1. Isis

    Isis New Member

    Feb 14, 2007
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    New Yawk

    poems by everybody: "collective conversation"

    Discussion in 'Writing Prompts' started by Isis, Mar 3, 2007.

    The idea is to read the short poem that went before, and respond with one of your own. It can be a continuation, it can be inspired, it can be a rebuttal. Something in poem [or prose-poem] form. It makes good practice, gives poets a chance to show off a few offthecuff ideas without the pressure of a complete poem. I've done this before and sometimes things from this have ended up reworked as whole poems. sometimes not.

    I know there are a lot of good poets hanging around here, I hope people join in!
    (well I sure as heck don't know where a thing like this would go - I guess word games is the closest? anyway, mods, I appologize if this isn't quite right.)


    i think i found a soul
    on the side of the road today, tired and ink-faced,
    smudged like bruises that weren't
    signs of abuse, not unless you count the torment
    of dirty hands against a sleeping brow.
    i brought her in

    - certainly this soul was a her -
    and let her sleep in the backseat with maps
    and stolen coats for sale. she slept long and still
    is there, curled up in camelhair, picking up the smells
    of gas, hamburgers, cats. i will watch her
    for however long she sleeps. when she wakes
    i guess i'll bring her home, but then what?
    give her my bed, let her have her keep in salt and flowers?
  2. Vroom Vroom Daddy

    Vroom Vroom Daddy New Member

    Feb 2, 2007
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    Las Vegas
    I watched the lost soul as she slept
    I wondered what secrets she kept
    in the distance I heard my minion evil revel
    for I was their master I was the devil
    by all rights this lost soul was my prize
    I am the soulless prince of lies
    I collect lost souls and take them to hell
    it is my job and I do it well
    but this innocent soul is not mine to take
    I must let go when when her eyes awake
    so what is the devil to do this night
    evil must do good tonight
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  3. ariella

    ariella New Member

    Nov 17, 2006
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    in a home full of wonderful and loving people I ca
    The evil that dwells within your soul
    Has cause me to suffer in hell
    You plague my mind with insanities
    Can't see the beauty of life no more
    And you are the one I have to thank for this
    So goodbye to you forsaken one
    I leave you standing behind closed doors
    As I venture off into the unknown
    To find a place in which I do belong

  4. Isis

    Isis New Member

    Feb 14, 2007
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    New Yawk
    honestly i don't know what to say to the door you left
    by the side of the highway, rooted in weeds

    paint-covered, stained and scratched by your pack of wild snow dogs
    they are whitebacked, they find every drafty opening

    the door is closed. i'm sure it will stay
    that way. who would risk stepping through

    from gravel, gloss-gray shoulder into some other depth of a world
  5. ariella

    ariella New Member

    Nov 17, 2006
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    in a home full of wonderful and loving people I ca
    You say the door is better off that way
    closed and you on the other side to me
    but what you really long to say is open up and see
    that there is a life out here it is just for you and me

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  6. Myst

    Myst Active Member

    Feb 2, 2007
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    The streets of the sky
    You drawled of highways
    long collapsed;
    the cars, however, intact-
    their tin-foil metal melded
    into new aspirations.

    Of these three hundred
    and twenty-two doors:
    which one is my home?
    The answer is none.
  7. Eoz Eanj

    Eoz Eanj Contributor Contributor

    Nov 11, 2006
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    My door is open
    For the exterior only,
    Empty your body
    Heart, mind and soul
    Into the forgotten sea
    of unrepeated memory.
    Tie down free arms
    Bite down the tongue;
    Strangle sound until
    They too are mute,
    Come to me-
    Here I am for you.
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  8. Crazy Ivan

    Crazy Ivan New Member

    Dec 26, 2006
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    The dumpster behind your McDonalds.
    I hear your offers
    I see your doors
    I smell your proffers
    And touch your floors

    But something I
    Sense even more
    Is my head in the sky
    And my wings as they soar.

    I'd rather be free.
  9. Raven

    Raven Banned

    Oct 14, 2006
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    The NetherWorld
    Like an Eagle soaring to
    reach the highest skies
    looking down on rocky cathedrals
    with blood on my feathers time is still turning they
    soon will be dry

    All who see me
    All who hear me
    will fear me for my wings are wide
    As I soar down from rocky mountains.
  10. 221BOlympusExpress

    221BOlympusExpress Member

    Dec 20, 2016
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    In front of the computer, atm.
    I have now, the power to roam,
    Maraude the lands as if they are my own,
    With wings that will not let me down,
    Except for when I cammand them to,
    For there are lands far and beyond,
    One's mind can reach,
    So I shall use my wings to fly,
    And land wherever I wish,
    As if the primitive lands, are by me, owned,
    For with these wings,
    Power has come, into my hands,
    And now I shall not let it seep away.
  11. Arcadeus

    Arcadeus Senior Member

    Dec 29, 2016
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    All the power of the world,
    Belongs upon my hands.
    Forever basking in the Strength,
    My flight has brought the lands.

    Forever green
    Forever golden
    Some left unseen,
    And some left Emboldened.

    The first plane to fly, and I am upon it.
    All bask and stare until your mouths run dry.
    Because where it is that I sit,
    Is the throne of the first with-in the sky.
  12. matwoolf

    matwoolf Contributor Contributor

    Mar 21, 2012
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    Brighton Heights
    Mother in the first class lounge
    breast-fed at 60 000 feet
    a tiny infant
    or emperor, I think I mouthed at the time.
    His toes wiggled in woolen socks
    and he drank the lot
    quite ungrateful really, [mannerwise]
    only burped, drooled, the whole show against the rules
    in my opinion
    as I said to the steward.
    'That's my wife, you bastard,' he commanded
    'You married a baby,' I reprimanded.
    This was before we landed
    in Singapore.
    The law is on my side
    I'll think you shall find
    in Singapore.
    But I never said those words
    nothing clever flashed across my mind
    I lost the argument, so alas and
    farewell milky,
    woman and your steward husband
    young & foul trio en route to Brisbane

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