Let's try playing a poetry game. This is similar to the three word story, except here you don't have to keep things at three lines - you need to keep the rhythm.

Also, we have to write quatrains in which the first line rhymes with the third, and the second rhymes with the fourth.

As if that wasn't enough, each quatrain has to make sense. The quatrains don't have to be related to each other, though.

So, I hope you're willing to try this out.

Anyway here's the first line:

Through the darkness of the night,

I´m in!!

an eerie sound was heard

Which scared the squirrel outright,

´cause he thought it was a bird

Nice.

A new quatrain now. It's not related to the former one.

Standing still, it looked at the sky,

But nothing did it see

Growing as the time went by,

T'was the flower foraged by the bee.

I'll let someone else begin the next quatrain.

When I sat upon a rock by the erie lake

listening to the whispers of the wind

I realized my love was fake

and her heart had nothing within

... to help me bake my cake...

[quote=jonajosa]... to help me bake my cake... [/quote]
for your true beloved friends..
:paperbag:

living by the deep, dark lake

weren't we supposed to start a new one after my last post?? considering it is a quatrain - that means four lines.

and there our journey ends.

(new one now)

[quote=Dantrag]weren't we supposed to start a new one after my last post?? considering it is a quatrain - that means four lines.

and there our journey ends.

(new one now)[/quote]

Err... One more thing: within doesn't really rhyme with wind.

As mist descended upon his life,

he felt that he should leave.

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and I went and found a poem in which 'wind' was rhymed with 'within' just to show that I'm not crazy.

LADY LADY
by Kevin Taylor

Lady
Lady
Wrote some verse.
Couldn't figure
which was worse;
Folks that laugh
or folks that curse.

She gently placed it
in a drawer
hidden there
with several more.
Hidden from the prying eyes,
Sheltered from such cruel lies.
A gentler death?
A sweeter sleep?
Her words unspoken
only weep
For wing and sky
to soar within;
to live or die
upon the wind!

So which the worse,
then - laugh or curse?
Or one who buries living verse?

so he slipped into him the knife,

A death he hoped to achieve

the eagles swoop between the cliffs,

hoping to find some food

while a lonely warrior drifts

thinking thoughts that were lewd.

As sun set upon closing day,

and the everlasting creatures..

had not a single thing to say

they saw the ghastly features

As chickens fall from the sky...

a clucking could be heard[/u]

They fell down with a cry

Amidst a cattle herd

leaves are rustling

in the forest

with the shuffling

of the florist.

(Since the lines don't seem to have a set number of syllables any more, I'm going to start with iambic pentameter)

Atop the ruined walls the raven stood,

yes they do have set number of syllables. you start a new one after 4 lines...

Apart from the fact that it was originally 8, which varied for a while then the last 4 lines had 4.

It doesn't matter.

while i fly freely
with the jaws of oblivion around me
my eyes go steely
as burning flames surround me