A poery game.
 

In which every poem is based on the previous one.
If I write:
A dead branch.
Tears of dark summer
Run, unstoppable.

You can write about any of the words below or about anything that somehow refers to this poem.
It's interesting to try and write a poem about a specific subject, at least in my opinion, and can be a rather intresting experience.


Would you give it a try?

Blame the sad cloud.
Every drop that falls
Leaves a deafening sound.

Of a void existance
Lingering around the old oak trees
Only not to fade

Evening
The wind dances gently beneth the branches
Rays of the sun stroke the glory
A three centuries old living creture
Has fallen to the ground
To the sound of
Buzzing
You little foolish bees.
It's never enough for you, isn't it?

Staring at the lines of
the techno noise that
dance through the
looking glass
makes me
want to
hum

Blooming scent
waits for wings
but only gets
cut.


Edit: Dang it SCC you beat me to it! :)

OK again:

Quantum truth
and parallel beams
when reflected
are reversed.

but Quantum lies
on perpendicular streams
irregularly curved
to eclipse the
ellipse
and leave two half moons
cradling the circle

Melons are green
And watermelons are red
Why are they called watermalons, then?

pink flesh
pictures of summer bring
and I am already cold

Autumn leaves swirling all around.
Sweet smell of a cleaner world.
The leaves lay now on the ground,
Are they, too, cold?


Pretty lame, isn't it?

The merciless winter steals the trees' leaves
Bringing ice, freezing the caves
with that evil cold, the skin it cleaves
O' merciless winter, the king of destruction

the brittle kisses you left on my skin
still sting with cold regret
the ghosts of summer days
blazing in carmine glory
i walked numb through all
and still my tears are frozen
by the words you left behind
nevermore.

blame edgar allen poe for that one.quoth the raven;uhg?

Tip-a-tock-a-toe
Scratch-a-tack-a-tacka
Rub-bub-oh me
Mantra o' ant-a-tantra

I like this, Constanza.

Auburn hair
Blood-colored shape
Named dress
Dissapering behind the corner,
Leaving the grey street
With it's grey people,
Bored cars and careless grey clouds
Behind, like a long forgoten kiss
Reminiscening awakes the memoories
Like a fresh amount of blood they flow.

And still, i shed tears of blood,
remembering this kiss goodbye,
it's like a swamp without mud,
And my life without you
is like a lost soul, I will die
I will always be disturbed by this thought
Even in death, except when you
rest in peace, beside me

I will not succumb
To the sucking slurps
Of sludge and dunes
Pull myself out of the muck
Cherry amber eyes
Will see it til the 'morrow

See the dark silhouette of
a man bent down
'gainst the light of dawn
See the young heart
grow old and weathered
hands wrinkled
calluses moaning
picking strawberry fields
Penny a pound
Today and tomorrow
and tomorrow
and tomorrow
and tomorrow
and tomorrow

These walls are old
All our lives we've seen
Only walls of perceived
practicalities
Repair them
Day in and day out
All the while
We question why
Are they worth preserving?
Are we so scared to see the sky?

Do you see this lemon tree?
I think you do and I think you agree
that there's no greater thing to see
then seeing a man nailed to a lemon tree

Locked in our Paradise
Blooming flowers
For blind minds.
Juicy fruits
Are nothing but dust.
Pure water
With the scent of blood.
The chirping of birds
is lost in the
Awful noise you create.
Can't you hear the dead as they laught?
Ho, why won't you join their laughter?

the last breath of life
caught on a rusted nail
obliviouse
to the ordering of things
the examination
of a pink lavedar vase
discarded
by the seond cousin
once removed

soft webs of memory
swept into black bags
half felt condolences
fingers on the windowsill
leaving tracks
a diary
found,read,regarded
lost again
unto the sterlity
of new life
in a dead womans house

apologies for the excess verbosity. :)

boxes and boxes and boxes
full of little people with little dreams
never been beyond the county line son,
never will.

For the stagnant they've seen.
With eyes bright as the sun.
Someday they will venture.
Seeking more than dreams.
Only to return.