On-the-spot Poetry

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

I would love to start this idea!

Every time someone comes on here they just start writing a short or long (any sized) poem just on the spot!

No preparation!

No planning!

Just imagination and inspiration, and seeing where it will take you!

I'll start:



The gusts of winter went to war,
all around the year.

Each and every miracle,
Escape was out of fear.

In autumn when the gust blew,
It would shake and tremble there.

In summer at its warmest on the fringes of the world,
It's winter at the center, and the crying little bird,
Is losing hope for many weeks,
And is dying out of thirst.

But the rains will be avenged,
And the bird will be set free.
For the glory of the spring,
And the nights of selfish glee.

Ha!

I never professed to be a poet...

[Un'Anima Persa]

interesting, Ill give it a go, then.




We'd better get going,
No time to delay.
We'll go without packing,
For our thoughts are astray.

They're screaming, they're yelling,
We are safe no more.
Now I fear now its to late.
"GET DOWN TO THE FLOOR!"

So to the floor, we dropped.
"LAY STILL! DONT MAKE A MOVE!"
For hours we laid,
Our fearfulness proved.

"Bang. Bang. Boom."
All around us we're falling.
They took our possesions,
And I inched toward my darling.

I made my way there,
And I held her hand.
We stayed silent though,
For it was their command.

My lips touched hers,
For one last time...
They shot her and then me,
To them our love was our crime.

She died in my arms,
But we died together,
And to gether we lived,
In heaven forever.








(that was about the Holocaust. I'm doing history review. I just read more of Night... I was thinking about this. please excuse any spelling errors..)

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

Hmm.



Each and every moment,
In our lives is of some meaning,
For the rituals of darkness,
Don't ignore that harshest crime.

What goes around,
Shall come around.

What prospers,
Shall perish.

Alas, the crimes of our seniors,
Will haunt us to our death.

Time will keep on passing,
Life will keep on going.
Clocks will keep on ticking,
And waves will keep on rolling.

But you shall hear the voices,
Swirling in the mist.
You shall hear the voices,
Calling out for help.

Each and every moment,
Will decide the fate of others.
What they do with us,
And what we do for you.



Interesting what you can come up with...

[Scarlet Lioness]

Hmmm..sounds fun!!!

I need to write a poem
but I cannot think of one.
I hope inspiration comes soon
before my page is done.

I put my pen to paper
but I cannot think of one.
Oh! Please help me Lord,
this really isn't fun.

I'm into verse three
but I still can't think of one.
This writing is pathetic
no prizes will be won.

Well now I'm getting desperate
but I still can't think of one.
I might as well admit defeat,
and call this poem done.

haha, i wrote something like this 2 years ago...So I decided I'll try and think of one like this...and change it a bit...

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

Cool!

There was a boy from York,
Who didn't eat his pork.
The health inspectors came, and found he had no brain,
And that was the end of the dork.

[Scarlet Lioness]

There once was a girl from Dundee,
Who ate garden worms for her tea,
They wriggled and poked, so much that she choked,
that she died in immense agony...

[Un'Anima Persa]

ARGH!
I can't sleep.
Your words,
Are eating away
At my pride.
Your intense glare,
Is etched in my mind.
What have I done,
To anger you?
I saved you,
From a life of torment.
Blood is thicker than water, eh?
Well my blood,
Is getting pretty thin about now.
I believe it was you...
Yes. It was you.
You are the one,
You and her,
You are the two...
The two that have caused it,
Have caused the death inside of me,
The two that have cause me to be,
Un'Anima Persa.

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

1, 2, 3, 4,
I will find the shopping store.
5, 6, 7, 8,
I will not be late!


..

Yeah!...

[Un'Anima Persa]

I'm stuck on a line,
I'm stuck with a word.
I can't find the rhyme,
I can't find the worth.
I'm stuck on a line,
This line on a block,
This block is a crime,
But this crime is no shock.

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

Broomsticks and Owls,
Sheep, pigs and cows!

(...)

[Un'Anima Persa]

"Speak."
But I have nothing to say.
"Eat."
But nothing can fill my hunger.
"Run."
But I've nothing to run for.
"Hide."
But I lack the pride to to do so.
"Love."
But there is no one to love me back.
"Live"
But there are so many reasons to die.

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

At the end there is nothing,
For the one that refuses,
To feel that they're alive,
And tells them that they're dead.

Inside we wish,
For a guide to help us,
But it doesn't work out,
When you find yourself alone.

[Un'Anima Persa]

Alive and alone,
But hoping for dead...
The light unside has left me,
And my beaten soul has fled.

Is anyone out there listening?
Does anyone out there care?
Can't you see that my sanity is missing?
Don't you realize you've never been there?

So I have painted my world black,
For this way I see less pain.
love is such a thing to lack...
Yet something I'll never gain.

[Phoenix in the Ashes]

Nice.



Rainbows were never truly meant to be looked at,
But through.
Prisms are the unofficial beakons of life,
For we wouldn't be human without light.

The small.

The large.

There are nothing.

Without the eternal power and the torch of our world.

[Un'Anima Persa]

Have you ever watched a kiss,
Melt before your eyes?
Or see what would've been bliss
Caught up in a lie?