate? Out of fear, Of failure, Of that which he had never known. Will he be unmoving? Frozen from simple indecision. Befuddled by all the possibilities, Will he go limp, Fall to his knees, Overcome with the task before him. Stunned by the realization that he was now free. Free to do as he wished. Free to do whatever he desired. All with no repercussions. Will he be overwhelmed, Impotent. Unable to revel in his freedom? Will he remain as he is, Though he no longer believes? Performing as he always has, Going through the same old motions, Doing only that which he has always done, That which he is comfortable with, Out of habit. Out of dread that he, Might not, Really, Be free. That his loss of Faith, Is a test. A trap. Will this paralyze him? Constrained by the knowledge that, If he never, Actually, Indulges in his freedom, Satiates his desires, Or experiences any other position in life, He will never know if he is, Truly free, Or what could be. This is the Missionary's Position. NEXT LINE: Wait . . . was that an arrow!? 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TLDunn213 Posted January 20 Report Share Posted January 20 (edited) Wait...was that an arrow!? Pointing back the other way? Is this a sign that perhaps I've lost my way? And yet the road before me goes on as plain as day. But now there is this nagging doubt that I have somehow lost my way. Was that another arrow pointing to some hidden way ? The way is clear beforeme; yet I feel ever more astray . Wait... was that an arrow, pointing to a better way? ........ Next line: Have I lost my way ? Edited January 20 by TLDunn213 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted January 21 Report Share Posted January 21 Have I lost my way? Or just my mind? Has influence become my guide, Or am I just blind? Somewhere out in deepest space resounds The nonsense of the human race, chattering, prattling, nagging, nattering champing at the bit, in a race to nowhere And sometimes things that felt so warm are the things that become forlorn The first Focus runs away again, Flutters off, and we're at loss Or are we? I'll take my Coffee with salt today The tears I shed, at my own never-ending confusion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Next line: Please log off at the end of your shift 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snypiuer Posted February 10 Report Share Posted February 10 Please log off at the end of your shift And, your monitor, fully power it down The glow of the screen And electrical hum Makes a hostile workplace, We have found. The demon that lives in your cubicle . . . Of which you were unaware Makes constant HR complaints, And threats of lawsuits, So its presence We now share. No need for concern that it lives there Or to know the reason why Just be mindful that when you leave Be sure to log off, fully power down And if you see the demon DON'T look it in the eye. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NEXT LINE: Gently, gently as the shadows grow Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harmonious_Echos Posted February 11 Report Share Posted February 11 Gently, gently as the shadows grow softly, now the snow is falling; Calmly, calmly, whispers in my ear Hold my spirit here, til dawning. As I sigh, now, kindred spirits fly by my window, high-- bright! visible outside--but, never one within-- I could try, to rearrange my mind, never once to find-- life, for which I pine--ah! Resigned to never win. Closer, closer, as the shadows creep following my sleep and waking; Weary, seeking, I will hope for peace even when my heart is breaking. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Next line: Who's the most inspiring frog? 🤣 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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