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Community Poetry: Round One



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Tue Jan 30, 2018 1:58 pm
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ellasnotebook says...



It's a big ol' game of telephone. Except for a lot harder. And scarier. Writing with people is hard, and having to collaborate on a piece of writing is harder-especially for poetry. The goal of this game is to have fun and see what turns out, as well as trying to tell where the poem is going based off of a previous line. It's not really that serious, although we are trying to create something good-just have fun with it!

How it works: It's like telephone, but with poetry. Just write a line, and see where it's heading.

I'll start us off!


they stood knee-deep in ashes of ambition
with love ((;
  





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Wed Jan 31, 2018 3:57 am
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alliyah says...



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What a fun idea! Anyone who's interested in group poetry writing should also get involved in this club -> clubs/2708



while the flames of greed still stood aglow
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than dark cyan.


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Tue Feb 06, 2018 4:46 pm
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ellasnotebook says...



in the hell-fire, they never did see
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Tue Mar 13, 2018 2:02 am
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alliyah says...



the true cause of their cruel misery
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than dark cyan.


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Tue Mar 13, 2018 3:45 am
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Evander says...



imbedded far within a heartless home
Want to talk about your project? Head on over to the Writers Corner! If you have a question about writing, then head on over to Research! Is your question not big enough to warrant its own thread? Ask away in Little Details!

German rat enthusiast.
  





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Tue Mar 13, 2018 3:17 pm
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Lightsong says...



A house, on the hill, disconnected from the world
"Writing, though, belongs first to the writer, and then to the reader, to the world.

The subject is a catalyst, a character, but our responsibility is, has to be, to the work."

- David L. Ulin
  





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Wed Mar 28, 2018 12:45 pm
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ellasnotebook says...



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I love the way this is turning out! Let's try and keep it going!


a girl, a boy, a marriage and a son
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Wed Mar 28, 2018 9:21 pm
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alliyah says...



living like relics put just out of reach
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than dark cyan.


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Tue May 01, 2018 4:29 am
concord says...



golden figurines, blessed by King Midas so many moons ago
i'm a slice away from falling to pieces,
each one tasting of a flavor from my youth,
when berries stuck between yellowed teeth
and the only worry was about missing a tv show.
  





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Tue May 01, 2018 4:37 am
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alliyah says...



back when sand was rock and wind hurricanes
but i don't think i can ever love someone
who doesn't understand that teal
is a different color than dark cyan.


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