Let's Play A Game, A Poetry Game
 

The Poetry Game:
The rules of this game are quite simple. However, playing it requires a little bit of thought. But, as you are all in the literature section, I'm assuming you are very good with words, and quick of wit as well.

Figure out what the poem above you is describing, explain briefly why you believe that is the object they're describing, then write your own poem using a noun or a thought, a subject of some sort, from the previous poem. You can change the viewpoint on things a bit, but try to make it so that others can still guesstimate what you're talking about, or who you're talking about? :)

I think it would be interesting to see what people think the subjects are of the previous poems, simply because each individual interprests things differently.


EDIT - By Seito

Please note that if you post a poem here and wish to post it again in your poem thread to quote one or the other. If it is found that you have posted your poems twice, one shall be quoted and gold will be removed from your account. If this problem persist, it will result in the locking of this thread and a warning from the mods. Thank you.

I percieved a bat. Wings and snout, and love of night.
And now mine:


Starry sky
Moon at peak
Heard are howls
That mourners speak

Bright is she
So high above
With face fair
Like wings of dove

Dark encompass
Rarely broken
Wakend are we
When sleep’s a token

I saw a coyote, hearing the wolves howling, mourning lack of a pack to howl with.

Darkest blanket
blaring silence
the sun so bright
but night call sank it

caramel pelt
wet nose snuffling
loners lament
the quiet so muffling

howling neighbor
joined by others
a chorus of instinct
does me no favor

Heart wrenching yearning
inner self critique
I feel compelled to join them
I still have much learning

For I am a loner
the name speaks all
I may run on four legs
But come moon, I cannot call

I saw the moon... an eternally returning blanket of dark

So rarely do you bloom
you vision of life
some say your coming brings naught but doom
a sign of coming strife

I see a sign
but not one of trouble
nothing to signal an oncoming plauge
nothing to be buried by rubble

I see the moon,
held high in the sky
darkness to end soon
soon to leave with a sigh

This eternal blanket of dark
vivid purple flower so bright
standing out like a lark
among high flying kites

Posies. They were thought to cause the plague and they don't bloom for very long.

Withered limbs and gnarled hands
Fallen follicles that grace my back
Whispering secrets in my ears
And Whistling a solemn tune

Made me remember my school years really...not that far away....like a pain on my stomach for some reason

Bad Influence


She was the gender of the child-bearing
But had the ill-temper of a man
A tongue of a sailor
With actions of a savage beast
Upon her coming
The fruit of Eden was picked
Deeds of sour sins committed
And on Lucifer’s lips a grin
Though orphaned
Her mother was published
As entropy
Her father, chaos
She was the darkest shade of despair
Yet innocence glinted in her eyes
Smothered by the bleak truth
She, the beautiful disaster
Heaven would not have her -
The broken soldier
Hell yearned for her
And Earth was blinded by her riven beauty
She, known only as the wicked stranger
Walked upon the streets of loneliness
Fighting the curse of her corrupted soul
Of her besmirched paths

I feel the dark by my side
Not a word that I can hide
It can even take away my pride
One thing it cant take it is my unending heart
I knew that from the very start
For all my loved one I will never part
Like a bullet through my head
Watching you die on that cold stark bed
My heart suddnely stopped
All the vessels in my body popped
You were dead
The last words you said,
Dont let the evil get in your heart
She said that but i already knew that from the start

I like this poem
made it on the spot :3

^ This poem sounds like sunshine.

Here's mine:
My darkest hour
crept through soul and heart
my life pouring out through the cracks
endlessly falling without hope
then a hand caught me
brought me up on wings of gold
eyes and words bringing back the light
and while the past cannot be forgotten
the future is now full of endless possibility

I would definitely say a journal. That's what I saw, at least.

Okay, here goes!

I'd pluck you from the sky, my little dear,
and whisper soft and lowly in your ear
these iridescent dreams that I hold near.

You'd shimmer on the fingers of my hand
your dust would fall upon my palm like sand.
Oh, could you bear this burden, large and grand?

I'd let you go, and rather like a dove
you'd fly into the lim'tless night above
borne on the wings of pain and loss and love.

(well, it seems like this thread is dead, but I like the idea.)

I saw a fairy, because of the flying references, and also the "dust" as in pixie dust. >w< Cute poem, by the way! Oh, and I thought you might need a haiku here. (:

You, muscles tightened
gone in a grassy embrace
fur sleek in the wind

I thought a majestic animal out in the wintery cold.

Shivering fear beneath the moon
In crystal gazes smooth and cold
To be a wandering in the sky
To fly away and be so bold

We could have told another tale
But words of fear were far to fair
And when dawn arrives we see
That justice as come as a prayer

They see their fears played before
As they try to take the restful sleep
As wandering thoughts come to rest
Though the fears have delved too deep.

(Close! It was a star, not a fairy. Your haiku is pretty, though, too!)

It's snow? *shot*

Let me think....

You look around the world, and you will see
that I myself have siblings num'bring three;

We toss our treasures to the shores for mortals
and with our great hands pull back to this portal.

We are the sky to creatures great and small,
our size proportionate to the moon's call.

And though we speak in whispers, we're polite.
We gesture both our greetings and goodbyes.


What am I?

Ahh...I keep thinking it's a mythology creature, or creatures. But, since I lack the knowledge on mythology that my friend possesses, I can't give a specific name.

Journey to seek a wealth beyond human imagination
Out of the usual comforts and over the edge.
Urges to seek adventure never quenched
Riddle solving in the dark
Neglected period of Faeries, goblins, dwarves, and elves.
Extravagant tale of Dragons and Battles
Youthful adventure never to be forgotten.

[@Kaja-nime: I don't think I was doing it about snow, and ironically enough I don't even remember the subject matter. I think it was fear]

Thought on previous poem: A hard worker who tends to save by going to the bargain bin [good alliteration]

To be born again
Or just to live
Is a question
We must linger on
Such sweet deciding
Thoughts arise
When all the world
Comes anew.

It sounds like the poem is about deciding.

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One second I can be unique,
another second like the rest.

I am born from the cold,
from that land up above.

Friend of winter,
enemy of Summer.

First stanza, first line: I get a lock and key
Last stanza I get a fairy tale somehow
So a Haven.

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Smooth and polar
Conforming and soothing
A wonder we all
Need it so much

At first I thought hunting but now it's making me think of seagulls. Mainly because of the last two lines; there are tons of seagulls and you can run after them and they'll just walk away.

Colours I perceive beyond your sight
I sit in the trees and often take flight
With peeps and chirps and whistles too
It is not uncommon to find me in a zoo
But not just any am I that you will see around
Once I have it I will stick with the love I found

I'm thinking maybe a Parrot of some type... since if I remember right they mate for life, and they're kinda common in zoos :) --- How close was I? ^^

My poetic riddle:

Glowing brightly up so high
How is it you reach the sky?
I gaze up and see you fly
During the daylight oh so shy

You shimmers lightly every night
Dusk to dawn you take flight
Able to be seen alright
Until the sun is in sight