I have no idea what that name is, but I have an idea for us energetic and bored or even those who are currently witnessing writer's block! Let's play a thread game! We write poems based on the previous person's poem. If you find some sort of loose connection, paint a picture for the next person...
"Lonely"
Lonely
Are you lonely?
Taking up arms and
Revolving around slowly
Painting a picture of
Mans duality between
Purity, golden-holy
Opportunities
No one told me
Grow up fast
Or grow up slowly
Romance is only an option for
Groups of people who vow away similarities
In hopes that the...
“Ingrained”
Oh Socrates, I must ask for aid!
This tree is beautiful, I must take its leaves
Oh Socrates, I must ask for aid!
This tree is youthful, it's got so much bark for fire
Oh Socrates, I ask for wisdom!
The tree is dripping with sap and throwing away seeds
Oh Socrates, I ask for...
In response to a lit club prompt "witching hour" during October:
"Witches Brew"
I solemnly swear to your uncle
I'll fluidly peel his knee socket and
Rip ligament from his bone jointed
I wonder how it must present when
The blistering boils your skin bundles
Little hairs will make the...
"World Eater"
Honesty's fall has sacked intrinsic personality
The taste of unwashed anxiety
Immensely desiring to pray upon the strong
For I would never ever get along
With the thoughts of noses painted brown
And people who lick top grain Lucchese bottoms
To tell me about a world in...
HELLO RPNATION! I am going to make this new Megathread to attach my poems to it as to not clog up the writing section with separate posts lol.
I will post my poetry here in hopes you all enjoy it! Maybe you can gain some inspiration from them! Thanks!
With love,
Tristan S.
Sands of Fears
“Hammerfell is an unforgiving land of viper-hands and convoluted royalty. The sands of the Alik’r have everything to do with driving my people mad, and even moreso to do with the Satakals. Yokuda used to be our home, home of the Redguards, but even the deserts there were not...
They just vanished, into thin air. Once the smoke cleared they were gone. I wonder if they still dream in words, with fluttering syntax? Sleep well, Skele-durge. Your slumber must be peaceful.
PRE-STORY NOTE: I am not sure which final draft this is, as there were three(one before submitting, one after, and one after the editor of the student magazine edited it), so apologies if there are typos or weird grammar/ syntax errors. I hope you enjoy it, ONWARD! <3
Chapter: Canis Major...
CHAPTER 1:
A god weeps at the idea of the souls in the sand who must witness the revelation of the light through the darkness. The eyes pierce from the galaxy into Uriel’s kind. Waiting. Watching. Hoping. Enumerated the prowess to pray upon the strong, for the weak may suffer no more.
However...