The poetry game is very easy: A topic is suggested, and then the next person to post has to write a poem on that topic.

The subject can be simple or complex. The poem can be short (3-4 lines) or long. You should make a good attempt not to use the subject word or phrase in the poem (although sometimes admittedly this not possible).

Then once you have written a poem about someone else's topic, you suggest a topic for the next person.

Here is an example:

The topic suggested by the last person is: Bread.

The kitchen cupboard gained a certain smell.
So I searched, found something--though it was very hard to tell
What this object was; lumpy, gray and green.
I took it out. The word "Rainbo" on the wrapper
Was the only clue I had to what this thing formerly had been.

Next topic: No parking (so the next person to post writes a short or long poem on the subject of "no parking", trying to avoid using the phrase "no parking" in the poem, if possible)

yours in Chaos, Scarlett

what's that on your windshield?
a ticket i see
next time use the meter
this street's not free




next: clock

LOL.

(Clock.)

Lacking one letter only
He wakes me up more thoroughly.
No hands or numbers
and makes no gentle ticking sounds.
Aye, but I could strangle him!

The neighbor's rooster, that is.
But he's suck a handsome c0ck.

Next topic: Old paintbrushes.

between a hard place
and a rock (tick tock)
searching the laundry
for a sock (tick tock)
i have to be at work soon
and punch the clock (tick tock)




next: Dogs
oops

attempt: old paintbrushes AND Dogs

I have no use for this thing
splattered blue and green,
I haven't made art in years,
it just sits in a tureen.
I throw it out the window,
but it comes back to me,
covered in drool, but whole,
I guess Fido has different plans for me.

oops forgot the next subject...


spaghetti!

slurp, slurp, slurp
damm, this was my best shirt
oh well
slurp, slurp, slurp



next: Rain

(Rain)

My umbrella only spreads its bat wings
With resentment into a dusty blaze.
It trails behind with woeful flapping in humid weather,
And never feels a single droplet on its face.

Next topic: Laundry mishap.

(Laundry Mishap)

My undergarments stained in brown
I kept them hid from the crowd around
with torn and ragged edges
they looked like filthy rags

I snuck them to the dryer
where I met the pretty girl
I closed the door just in time
as she looked at me and smiled

Her garments were so slinky
they appeared as if brand new
she slipped them in the dryer next to mine

We talked a spell
and it was swell
her smile was like a rainbow

My drier stop
and she looked at me
and said so sweetly
"I'll help you fold"

My mind was light a lighting storm
as I crack the dryer open
I reached inside and quickly said,
"Oops! Not dry yet!"
then flipped some coins into the slot

We talked some more
till her dryer quit
I offered to help her fold
she blushed a bit and said "Ok'
I could see that she was bold

We laugh a lot as I help her fold
her clean and slinky undergarments
and then we talked as she refolded
the ones that I had touched

Again my dryer stopped
my heart sank with much despair
things had gone so well till now
Why didn't I buy new underwear!?

She went to buy a candy bar
So I shoved my briefs into a basket
then covered them over with a bathing towel
and gave a sigh of relief

When she returned we talked some more
and we made a date for dinner
I then drove home with a happy heart
until I unpacked my clothes!

My shirts where there
and so were my jeans
and my towels and bedclothes too
But instead of my dark stained underwear
I had a basket of silky panties!
And dinner date to boot!


Next Topic: Candlelight Dinner

Ever burn a candle at both ends?
Yeah me neither, but they say it’s the fastest way to burn.
I wish this candle had been burnt at both ends.
Then it wouldn’t have taken me so long to learn.
That you weren’t coming, you never intended to.
That even though this was all for you,
It didn’t matter, a candle light dinner wasted.
I didn’t even get a chance to see how the wine tasted.

Candlight Dinner Haiku Poem

The light around us
Bringing me close to his eyes
Never will I leave

Love Haikus!

The Japanese Poets,
they have this style.
Me, I can't wrap my brain
around it - can't come
within a mile.

For those who can,
I loudly applaud.


Moral Dilemma

^^^that's awesome!

(moral dilemma)

This crisis of conscience
revolves clanging in my head.
Should I just shoot this guy who shot my dog
or torture him for awhile instead?

Next topic: Snow in the forecast.

^^^^^^my jaw dropped on this one, then I couldn't help chuckling in appreciation.

TP's erected.
I warily glance at the
clouds gathering above
as I warm my sewing sinew
in my mouth.
Blowing on fingers
too chilled to cooperate.
Rhythm of the bone needle
soothes me.
Yes, buffalo robe finished in time,
as the wind picks up and flakes
begin to fall.


Hmmm, topic, topic, Oh, "dancing squirrels".

There once was a little squirrel
Playing in the trees
Watching all the pretty leaves
Swaying in the breeze
When along came a man
He was riding on a donkey
With him was his friend the monkey
He gave the squirrel a glance
So the squirrel began to dance
He went up and down
round and round
Twisted
Jumped
And twirled
He two-stepped to the left
And bee-booped to the right
He was so happy
He danced late into the night..





next topic.....Eagles Flight

damn banana!!!!!!

J-u-m-p!

Wings out

FLLLLap, FLLLLap, FLLLLap

body automatically swings into position.

A couple more POWER

PACKED

STROKES of WINGS

and


ahhhhhh,


S----oar--------ing aloft.

C~u~r~r~e~n~t~s billow beneath my gli-------ide!

Whoops, forgot a topic: Check, Pleaseeeeeee!

OOOOOOOH!!! Come on,,, you can do better then that!!!

(check pleaseee)
This is, awkward.
She just walked in, the one I never wanted to see in person.
This is Horrible.
She just walked in, the one that ripped your heart out.
This is my battle.
I spent months repairing you brining you back to being a real person.
This is too much.
Too much for you to handle, a dinner wasted. (again.)
This is over
Check please
Next topic acoustic guitars

I like to hum your strings
The touch of them in my mind
Drives me crazy at times the



Way you sound in my head
As i bend my will and mind
To put you in this Place
I can feel you with all
My heart as my fingers
strum all the right part's



With the sounds i only
Hear in my mind of a goddess
On fire with my passions
And desires for you are
Piece of mind my lover
My friend i play you
In the dark when i am sad
You know the sounds to make
all the time the drive me
Crazy in my mind you are
My acoustic guitar and i will
Play you hard. And in my closet
There are many more acoustic guitars
To be heard with only the sounds


Of my love for them ............................Fox






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