| User | Rokhal | | Topic | Poem-from-a-list 2 | | Message | Write a poem using ten of the following words, in any form you want to use them, and not in 1rst person.
cloister
Peel
whole
mange
cling
sly
caress
glitter
stale
adamant
lode
traction
draft
slender
sleek
sliver
splinter
mesh
velvetine
bulbous
glossy
shroud
torpid
effusive
everpresent
prevail
sing
flutter
talon
horn
scuffle
track |
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| User | moonlitsky | 2006-12-27 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | Young Love, How Quaint
peel her heart out
rip it to shreds
while you sing her a sad track
with its everpresent feeling
of adamant loneliness
a shroud of safety
for the broken made whole
for the slender and sleek youth
with a splinter at their side
and yet they believe
that love will prevail
what sad illusion
the young are blinded by
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| User | lovefool | 2006-12-19 | | | Subject | Meek World | | Message | Slender quivering girl
Thrusting glitter down
his throat.
She stands there, adamant
A splinter in your side.
He says he can’t stomach your
glossy ways, shrouded by
a sliver of your habits
merely a lode to disguise.
Bulbous conscious
How it ails you
Effusive lover of his
flutters in your ear.
“You pushed him far to me”
A stale b**ch a splinter in your side
AN: I think I used lode right.... sorry about the curse. if we’re not supposed to I’ll get rid of it |
| User | Rokhal | 2006-12-18 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | Sturdy black talons gripe forever the splintered basalt of the cliffside,
Bending bulbous welded joints, like coiled roots, cling and cradle the rocks.
Blue paint peels, moss welts up like mange, slender weeds bristle in crannies.
Faded pink streamers flutter from the spigot.
Inside, the gas grows stale and wallows down the rocks,
The scent a shroud, enduring, a slow sigh of age. |
| User | WolfStar | 2006-07-30 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | Open eyes in a flutter of dark waves
as she views the world from the ground
with only a sliver of sky and a slight silver wind
to lend light to the sleek, glossy universe
unfolding where there had only been
a shrouded, depthless night.
There is only a pocket of awareness
by which to discern without sight
the mesh of drifting stars and glitter
formed by all that she had ever seen
coalesced with the ever-present knowledge
of things the earth has not yet caused into being.
She sees, from the tatters of fallen wishes,
and the peels of scented dreams
an image of the life beyond life
in the slender string of moments
between now and sunrise. |
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