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

tick, tick,
at 3AM
the tocks have stopped, the ticks
invade my dreams, they shake me - Wake Up!
write, write!

write ,write
go on scribbling
on the pages of mind
until there is no clean space left
to ink

to ink
I pledge an oath,
always to be a true
lover, faithful though I may grow
infirm.

infirm
you seem to stand
with one foot on this earth
and the other on the high moon
get down !

get down
from my dreams
which reach the sky and grow
further. take a face, and come to
my arms.

my arms
are strong enough
to hold you when you cry,
gentle enough to embrace you
in love

in love
with a dream girl
I have nothing to do
except gaze at the glittering stars
all night!

all night
I hear music
sweet snoring in my ears
just wish he would choke
aah peace:)

aah, peace
where are you found
in London or Paris
but certainly not in my place
my heart

my heart
where you find love
aches from being broken
only you have ever hurt it
just you

Quote:

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Originally Posted by packersfan

my heart
where you find love
aches from being broken
only you have ever hurt it
just you

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Not me !
how can I dare
break your heart, my sweet heart,
you must have misunderstood me
my love

Quote:

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Originally Posted by mazHur

Not me !
how can I dare
break your heart, my sweet heart,
you must have misunderstood me
my love

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:p :D

My love
if only true
i wish upon a star
that you say not those cruel things
I wish

by Joe
I can never
think of disturbing you
with the sirocco of such speech
that burns

but yet
the cruelty...
did I just imagine?
did I misunderstand it all?
those words...

that burns
scorches and brands
scars that never desert
cast away what is within
neglect

but yet
the cruelty...
did I just imagine?
did I misunderstand it all?
those words...


Music
is nice to hear
it is the food of love
but if notes are misunderstood
all fails

neglect
is murderous
it kills the toughest bonds
turns friendship into sour kith
take care

Quote:

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Originally Posted by mazHur

Music
is nice to hear
it is the food of love
but if notes are misunderstood
all fails

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music
is only dear
when its not aimed at you
when you just scream heavy metal
at me

Quote:

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Originally Posted by mazHur

neglect
is murderous
it kills the toughest bonds
turns friendship into sour kith
take care

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neglect
is only fine
what you did to me kills
the heart of mine is just broken
sorry

I hate to be a stickler, but I was hoping people could stick to the original rules??? Is that okay?

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Originally Posted by Riesa

The traditional cinquain is based on a syllable count.

line 1 - 2 syllables
line 2 - 4 syllables
line 3 - 6 syllables
line 4 - 8 syllables
line 5 - 2 syllables

in this game, take the last line of the previous persons cinquain, the same way we play the shared Haiku game.

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and so, since the last cinquain ended with 'sorry'....

sorry,
I've been away
I never know its start
you seem to drift in and out of
my dreams

Quote:

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Originally Posted by ampoule

I hate to be a stickler, but I was hoping people could stick to the original rules??? Is that okay?



and so, since the last cinquain ended with 'sorry'....

sorry,
I've been away
I never know its start
you seem to drift in and out of
my dreams

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why not
let your dreams have
some fun and exercise
sit ups and push ups will keep them
active

Quote:

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Originally Posted by mazHur

why not
let your dreams have
some fun and exercise
sit ups and push ups will keep them
active

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sorry, forgot to start with the first line
here it is:

my dreams
are not meant for you
they are for a birdie
who sings alone in a green patch
somewhere

somewhere
mine is waiting
but I don't believe them
the stars are only holes in the
darkness

darkness?
stars in the sky
are certainly not
they are jewels sparkling in your eyes
cosmic

cosmic
dreams, other lives
so real that I awake
with your fragrance and heat on my
moist skin

moist skin
scattered hair
intoxicated eyes
two spirits engaged in love
all bliss

all bliss
and no white rage
surely nowhere like this
exists within our galaxy
does it?

Quote:

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Originally Posted by CdnReader

all bliss
and no white rage
surely nowhere like this
exists within our galaxy
does it?

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does it
behove of love
to be classified in
terms of galactic time and space?
be true

be true
to your own self
do not hesitate to
expand beyond boundaries wide
and tall

and tall
stories of love
sound so artificial
eking from edges of your lips
profane!

profane
or sacred, shall
we argue opposites?
perhaps better to remain at
centre

centre
or off centre
earth continues to spin
in wait for another Big Bang
Bang, Bang !

Bang, Bang !
We used to say.
You are dead. Game we play.
Violence becomes reality now--
guess why...

guess why...
you slept so late
in the day yesterday
when fiches sang songs of sweet love
guess why?

guess why,
a grown man speaks,
the ocean in his voice,
full of life, salt of love, harvest
moonlight?

moonlight--
how ambiguous
it can get, warming those
who are in lover's arms, sleeping
with peace

with peace
it cascades down
upon them, chilling those
who dont e'en have beds, let alone
lovers!

....

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Originally Posted by symphony

moonlight--
how ambiguous
it can get, warming those
who are in lover's arms, sleeping
with peace

with peace
it cascades down
upon them, chilling those
who dont e'en have beds, let alone
lovers!

....

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Oh Symphony! I don't even want to try and follow these. Somtimes you just knock me over with your perceptions.

lovers
do not need beds
they recline in the chair
of heart and swing at every beat
of love


anxiety

of love
our hearts beat of
love's all we ever need
without it we'll wither away
just love

just love
and nothing else
we shall talk together
in this world and the other world
no joke