A game of poetry.....

[Xtokalon]

.......The conclusion? Innocent delusion, ending in heartache:

"man makes his move and attempts his charms"

:deb: // --> --> --> --> --> --> --> -->


O Tragedy, O Horror!

 

[Xtokalon]

-- I just want to love you dammit, be mine. MINE IS YOURS!!!! mine is youuuuurss!

:deb: --- no thanks psycho get lost, scram.



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:deb: (who was that dork? oh well)


(she was my everything, I would have died for her)


The sun set that day as things were
over heartache, over indifference, over tears.
Over time, over seasons, and revolutions though the years,
there has been but one truth lapping and receding on these shores:
when in doubt never cite opeth lyrics to a girl!!! (hahahahhaha- at least not the ones this guy has)


I have wayyyyy too much time on my hands!!

 

[HoserHellspawn]

< Applauds X's epic graphic poem trilogy >

'twas a stirring tale of the trials an tribulations of every man, a cartoony, round-faced microcosm of the eternal state of human intergender relations, with an unforgettable, wittily audience-targeted moral as it's stunning conclusion. I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me.

 

[demonfall]

Intensity, repose, circles, resistance, tomorrow
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This shell is fading into transparency.
Time is just another epoch where the
Intensity of life consists of daydreams,
Regrets, fantasies, reveries, and quiet hurt;
Where the resistance to mourning wilts
And circles in a cyclical rhythm ev’ry evening,
Bringing little repose and less tranquility.
Given in, submissive to the sorrow of the Void,
The mind has grown passive to belief in Satori,
As all meditation leads to further emptiness.
Coerced into understanding, the Void tells of the
Futility of all action, for there is only suffering.
As such, this shell claims naught but quiet hurt,
Seeking merely a warm place to rest and linger
Until the demise, both physical and psychological,
Is absolute.
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Whoa, see what two years away from writing produces, maudlin woe-is-me work. .... Kickass! Hopefully I can develop a groove here shortly, otherwise you're all gonna be subjected to crappy work like the above.

For the next work, the words are austere, blaze, fervent, paradigm, and scarlet...

 

[Xtokalon]

Thnx Hoser for the praise.

austere, blaze, fervent, paradigm, scarlet

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I never knew
what a simple kiss can do
from you who gave me my scarlet fever,
you who alighted my tommorows.
I who thought I'd be austere with my health,
stump out what dreams and expectations
were ablaze in my youth.
I who castrated fervor and
cloaked myself in morbid paradigms.

But then you who came and changed my ways.
You who came and enlightened my days,
filled it with wet kisses and honey hugs,
sincere "hellos" and warmer "goodbyes."
I who had forgotten the ways
of such strange manners,
I who was lost in your revolution.


words: nostalgia, breeze, August, days, neverending

 

[Duvall]

nostalgia, breeze, August, days, neverending

------
I proclaim you august,
my pedestaled deciduous autumn
curtained in a breeze
enrobed in your scent
everlasting
neverending
nostalgia flowing in
flooding out
envy, anger

days into my winter
lying, prostrate
at your immobile feet
so high above
my futile grasp
snow dancing
never touching
spinning, dodging
seeming
almost human

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Wow, that makes less sense than I thought it would. Hm. I need to get over this "mysterious" thing that's been plaguing my poetry.

ok, next five words, and let's keep this alive! I want to see WAY more poems!

gnash, bissect, frame, taunt, coiled

 

[Lakestream]

gnash, bissect, frame, taunt, coiled


Light shining from above
taunting those coiled in the dark
Thrashing through their humid world
and leaving its burning mark

Creatures gnashing their teeth
as the invader bisects their world
Leaving equal parts of false redemption and mockery
and their sights pallid and pearled

When the light has ceased to shine
all seems to be the same
The thief returned their painting,
but forgot to leave the frame.



The last two lines are a surprise huh ?


5 new words for someone to attack:

forsake, applaud, twist, concern, polite

 

[Lakestream]

come on, people !!

 

[Xtokalon]

forsake, applaud, twist, concern, polite

-----------------------------------

There was a rage to applaud you,
that night amidst twisted smiles,
exposed arms and necks,
affected charms and politeness,
where you found and
lost yourself in seering lights.
You imbibed this moment with one
deep sigh, one breath inward
followed by another sigh outward,
as though you had forsaken
your past and expelled your history
in the carbon dioxide and water
that will always be the same.

words: branches, sillouettes, trees, night, silence

 

[Duvall]

branches, silhouettes, trees, nights, silence

----------

your name spell'd
in the sunrise's
frost, scratch'd
by passing branches
on the window
through which
no light enters

and through which
no darkness escapes

anticipating
a move
awaiting
silhouettes
to break their silence
distract
in some way
from the rolling night

outside
trees dance,
casting umbral
reflections of your
face, contorting
distorting
uncoax'd
i move ahead
float past
into your cold arms

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Glad to see you revived this thread. Wish more people were into it, of course.

5 more words!

plough, eyes, sanctuary, lofty, spherical

 

[Xtokalon]

plough, eyes, sanctuary, lofty, spherical

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lofty spiritess drifting
in cemetaries dripping
moonlight, speckled with
sillouettes of starshine.
raven angel creeping towards me,
black eyes floating,
wavering in the air,
spherical cancellations
of my futile soul,
seering through
dark august horizons
and summer mist,
that felt just like a dream
there is no sanctuary
in the silence of fears
ploughing innocent dreams away,
no hope, no means of escape,
no will to scream and run away,
just her arms,
her wirey black hair,
her feetless figure
hovering past the graves
of men who died long ago,
about to witness their newest member,
enter her night bravely.

words: blight, macabre, gothic, screech, terror

 

[Duvall]

I don't have a poem for the 5 words.. but something else I wrote after a bizarre incident involving my visiting female friend sleepwalking and me not knowing she wasn't awake (git yer mind outta the gutter)

I scribbled this down at around 4am in almost total darkness.

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SOS (sadist or somnambulist)

rising
venturing
too hot, seeking the tepid
air in which I reside
my castle whose walls
you never wanted to breach
clamboring over
an extended hand
fingers so close to touching
they seem to bleed together
tapping a distress to verify

do words and lips dare the same
as the daring
shaking
tapping digits do?
--------------------------------------------------

it's bad. it was late. it was a bizarre experience. like some kind of supernatural tease. Damnit.

so someone now do one off X's words:
blight, macabre, gothic, screech, terror

Again, keep this alive. I like this a lot.

 

[HoserHellspawn]

blight, macabre, gothic, screech, terror
-------------------------------------------------

The pre-marked epitaph stands, and
relates the terror for all to see
The blood
the cries
the misfortunate fate
macabre visions stain its cold
almost gothic demeanor and
shroud the surroundings in it's blight
The screech of the forgotten is lost
one of millions
lonely
eternally crying out
from endless fields of grey

------------------------------------------------
taste, pack, monument, transcend, bitter

 

[Xtokalon]

I scribbled this down at around 4am in almost total darkness.

Heh, I knew you were a poetic psycho!

Anyway I'm glad someone resurrected this thread.

This means more awful poetry from me, muhhahahahahhaa!

But I love reading other's poems, especially when they are more skillled than mine. So keep them coming everyone! I really enjoy all the poems her. And Hoser nice job with the set of words I provided, you turned something potentially cheesy into a very classy narrative.

 

[Xtokalon]

taste, pack, monument, transcend, bitter

-----------------------------------

The shrine of loss smelled of incense,
bitter smoke that engulfed sacred skies,
fog caressing the earth,
touching many sorrows
went away by morning
and transcended its ancient monument
of dew and moist suffering,
leaving behind a still life.

Me an organism of many,
one of changing, shifting
packs of forgotten noise and rumble,
surviving earth on mobile legs,
the outgrowth of eternal processees
and tastes that remained behind,
lost and found, dissolved in horizons of tears,
melting in the sunset that graced your funeral.


words: nectar, april, ethereal, morning, orchid

 

[Lakestream]

words: nectar, april, ethereal, morning, orchid

-----------------------------------------------

This ethereal april morning
calmness everywhere
The scent of orchid's nectar
fills the languid air

Time has ceased to move
beneath this solar flare
Breath in the fresh and clean
and watch the pure and fair

The scent of orchid's nectar
fills the languid air
Time has ceased to move
beneath this solar flare

Breath in the fresh and clean
and watch the fair and pure
This ethereal april morning
Feel the beauty soar



I felt like reviving this thread
hope you don't mind

words: cruel, wasp, baying, flute, porcelain

 

[MarigoldInBloom]

Originally posted by Satori
***Impermanance***

Anticipate a focused state
Melding of love and hate
Light and dark fuse to form
Permanance as yet unborn.




I don't expect this to make much sense to very many people, but I thought I'd throw it in there anyway for something to do.

hail satan!

Satori

Hah, we have similar writing styles, both very odd, using lots of descriptive words.

First person I've ever met with a similar technique.

Read my Signature.

 

[Johan]

Originally posted by Lakestream
I felt like reviving this thread
hope you don't mind

words: cruel, wasp, baying, flute, porcelain

Don't mind at all.
I haven't written a poem using your words, but "porcelain" made me think of that I maybe should share a sonnet I wrote dedicated to WTC:

They stood; twin pillars over Mankind's pride,
As silent beings, greeting yet a dawn.
They filled themselves with lives, from side to side.
Oblivious if they be queen or pawn.

They stood, as sombre as can be, to hold
Both life and death within their steel-clad shells.
And season after season, all untold,
With silent steps had strode towards farewells.

Two shots were aimed, two bullets in their heart.
They fell with screams of anguish, screams in vain.
Those screams their last goodbye, as they depart.
The steel and stone destroyed like porcelain.

With numbness in our minds we watch this earth
Throw all its sense and pride unto the hearth

 

[Lakestream]

come on people !!

someone use these words:

cruel, wasp, baying, flute, porcelain

 

[Sadistik]

I;m in a giving mood....I've never shared my song lyrics before...but here is one I wrote about the feelings autumn used to give me when I lived in places with cold weather (not here in SoCal, obviously). As this is a lyric, forgive the repeating themes/phrases...no laughing please....I actually wrote really heavy, epic music for this, with dual guitar harmonies and acoustic leads......

*Returning*

Winter's coming
and I feel the cold in my soul
Summer is so distant now
though it seems as though moments ago
are now an eternity away

A slight chill in the air
a feeling of anticipation
it win't be long now
until summer's fully gone

The leaves are changing, falling away
the air is alive with the coming storm
The breeze blows electric
as winter takes it form

Winter is on the horizon
but autumn is burning red
closed eyes, whispered prayers
for seasons now dead

Winter is here again
and autumn burns no more
breath fills the air
ghostly evidence
That I am still here

The leaves are changing, falling away
the day is filled with a white cold glow
breeze blows electric
as winter takes control