Challange me
Hey there. This'll sound arrogant, I know, but I need a worthy challenge to my minds poetic talents. I tired of just writing what comes to mind, and I'd like to try and write what just pops into OTHER peoples minds. This is relatively simple. Give me something, like a word, a concept, a picture, an emotion, a story, anything! And I vow, within two days, if I haven't come up with a halfway decent poem, I will bow to the power of the one who set the challenge. I can work on more than one at a time, so feel free to fire away. I will request that each person only set one challenge at a time. Once I write a poem for your challenge, you can send me another one!
Thanks for playing with me, let the challenges roll! (Note: My spelling sux and I know it, so please don't bug me about it...) |
This is interesting. :D
I'm currently infatuated with a certain series, and it is influencing me with a lot of themes. But I'll give you a word instead. How about "Legends"? |
I'm feeling evil.
How about ketchup? xD |
Legends
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Of times past, we write these tales of heros and villans we remember with these stories these writings we remember forever these ones who write our histories these ones who are of Legend ---------- Quote:
Red and salty the perfect topping good on everything a berry a veggi a tasty little bit when bland food needs a little kick the only thing better than ketchup on food is ketchup plain and simple direct and pure |
Hm...Alright, I've got one. How about a phrase, will that work?
"Beaty is in the eye of the beholder." Let's see what you've got. ;D (p.s. I disagree with that poem. I despise ketchup. XD ) |
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Beauty, seen with the eye is not all there is to see From each ones mind a judgement is made Deep within, we can see what no other has ever seen For each mind is different as is each heart Behold not, what alone the eye sees and the true beauty before you will be revealed |
What? No more challanges? I feel sad.....I wanna write more! Even if you think me silly, I loooove writing! Pweese hewp me? My friends are all out of steam when it comes to random ideas.....
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Hockey, fishnet, sweat, lightbulbs, desert rainstorms, cell window shades, fluffy bathrobes and community college! That should keep you busy.
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now falls all around the anger of the gods in liquid torrents I look out through the windows in my little room this collage in the middle of of a war torn land my shades, like bars on a prison cell, close with a loud creak follows soon, the sound of my plush bathrobe falling from my shoulders like the rain outside my skin, still flush from the scorching shower, begins to sweat feeling the chill, I move to turn on a light with a pop, the lightbulbs all die, I am left in the dark searching blindly for my fishnets the game is tonight, and he exspects me, and I must go this game, not of my home, played on ice many times found one of those sharpend blades, pressed tight to my throat I do as I'm told, by this hockey playing foreigner My life in this small community My hell on this shattered earth...... *********** I decided to see if I could do a narrative poem, using all the words. How'd I do? I kinda had to do it that way. I did say one challange at a time, per person, and you landed me with that! If you want them seperate, you gonna hafta post'em seperate! What do you think? Sorry for the darness, I'm kinda mooding like that latly! |
HA! xD I actually really like it! I thought I'd throw you an odd one. The only thing you really couldn't make flow was the fishnets and/or the hockey, huh? Impressive.
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Thanks for the fun challange! I wasn't sure if you'd accept the changs to the exact subject, but I'm glad you liked it! Yeh, hockey was a tough one, but the fishnets seemed to fit with me. Well, have anything more for me? Or maybe, you can check out my Story I'm writing. "To Be A Knight" just got it's 2nd chapter, yay! I'll also be putting up my "Save Grargoth!" Story here, maybe open it up as a game here as well as on City of IF. If you like writing, you should check it out! cityofif.com is a great place for writers looking tot challange themselves!
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How about an idea like this : the day in the life of a shoe on a living room floor next to an entertainment system, a dog, and a bowl of green jello pudding on a coffee table ? :rofl:
I know,, it's such an awesomely amazing idea. *smug face* |
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With sound rattling from the speakers set right here beside me And the feel of the dog's fangs that sink deep inside me I do so much for those little feet but he is more interested in eating his meat A final sight I see before he turns off the light a bowel of green jello pudding left out for the night |
Sorry for not coming back in here sooner. xD
You are really good. I like and enjoyed what you've written for the challenges so far, particularly the one anaxilea gave you. :lol: There is one minor thing which is bugging me about your latest one, the "sound rattling". It's just personal nitpicking, but someone the imaginary of sound rattling is not doing it for me. Booming or resonating perhaps? For a new challenge... Garden, glasses and pillows in one. :P |
A young woman in love with a man, but not just any man. This is the man who killed her mother. She is completely infatuated with him and she has no clue how she knows him. But still she loves him, until she witnesses the murder of another young woman and has to decide between love or justice.
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I can't find them where are they? Gropeing helplessly I can't feel them is there no hope? I need my glasses I want to fly away without them I can't... Sobs rise in my throat no more spaceships no more anything... Standing I leave out of my garden and into my home. I can do nothing til they're found someone please help. I fall on to my bed nuzzling my pillow my thoughts drifting far. At least in my dreams I can still live free At least in my dreams I can still be me ---------- Quote:
when first she fell for him that it was by his cruel actions her mother was taken from her Many years ago with this very knife this outwardly kind man had taken her life No one knows just how many a woman lay dead because of him Nor can one imagine such thoughts so grim when looking at this man fit always with smiles and soft with the ladies with impecable wiles But no longer can she see that man as he turns to her in a movement so grand Blood on his shirt knife in his hand He begs her understanding the body chilling behind him her finger on send the cops at a push He promises love and life long devotion but can she belive him can she consider the notion? Trust in her heart or do what is right bring him down hard or live with the fright.... ---------- I thank you all for your challanges, and I hope you keep them comming. I'd like to thank my more difficult contributers, Missus Catastrophe, anaxilea, and Usuke! Congratz on sending my the brain teasers! I look forward to more, and I hope you are all finding these satisfactory. Salut! |
Oh, damn. That was good. Hmm.
New challenge: An awkward young man has always been unable to feel emotions. He feels empty inside. He searches and searches for what's missing in him. He is absolutely frantic with the fact that he just isn't like other people. One day he stumbles upon a girl who is what he feels should be perfect for him. He fakes emotions day-by-day and finally, he thinks he has found love. When he goes to tell the girl, she breaks up with him, informing him it's just too soon and she's not ready. He feels tightness in his chest and his body hurts. He thinks this is sadness, a broken heart. He yells that he loves her and HNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH!! He was wrong. It was just a heart atttack. Let's see what you can do with that. C: |
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Within me have I always felt devoid of life Hollow and empty without soul I feel nothing There must be somthing horribly wrong with me There must be somthing vital missing deep inside me I thought for at time that she would solve this A perfect match for me inside and out I pursued her as the books showed me how Day in and day out I put up a great act And finally it seems time to tell her how I feel But in that moment all falls down all around me Too fast, too soon, not ready she tells me Within me an ach begins pulling inside my chest With a sob I cry out those three little words I love you Praying the pain will lessen and the sadness lift Insted it gets stronger, knocking me to the ground And in these final moments I understand I've never felt anything and without feeling a heart simply can not go on |
Could you make a poem that fits this song? I mean, to sound very beautiful if you read the poem you'd make while listening to that song.
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My challenge : Written in iambic pentameter[Shakespeare style], a poem written through the eyes of an autistic child.
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Autum begins and I am left alone all around the leaves fall leaving color all about me I think of him and wait for him to return my heart for him my life for him In places all around the warmth can be found in tavern, in burrow, in stable people gathered together by fireside, in the dim light animals huddle close sharing warmth against the cold autum winds The nightengale calls on the crisp cool air calling him back to me where ever now he be Colder still the frozen rain falls the land becomes a white slate perhaps so all my begin again still clining to life the animals shiver against the winter's crippling touch the people gather close their loved one dear I sit alone in a field my cloak spread about me the only dark spot for miles around come summer these lands will once again be filled with life for now all is barren as is my heart as I yearn for him Once again, I hear the call the nightengale's song, so sweet I look to the east, and there I see the sun blush pink against the clouds and there against it's brilliant glow I see him returning Come back just as does too the warm spring rays unable to stand though I long to run to him I bow my head and weep thanking all the stars above for the return, of my love That's a beautiful song. I love it. I closed my eyes when first I listend to it, then I played it over and over while writing this. When finaly I watched the video, I was a bit shocked to see bits and peices of my poem in the slidsow. Truly, a lovely piece. ---------- Quote:
I ride along this bustling street Home bound where mother does wait for me Around me my friends sit, on their way home too To mothers and fathers who are waiting for them My stop is coming, so I pull the line Wait for the stop as I am always told I see mother's red hair out through the window I count the steps carful, so that I do not fall At the bottom I wave the bus out of sight Home now I am, time for dinner and games Then time for bed, and mom's kiss good-night Wow, took me back to school on this one. I had to look up the term, them pull out my copy of Hamlet! A had an even harder time picking what exactly to write about. I'm a psycologist, so when I think about autism, first thing that pops into my head, is, "What kind?" so I picked a young, high functioning kind of autistic person to see through the eyes of. Good challange, thanks! |
Try to make a poem where you can find as much words or phrases that rhyme with the word orange. What's more of a challenge may you ask? Try not to use the word door hinge. XD
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These thoughts of mine They make me cringe I've eaten too much I'm on a long binge My wife hands me a fruit I see it's an orange I throw it it far away I'd rather eat porridge I fight my mind's screaming It's voice sounds so foreign My bed calls to me to sleep And I drift off to the chorus :P That was fun. I can't wait to see what you throw at me next! |
Hmm... Describe the American state known as Carolina.
The words must rhyme with the word Carolina. North and south carolina may be acceptable, but you can't use both, only one, and you may only use that word once throughout the whole poem. *devious face* By the way, nicely done with the rhyming with the word orange. :yes: |
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Sorry for the delay. Report time in my department...Well, here we go! There is a place where no one will find ya this place is known as North Carolina With trees and grasses snakin' like a cobra through hills and streams like a runny prime'a and thick like cheap eye line'a And if you look hard perhaps you'll even find a cardinal in the trees or behind a dumpsta the waters are clear good place for a fisha that's all I know about this state yeh so that's all I'm sayin you poetry binda You really are putting me through the ringer dude. Way to go! |
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