A Poetry Chain
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- Creatures • Trade
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Re: A Poetry Chain
Falling leaves
Settling on the still waters of a lake
From a tree overlooking a sunset
That once
Upon a time
Someone saw
And they laughed
With a long lost friend
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Write about bombs
Settling on the still waters of a lake
From a tree overlooking a sunset
That once
Upon a time
Someone saw
And they laughed
With a long lost friend
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Write about bombs
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Re: A Poetry Chain
a scream upon the horizon
as they realize there is nothing to be done
a rain of metal and fury
as the world becomes undone
write about knights.
as they realize there is nothing to be done
a rain of metal and fury
as the world becomes undone
write about knights.
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- MagiStream Donor
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Re: A Poetry Chain
Swords and shields gleaming under sunlight
The marching sends people fleeing
The red painted cross upon their shields a warning to all who oppose
Knights look ahead,
never faltering
never stopping
One goal in mind
To protect their kingdom and all those within it
Struck down on the battle field
Sinking away into the earth
Even Knights fall
Write about ducks
The marching sends people fleeing
The red painted cross upon their shields a warning to all who oppose
Knights look ahead,
never faltering
never stopping
One goal in mind
To protect their kingdom and all those within it
Struck down on the battle field
Sinking away into the earth
Even Knights fall
Write about ducks
Re: A Poetry Chain
The sound of a plop tickles your ears
As the questionable material underfoot
Coats itself on the bottom of your shoes
Green, sticky
You peel it from the bottom, but
You are interrupted by a sound
Like… squeaking rubber? A very convincing hand-fart?
No, the sound of a mother duck,
Followed by a cacophony of little quacks
And a series of tiny plops
You watch as they paddle out into the pond
And peel the remaining poo off your shoe.
Write about the first time you did something.
As the questionable material underfoot
Coats itself on the bottom of your shoes
Green, sticky
You peel it from the bottom, but
You are interrupted by a sound
Like… squeaking rubber? A very convincing hand-fart?
No, the sound of a mother duck,
Followed by a cacophony of little quacks
And a series of tiny plops
You watch as they paddle out into the pond
And peel the remaining poo off your shoe.
Write about the first time you did something.
Re: A Poetry Chain
The first time I drove
I was anxious and scared
We started to move
And I was so unprepared
I started to shake
And slammed on the brakes
And laughed when my mother just stared.
write about a holiday
I was anxious and scared
We started to move
And I was so unprepared
I started to shake
And slammed on the brakes
And laughed when my mother just stared.
write about a holiday
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- Creatures • Trade
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Re: A Poetry Chain
Here we are,
Poised at the ready
Here they are,
Children are giddy
Here you are,
Ready for trick-or-treating.
Write about your kitchen.
Poised at the ready
Here they are,
Children are giddy
Here you are,
Ready for trick-or-treating.
Write about your kitchen.
Re: A Poetry Chain
The whole place is sticky,
Saturated in juice and
buzzing with the hovering wings of hundreds of fruit flies,
This kitchen has seen hell,
It's wooden floor have soaked in sadness
and the space feels too big for the things in it,
To small for the things said in it,
Too much and too little all at once,
What an odd place.
Write about your childhood home
Saturated in juice and
buzzing with the hovering wings of hundreds of fruit flies,
This kitchen has seen hell,
It's wooden floor have soaked in sadness
and the space feels too big for the things in it,
To small for the things said in it,
Too much and too little all at once,
What an odd place.
Write about your childhood home
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- Creatures • Trade
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Re: A Poetry Chain
it was ten years ago
playing in the dirt
and sand
eating wild blackberries
that grew around the
house while
our parents watched
we laughed and played
imagined
dreamed
what happened
Write about dogs
playing in the dirt
and sand
eating wild blackberries
that grew around the
house while
our parents watched
we laughed and played
imagined
dreamed
what happened
Write about dogs
CG: THE WORST IS YET TO COME.
CG: FOR YOU.
CG: FOR YOU.
Re: A Poetry Chain
Fleeting moments that last forever
Cheery eyes that don't judge,
Paws flying when we play
Missing those moments when they pass away.
Write about foxes (please don't quote what does the fox say)
Cheery eyes that don't judge,
Paws flying when we play
Missing those moments when they pass away.
Write about foxes (please don't quote what does the fox say)
Re: A Poetry Chain
I saw a fox yesterday,
Spread out across the side of the road in a crescent of fire,
Head rested on its paws, mouth open,
It looked like it was asleep. Merely resting.
There on the side of the road.
I returned for it the next day,
Prepared to give it a proper resting place,
prepared to lay it's body down someplace quiet,
to weave flowers into its fur.
To give a proper resting place to a forest god. A trickster spirit.
But it was not there curled up on the side of the road.
It was as if the fox had never been there.
As if it had simply woken up from its nap and walked away.
Write about someone you wanted to be friends with but never were
Spread out across the side of the road in a crescent of fire,
Head rested on its paws, mouth open,
It looked like it was asleep. Merely resting.
There on the side of the road.
I returned for it the next day,
Prepared to give it a proper resting place,
prepared to lay it's body down someplace quiet,
to weave flowers into its fur.
To give a proper resting place to a forest god. A trickster spirit.
But it was not there curled up on the side of the road.
It was as if the fox had never been there.
As if it had simply woken up from its nap and walked away.
Write about someone you wanted to be friends with but never were