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Kitty
Its very simple, someone says a line of poetry. You can quote something or make something up or steal a line of poetry from someone else. So you say your line of poetry, and the next person writes the next line of poetry.

Hopefully it will pick up @.@; I've tried it here before and it didnt.

I'll start. This is from The News of the Pheonix by A.J.M. Smith


They say the Pheonix is dying, some say dead
froggle-rock
Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
You ring?" Said the Piggy, I will.
Dreams On Hiatus
[and] quoth the Raven, Nevermore.
Gothymothy girl
It hath fallen away, fallen to the depths of Hell and beyond. . .
acid_rain_child
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,

(Had to get Raleigh in there)
Gothymothy girl
They, die, cry, sigh; then live again and again.
gothictheysay
So I scribbled out the remnants of tomorrow's forgiven jewels,
{Gothic Angel}
Burning bright, In the forest of the night.

(See! See! It flows from the last post! I are a genius! With a capital J! biggrin.gif)
Kitty
I'm staying out of this one. It hurts my brain. I'm just organizing it for you

They say the Pheonix is dying, some say dead
Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
You ring?" Said the Piggy, I will.
[and] quoth the Raven, Nevermore.
It hath fallen away, fallen to the depths of Hell and beyond. . .
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
They, die, cry, sigh; then live again and again
So I scribbled out the remnants of tomorrow's forgiven jewels,
Burning bright, In the forest of the night.
acid_rain_child
New stanza!

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black,

(Got the Raleigh and the Silverstein... *twitch* must spread word... of good...po---etry... *twitch)
DoRmAnt
love is like a red, red rose
Kitty
(( So what is this Raleigh and Silverstein? I'm not big on reading poetry unless someone I know has written it or someone hands it to me and says "Read."))
Gothymothy girl
Although the red of the rose is my blood drawn from the thorns on the stem;
acid_rain_child
QUOTE
(( So what is this Raleigh and Silverstein? I'm not big on reading poetry unless someone I know has written it or someone hands it to me and says "Read."))


Muahahaha... it is my chance to convert yet another!!!!

*Giant poof of smoke and lightening*

Um, well, Sir Walter Raleigh wrote one of my favorite poems, The Lie, and a couple other keepers. I like him a lot.

Shel Silverstein was most famous for his children's books (Falling Up, Where the Sidewalk Ends, The Giving Tree, etc.) but has written some stuff on the side. He died a couple years back, which actually made me cry.

If I wasn't so lazy, I'd give you links to them, but all you have to do is type their names into google. It's pretty good stuff, I couldn't see anyone NOT liking it.
Kitty
Haha, thanks rain child. I've acctually read the Giving Tree.... once. I didnt know he wrote it though. Bad me. I'll go look up the poems and stuff once I get the time and I dont feel so lazy!

Just trying to help keep organized....

They say the Pheonix is dying, some say dead
Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
You ring?" Said the Piggy, I will.
[and] quoth the Raven, Nevermore.
It hath fallen away, fallen to the depths of Hell and beyond. . .
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
They, die, cry, sigh; then live again and again
So I scribbled out the remnants of tomorrow's forgiven jewels,
Burning bright, In the forest of the night.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black,
love is like a red, red rose
Although the red of the rose is my blood drawn from the thorns on the stem;
eternallybored
Tis red, nonetheless, and it burns in my heart,
Gothymothy girl
Flames rise then settle as I die inside;
{Gothic Angel}
I die in joy, as the rose, like my love, drains my blood
DoRmAnt
while closing our caskets cold and tight
mooooooooooopo
the cold wind of regret blows through our hearts
DoRmAnt
into the light of a dark black night
froggle-rock
and death I think is no parentasis
acid_rain_child
They say the Pheonix is dying, some say dead
Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
You ring?" Said the Piggy, I will.
[and] quoth the Raven, Nevermore.
It hath fallen away, fallen to the depths of Hell and beyond. . .
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
They, die, cry, sigh; then live again and again
So I scribbled out the remnants of tomorrow's forgiven jewels,
Burning bright, In the forest of the night.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black,
love is like a red, red rose
Although the red of the rose is my blood drawn from the thorns on the stem;
Tis red, nonetheless, and it burns in my heart,
Flames rise then settle as I die inside;
I die in joy, as the rose, like my love, drains my blood
while closing our caskets cold and tight
the cold wind of regret blows through our hearts
into the light of a dark black night
and death I think is no parentasis

New stanza anyone?
froggle-rock
Washing away the foot prints of ingnorance
DoRmAnt
if you drink, may it be with me
froggle-rock
for that is true beauty
DoRmAnt
strangely, i feel new
froggle-rock
then I looked in the mirror
DoRmAnt
but he the is wise keeps it calm to the last
froggle-rock
ummm said she)
DoRmAnt
low, low, low
eleraama
lower than the basest mortal
Hyperion
and yet greater than the ocean's breadth
DoRmAnt
grab it with both hands
karismaklysm
They say the Pheonix is dying, some say dead
Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
You ring?" Said the Piggy, I will.
[and] quoth the Raven, Nevermore.
It hath fallen away, fallen to the depths of Hell and beyond. . .
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
They, die, cry, sigh; then live again and again
So I scribbled out the remnants of tomorrow's forgiven jewels,
Burning bright, In the forest of the night.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black,
love is like a red, red rose
Although the red of the rose is my blood drawn from the thorns on the stem;
Tis red, nonetheless, and it burns in my heart,
Flames rise then settle as I die inside;
I die in joy, as the rose, like my love, drains my blood
while closing our caskets cold and tight
the cold wind of regret blows through our hearts
into the light of a dark black night
and death I think is no parentasis

Washing away the foot prints of ignorance
if you drink, may it be with me
for that is true beauty
strangely, i feel new
then I looked in the mirror
but he the is wise keeps it calm to the last
ummm said she
low, low, low
lower than the basest mortal
and yet greater than the ocean's breadth

grab it with both hands
(and i add:) and keep fast against the strains of fortune
gothictheysay
while fate hides to strike at dawn
Gothymothy girl
and Death flutters overhead
mooooooooooopo
awash with lust for the kill
Gothymothy girl
and qa wanting for blood so strong
DoRmAnt
who's gonna have your back when it's all done
mothe
you can never ever know;
DoRmAnt
isn't it something?
mothe
How can one tell;
kidvicious2punk
if one is blinded by such erm...tapestries..
mothe
What can you say if it's true?
The.Wheezing.Ghost
"he just stood there and stared not living or dead."

(Tim Burton, Robot Boy)
mothe
Love is the gun seperating me from you,
Gothymothy girl
The sacrament of love
the lil' pie fairy
worn proudly in full view

??
-Kurt
Thou doth not understandouth thy game.
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