New Poetry Game-Cinquain Chain- Come on, it's easy and fun!

love chose
for you and me
to walk on grassy hills
to lie among the daffodils
touching

touching
and not touching
is the peculiar style
of this love of ours. Here and yet
apart

apart
from my love's touch,
apart from the voice that
leaves me yearning for his presence...
what else?

what else
is there to love,
but touch? When love is gone -
the patch of snow that never melts
in May.

in May
i may fly high
i may rise above fear
i may trounce my foes....or maybe
in June.

in June,
the firemen came,
bleeding yellow hydrants
with the big red wrench, our bare feet
waiting

waiting
for another autumn to start
and return me in my spleen
hope summer will come soon
and i will see you
again



P.S. This is my first one, don't be harsh

Wonderful, baz!
This is my first one too.

again
I rise my head
and I watch your leaving
for the tropical Tanzania
by boat

Is it OK?


http://www.nationalgeographic.com/ad...1/tanzania.jpg

boat is sailing to Tanzania
and sunbeams are burning through the sky,
waves are shining like your eyes
and all beauties of Serengeti will I doubt
outshine your image in my heart

Hi Downing and Bazarov. Welcome to the cinquain chain. Your poem should be five lines in the following pattern of syllables: 2/4/6/8/2 -- and you use the last line of the poem above as your first. Get it? ;)

My heart
collapses in...
squeezing out all life's breath.
How can it hurt so much without
dying?

Dying
now I will be
with the one who holds me,
my heart, my soul, my very being in
His hands


my first one. Is it correct?

His hands
are open, strong
and warm. But alas 'His'
identity is forever
unknown

Unknown,
I wander these
streets of sunlit cement,
escaping from Memory's cold
fingers.

fingers
promise hands which
is all we ask of
our lovers, except for hands, arms
and hearts

and hearts
are sometimes joined
at the hip, or so it
seems...when we've scarcely noticed the
joining

joining
his march through the
old South full of fury
I tremble when I hear the sound
of fight


Is this ok,please tell me?

Not only OK, but fantastic! Thanks, Downing! :)


of fight
he has no more
his spirit broken now
by this experience of vile
torture

torture
is what I feel
when I see you down there
whispering with your last forces
love songs

CdnReader, I thank YOU. :)You're really kind.

love songs,
poems, promise
now to have and to hold—
we kiss without worrying who
sees us…

http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l1...HeyHansome.gif

ooops, the pen was quicker than the amp

sees us,
the gentle eye
seize us, the gentle storm
whirl us around and drench us with
calmness

calmness,
the storm is gone,
the yellow of the sun,
like a watercolor, tinting
the air

the air
has left my lungs
a puncture in my suit
floating between the stars in space
dying

dying
to live again
beneath the burning stars
endless rows of cosmic colors
living

living
for the beauty
of nature and people
made me stay still and watch how Lise
painted

painted
colors so true
a vibrate red caress
the rose of living fantasy
brush stroke

brush stroke
dipped in black ink
deep calligraphic dreams
fanciful characters dance on
parchment

parchment
filled with unseen
events yet to be told
by candle light all can be seen
write it

write it,
do not fight it,
type it just to spite it,
then if it seems wrong just right it -
crickey!

crickey!
that's so extreme
but don't be scared to try
just follow me to the edge, don't
look down

look down?
look out, that edge,
dividing earth and sky,
grab it with both hands and hang on,
now jump!

now jump!
unfold your legs,
untwist your mind, exhale....
free your soul from its iron bonds....
unlock

unlock
that cold closed door
without hesitation
a brighter day beyond that door
open

open
the little place
that serves juicy tidbits
so that I can taste your fruity
flavor

flavor,
where is it found,
only in the tongue's realm?
There is the Moonlight Sonata's,
silence,

silence,
like dark cacao,
velvet with a heartbeat,
the ascending and decending
ending

^^^ Love that one, Fire.

ending
here what began
with the essence of you...
cradled in whispers of soft bliss
divine

divine
powdered sugar
covering something good
a bite leaves white marks all over
your mouth

your mouth,
the fine sugar,
lips tasting God's candy;
on earth, the angels lose control
for this

for this
we too shall yearn
bodies spent, arms outstretched
reaching for the peace that eludes
our grasp