Poetic Sputtering... to a halt.

Last poetry battle and my word is NEEDS

Needs watering, the flowers,
Keep up the appearances,
What would they think,
Should they see the real you?

Elimy's first word was YOU. I thought it was fitting to bring things around full circle. This poem is about the masks people wear to pretend they're someone else. It's been fun messing about with these little daily poems. Maybe again sometime in the future?

Poemastic Fantastic

My word is YOU

You, with the dog eyed soul,
And watery eyes,
You, with the heart of coal,
And transparent lies.

Elimy's word is LIES.

Poetry-Schmoetry

Today's word is BLUE

Blue cheeks spread on cold pale flesh,
Your face is victim to the cold,
Wild white wind is winter fresh,
Your gloves, your hands, have warmth, to hold.

Elimy's word is HOLD. Happy birthday Elimy!

Poetrology 101

Because I was at work and because I was at a party, and becuase I was drunk and tired when I got home I didn't do a poem yesterday. That means this is the second one today! Woo, go me! My word is "Flight".

Flight for flightless birds I wish
could take to skies in herds to fish
for dreams to feed their hearts with hope
enough to bring the world awake, to stir you from your coma.

Elimy's word is COMA. Yes I know, this poem is more like five lines squashed into four, but whatever.

Poemisms Continued

Today's word: Perfection

Perfection is a collection of the hues of gray,
The scope that stifles and chokes us of what we feel,
A flaw is a splash of raw colour a much more vibrant display,
More beautiful, much more colourful, and infinitely more real.

Thanks Elimy, your word is: REAL

Poetramatic Attack!

My poem battle number 3. Elimy has set me up with the word "Hierarchy".

Hierarchy of shoes and dresses,
Plastic dolls and pop princesses,
This soulless dream, to make a buck,
You need to learn to bend your knees and suck.

Whether metaphorical or literal, I think the message in this poem is pretty clear, although I'm sure my methods may be slightly objectionable. ;)

Elimy's word is: SUCK
Ha, ha, ha. This is fun.

PS: What typo?

More Poemetrics

Elimy's got me writing a poem begining with the word "Underpants"

Underpants fold, roll and tumble in the dryer,
Fresh for the cold winter's day,
Nothing could be more comfortable.

Elimy's word is: COMFORTABLE

Poetry Battle

I'm battling Elimy (http://elimy.blogspot.com/) in the fine art of poetry and this is my response to her poem titled "Love".

Rules:
1) Each poem must begin with the final word of the poem of the person before.
2) Each poem can only be two to four lines long (although line length will not be standardized).
3) Cliches are punishable by death.
4) Poems must be relevant... no A-grade baloney.
5) No personal attacks on the other poet.

Bread:

Bread, bread, the stuff in your head,
Pickled in brain-juice, all soggy and red,
And the mould that is growing and eating your head,
Will scrape at your skull until you're deceased.

Elimy's word is: Deceased.