the freestyle thread

Jeff · 04-25-2002, 06:28 PM

Remembrance

The banshee haunts
with quiet, chilling
she raises her voice
in quiet chilling
screams
the Ice Cold beams
of steel'ed spikes
that hold me captive even now
the tower's cold stone walls
keep not safe and not free
while dancing with the clouds
my remembrance banshee
memory
roguery
to let the ghosts
the banshees I have created
leave me in my tower of
Ice Cold Stone
is beyond my power
with the
unliftable stone I have created.
oh leave me alone!!
rememberance

leahsplace · 04-25-2002, 06:33 PM

sorry to disturb your game.

word: meaningless

Jeff · 04-25-2002, 06:34 PM

I was just kidding.

::hug::

tropicana · 04-25-2002, 06:38 PM

A gentle band of silver,
Glitters 'round my foot,
It makes not noise,
Nor taste nor smell,
So not you, but only I can tell,
It hasn't fallen off.

^_^

Jeff · 04-25-2002, 06:40 PM

People. The point of this game is to expand your mind when it comes to writing topics. Doing a poem about your own word defeats the purpose. You do a poem on another word in the thread, then offer a word.

leahsplace · 04-25-2002, 07:10 PM

word:meaningless

Jeffbo....it's okay I did not do it right...
sorry
::hug back::

leahsplace · 04-25-2002, 07:14 PM

rememberance can be a wreched thing
if you're longing, yearning, aching for lost time
rememberance can be a pleasant thing
if you had beautiful dreams..but let go with a sigh
rememberance can be a lovely thing
if you have something worth remebering
rememberance can be a sardonic thing
if your past is worth mocking

Leah

Jeff · 04-25-2002, 07:22 PM

Meaningless! Meaningless!
the meaning my wise-mind
wiseman chants
meaning is found to be without foundation
though self holding
it never falls
but I fall
in meaning's search
for to assail
the foundationless stone
leaves me resting on it
and forced into
diplomacy
leaves the wise man unwise

tropicana · 04-25-2002, 07:22 PM

I see their faces,
Such as those of broken dolls,
with shattered bodies
and stained rags.
Such destitution,
Lacks a word.
Though violence is how they think,
Their pale hands
red with another's blood,
Some how they survive
Trudging through every day,
But all in their being,
They do not live.
They do not dent the world.
They have breath,
Yet no life.
They have words,
But no eloquence.
They have the mind,
But it is decaying.
What is the point to live
If life has no meaning?

Wow! that was AWFUL! anyways.... at least I tried on topic

Jeff · 04-25-2002, 07:24 PM

word: rules

froggee501 · 04-25-2002, 07:43 PM

Here's one I wrote a long time ago when I was mad at my teacher for giving us so many rules that we had to follow, that it didn't even seem like MY poem anymore.

I AM ME
by Emma Catherine Tucker

I am who I am,
Not a Dixie or a Pam
With my own mind and thoughts
And ideas that can't be bought.
I make my own creation in everything I do,
But it gets really hard when I am blocked by you.

and here's my improv one...

RULES
by Emma Catherine Tucker

The free spirit, floating from word to word
Dreaming of future
So much gained in what they have done
So much more to nurture

Then the restrictions lay down around
The spirit's feet
Black, strong, slick and hard cords
Bind the beat

Now impossible to float on the wind
Dreaming of more
Until they realize that they've been left
one little door

The rules and restrictions bind the soul
into so small
But when they learn to truly fly, to rewind
They've got all

Jeff · 04-25-2002, 07:46 PM

word please.

froggee501 · 04-25-2002, 08:43 PM

sorry, mom was bothering me to get OFF....... but I'm back on, for a few minutes... anytime someone doesn't leave a word though, remember that there are some unused words on here....

word: lace

Jeff · 04-25-2002, 08:48 PM

I'm going to leave this one for someone else. I am basking in the "having written" stage for a day or so.

froggee501 · 04-25-2002, 08:54 PM

lol.... can you put up some words that I can do?

I'm bored, and I want to procrastinate from my paper.