Poetry Challenge

  • Amanda Bee
    19 years ago

    Write a poem that consists of exactly 16 lines and that contains these three words:

    crackle
    yellow
    slide

    The words don't change. They stay the same throughout the entire post.

    Ready...set...go!

  • Amanda Bee
    19 years ago

    Nice try untouchable. But you forgot to add the word slide. Plus there's no changing the words in this game. The words stay the same.

    crackle
    yellow
    slide

  • ASPHYXIATED
    19 years ago

    3 words

    pop
    cylinder*sp?*
    dog....NEXT!!!

  • Amanda Bee
    19 years ago

    The words stay the same throughout the entire post.

    crackle
    yellow
    slide

    She hears the crackle of her shattering bones
    As her body slams against the hard wall
    Pain surges through her head
    As his knuckles crash into her skull

    She slowly slides down the wall
    Her head spinning and her vision blurred
    And all she sees before she loses consciousness
    Is the back of his yellow Polo shirt as he walks away

    She should never have questioned him on his whereabouts
    Or demanded to know who that woman was
    She understands that she’s brought this on herself
    As she comes to and picks herself up off the floor

    She makes her way into the bathroom
    And looks at her bloody, bruised face in the mirror
    She hardly recognizes herself anymore, but that doesn’t matter
    All that matters is tomorrow, when he'll promise never to hurt her again

  • Amanda Bee
    19 years ago

    Thanks untouchable. And good job Ismail. You used all the words and there are 16 lines:)

  • Amanda Bee
    19 years ago

    Okay...who's next? Don't be shy, now.

  • Sean
    19 years ago

    crackle
    yellow
    slide

    Crackle, a insisting noise in the background,
    laying, head rushing.
    Watch the pale yellow of the room,
    fade across, swim and slide off the eyes,
    -headache dear?-
    a person, a girl, next to you...
    Head, jerks back,
    (I hope it's my girlfriend)
    Reassured, a nights drinking,
    did not lead to a nights praying.
    The feeling of hands,
    stretch across you and in an embrace.
    The hangover settles slowly,
    throbbing, throbbing,
    (Your breath stinks)
    Hell, i'll kiss her all the same.

  • Amanda Bee
    19 years ago

    Nicely done:)

  • abcede
    19 years ago

    ok.. lemme try... lol- just know that i'm a new poet and... im not very good yet so.. here goes

    The night was young
    I hadn’t turned back
    from the crackle of guns
    Fear is what I’d lack

    As I turned to the west
    And to the yellow sun fading
    I knew it was time
    Death, I know, was waiting

    I ran into the fight
    Just wanting a chance
    To help claim our victory
    This was my last dance

    Indeed I was right
    The enemy shot me down
    I slid into darkness
    Without any sound

    is it ok for slid.. past tense of slide??

  • Sean
    19 years ago

    He's probably in a bad mood.

  • Sean
    19 years ago

    My moods last for that long at a time, so i'm sure his can too.

  • Sean
    19 years ago

    Just defensive :p

    My name is 'Sean Walker'

    Lol.

  • Sean
    19 years ago

    *Walks*

  • Sean
    19 years ago

    You enticed him to begin with, now you complain?

  • Sean
    19 years ago

    My sexuality has nothing to do with this o.O, and he's a tad to old for me anyways.

  • Amanda Bee
    19 years ago

    Uh, excuse me?

    CRACKLE...

    YELLOW...

    SLIDE!!!

    What in the world? I leave for a few seconds and the thread gets desecrated, (although I must admit it was quite entertaining, but still...) HAHA! Okay, back to the topic. In case you all forgot. We were writing poetry here.

    Crackle? Yellow? Slide?

    ...Anybody?

  • abcede
    19 years ago

    hey, i wrote this in.. a while ago.. the guys were still fighting.. i don't know if you saw it!! lol.. ok.. i know its bad.. but hey.. i like this game!

    The night was young
    I hadn’t turned back
    from the crackle of guns
    Fear is what I’d lack

    As I turned to the west
    And to the yellow sun fading
    I knew it was time
    Death, I know, was waiting

    I ran into the fight
    Just wanting a chance
    To help claim our victory
    This was my last dance

    Indeed I was right
    The enemy shot me down
    I slid into darkness
    Without any sound

  • Amanda Bee
    19 years ago

    Nice job abcede! (I'll let you get away with slid rather than slide).

    Who's next?:

    A 16 line poem using these words:

    Crackle
    yellow
    slide