Prompt Attack -- Version 2.0

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So a similar thread can be found here; Prompt Attack [2] this one will be slightly different to hopefully keep everything clearer on challenges.

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The directions are:

1. The person who replies below answers the prompt/challenge of the user above.

2. And then gives their own challenge for the next user.

3. For formatting sake please put the poem that's in response to the challenge on top and then put the challenge below. You can tag the person who offered the challenge if you would like. Try to keep out extra commentary apart from responding to and giving challenges so it doesn't get confusing on which challenge is open.

4. Please keep all poems site-appropriate, E-rating.

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So let's get started!

I issue the following challenge to the first person who replies below:
Write a poem in which every line starts with a "w" that is at least twelve lines long.
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return




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weathered trees on the cliffside--
wisps and whispers of
what greatness could have been

whether they were meant to be
was of no import to them;
where they grew was tangential to their
wildness; mother nature knows no boundaries for
what is real and what is not

wind flavored by autumn rattles crisp dead leaves

waterfalls crack the stone and feed the roots

winter creeps to the horizon
with cold breezes and snowflakes carried on
westerly winds from beyond the edge of the world

weathered trees on the cliffside
weep their leaves and
wait for the advent of spring, for

weathered trees still live

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Below: Write a poem using at least 3 onomatopoeia.
stay off the faerie paths




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Click clack! Click Clack!

went the vertebrae in my broken back.

PITAPAT PITAPAT PITAPAT PITAPAT

Went the hailstones on my roof.

Snappety snap! Snappety snap!

went my tendons on the torture rack.

Rizzz! Rizzz! Rizzz! Rizzz!

went the drill into my toof.

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Hissss! Hiissss! Hissss! Hissss!

went the serpent that was watching.

Craaaack! Crack! Crackety crack!

went the egg that held her brood.

Slam! Bam! Wham! Boom!

went the battering ram dispatching.

Gee whizz! Hey sis!

I feel like I am doomed!
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Person below write a short poem using limericks as stanzas.
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I sat down intending to write
a limerick oh what a fright!
The words came and left,
it was such a mess,
until a thought crossed oh so bright!

I typed up the words I had thought,
while inspiration was still caught.
"These words aren't too bad,"
I said, smiling glad,
"surely no one writes of writer's block!"


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Next person can write a poem that is at least 7 lines and does not use the letter "a".
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return




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alliyah wrote:I sat down intending to write
a limerick oh what a fright!
The words came and left,
it was such a mess,
until a thought crossed oh so bright!

I typed up the words I had thought,
while inspiration was still caught.
"These words aren't too bad,"
I said, smiling glad,
"surely no one writes of writer's block!"


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Next person can write a poem that is at least 7 lines and does not use the letter "a".
I couldn't stop thinking,
How do I begin to write this?
My mind is melting,
Seven lines without one specific letter?

Hmm Hmm,
One more thought, I sigh!
Let me see if I could try,

It seemed difficult,
But I'm writing.
When I'm through I'll do the counting,
Hope you enjoy it or is there "but"?


"Write a poem that rhymes about mother nature"

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Sitting in my office, I long for the green
that stretches outward and reaches me within.
I long for the leaves, shining gold by the sun
and the birds chirping, brimming with fun.

There's something pulling when the crickets call.
When on fresh soil, pitter-patter, the rain does fall.
Maybe I'll see a gazelle, walking pass with grace
or get a bird's poo dropping to my face.

At least, I can inhale with ease here
as the trees and rivers I do not fear.
I can be one with nature, basking in her bless
instead of trapped in this room, left with a mess.

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Write a poem with dialogues. Mwahaha I'm evil.
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The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

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"The weather is really nice today."
"Water is soaking into my shoe."
"Yeah, well, at least it's not pouring."
"Of course the rain never affected you."

"It's kind of in between sunny and stormy."
"My hair and the air are not a good humid mix."
"I really like the hot and humid weather."
"The air is too hot, the ground is too slick."

"At least we're together."
"Yeah."

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Write a poem about something really ugly to describe something you find beautiful.




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The muddy ground
Is too slippery
To walk upon
And, of course
This had to happen the day after
They laid down
The fertilizer
Now
It smells that much stronger

The rubbery squeak
Of boots
Grates at my ears
And I think
I might
Be coming down
With a cold

The few people out
In this weather
Have dripping hair
And streaked makeup
While the clothes on the line
Need to be washed again

The books
That I left in the yard
Are ruined now

I can't stop crying
Is the sky
Sad
Like I am?

Next challenge: Write a poem where each stanza is a different type of poem (limerick, haiku, free-verse, etc) with at least four stanzas
“In order to...apply the teachings of the Aincrad style...keep its secret motto in mind: "stay cool.”-Reki Kawahara
"I’m glad I didn’t die there. I have to go home. I’ve still got things to do.”-Yukako Kabei




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haiku

i try to count stars
at night when i can't quite sleep
sometimes this does help
lanturne

and
sometimes
they are just
impossibly
far
quatrain

restless I wonder
in this world, or another
will we reach the sky
is it worth it to try
free-verse

and sometimes this wondering helps
and sometimes when i fall asleep
i scoop all the stars into my arms
for safekeeping until the sun wakes
and demands i begin my counting again.

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Next Challenge Write a poem where the beginning word & ending word of each line rhyme. Each line doesn't necessarily have to rhyme though!
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return




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Alright, @alliyah. Here's a Magic 9. :)

Perhaps I did not think this through
Of course not; how could I
When I found myself staring at you
Like some poor lovesick child
Oh, perhaps I was a fool
Considering you could ever love me
But the human heart is simply cruel
You smiled once, and I died
So now I'm forced to love anew

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Next challenge! Write a poem where the first and last lines are the same but mean entirely different things.
They/he

"wist how dare you play with my heartstrings like that" ~ winter
"wist is in every rp" ~ley
“ah yes, fear Wist's smile :slight_smile: <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint




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I hope I did this right @AlmostImmortal!

The wave curls
Above me
And I feel a horrible sensation roaring inside
Like the thunder as the wall of water crashes over my head

And I wake from the dream
The nightmare like a city of bats
Screeching in the darkness
Of this moonless night

I tuck back the blanket, hopeful for sleep
Swipe back my hair
And wait as
The waves curl

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Next Challenge: Write a Sonnet.



Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory.
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