Writing Prompt Envy's Poem Thread

SomethingStuffHappend

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Heads, bodies and viscera,
The pikes did spear.
Some people called him Dracula,
Others called him...
(This one is pretty easy.)
A vampire? Monster?
A Town's Sorrow

Amidst the woes and cries,
I wore no shield.
A worthy ally is what I seek,
None among the sheep.

Mafia Game
This needed a little more context to figure it out like say it’s based on a game. Even then there is way to many video games like it. I also need to do that
 
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Mellohwa

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Thought Before a Feast.

One below my knees,
two amongst the trees,
three flatter a breeze,
four blew out a sneeze.

Loaf crumbs are all I need,
to feast on ten little beasts.



"
Hailing from the southern east,
Inked poetry of rhymes and frills,
It is I, your magnificent Miss,
A Poet in stress and thrills!
"
Exclaimed a Poet.



In black ink, It gleamed.
A ball of trickery who responds,
questions posed by seekers.
A symbol of loops and eternity, it holds.
Yet, a mere number it meant.
Magical tomfoolery It proposed.

What is It?



@SomethingStuffHappend
It's based on Mafia game: Thread 'Forum Mafia OOC thread' https://forum.scribblehub.com/threads/forum-mafia-ooc-thread.9996/
 
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TheMonotonePuppet

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(I said I wouldn't make another poem thread, but this idea entered my head. Write a four verse or longer poem. They can be about anything. That is all. Haikus are acceptable as well.)
Enter and let it free.
Come and sing your poetry.
Enter into my thread.
Come and unleash your lead.

Don’t worry, there is no score.
Just write four verses or more.
Just have a good time.
Don’t worry, there is no need to rhyme.
Tickle me pink!
Drain my red!
ElliePorter is in bed!
With photos of vampy; a favorited link.
Me think a shrink just can't with kink!
 

TheMonotonePuppet

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An exhausted mind
A writing bind
Still I cannot find
The satisfaction, so I grind
Inspired by Hans.Trondheim. Not very good, but I hope you enjoy it!


A blinding of brown made others blind
Iridescence dews from eyes rested on grapefruit rind

Within the red blood, the enemy unwind
Orange squiggles portend the flood; no longer aligned
Yellowed teeth bitterly gnash and grind
A selfish, weeping green slashes from the kind
A blue scream that I should mind
Purple prose like this should be maligned


A pleased smile grows within the grey, revealed by the absence of friend
Blank, bright white spatters the happiness the others lend
Black fountains from the clawing ribs, chest exposed in the end
 

Envylope

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A special place for pages to fill,
We grace them with the ink and quill.
Special spaces on your shelf lined to the top,
You deemed them the cream of the crop.

You ran your hand against the hardcover.
Your hand gripped the spine of another.

What did you pick up this time?
What words of color shine?

You grabbed it to be transported,
From this world, you were exported.
You sat, and read your book,
About a fantasy world as it shook.

It shook from quakes of men and dragons.
It told tales of people riding in wagons.
You read it, and you felt inspired.
Then, the start of your own novel transpired.

You wrote it for yourself.
You filled the pages, hoping to line other’s shelves.
No one cropped it.
Pretty soon, almost all of the readers dropped it.

Just as your inspiration began to worsen,
Along came one single person.

They picked up your book and framed it.
They wrote a letter for you and proclaimed it,
“Thank you for the entertainment!”
Over and over again they exclaimed it.

Your heart warmed as they became inspired.
The start of their own novel soon transpired.
The cycle continued as they motivated someone too.
“Maybe all of us can inspire someone new.”
 

Envylope

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I say Poetry is lame.
Since it’s all the same,
It’s A rhyme or a name
Then the next line came
No essence or game
Just short and tame
With no desire for fame.
If poetry is lame,
So are the stories you read.
They are also the same,
Inspired by other’s pencil lead.

You read a story of revenge with a plot twist,
But it is also a miss.
Even though they don’t exist,
You look for fantastical monsters, like the Lochness.

You look for originality, only to find,
The Simpsons did it all at one time.
You look at the poet and their rhyme,
But inspiration from others isn’t a crime.
 

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You might find it in the future.
It might have been with you in the past.
When you are down it is the cure.
When you are up you hope it lasts.

You cling to it even when it’s fleeting.
It lasts for just a moment.
In that frame your heart is beating.
In those seconds others will feel the joy you sent.

You radiate with life and smile.
You hope that it lasts for a while.
It comes and goes in instances.
You hope to hold your happiness.
 

Envylope

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(Star Forged Puppet @TheMonotonePuppet )
The stars weaved a fate.
They spread their light.
Their hot forges spun to create.
A puppet was spindled with their delight.

The monotony was antithesis to their color,
But they found her so beautiful.
The stars became her mother.
She sang out so full of gray.
She was happy to be weaved on that day.

She left for a new world,
Like a baby bird she took flight.
The stars loved to see her fate unfurled.
“Oh, what a splendid sight!”
 

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(Star Forged Puppet @TheMonotonePuppet )
The stars weaved a fate.
They spread their light.
Their hot forges spun to create.
A puppet was spindled with their delight.

The monotony was antithesis to their color,
But they found her so beautiful.
The stars became her mother.
She sang out so full of gray.
She was happy to be weaved on that day.

She left for a new world,
Like a baby bird she took flight.
The stars loved to see her fate unfurled.
“Oh, what a splendid sight!”
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
A puppet poem for the puppet! Thank you!!! It’s great! And super accurate to the lore too!!! OH MY STARS!!! Thank you!!!
 

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Mad, angry, unhinged ramblings birthed this.
Unbottled, uncapped, unloaded I spill nonsense.
This is nothing, so why are you reading?
The lines mean nothing, and there is no deeper meaning.

You are reading still?
I have your attention?
This page is nonsense, I fill.
Something I forgot to mention?

Stop reading right now, you weirdo.
Go outside, or go to sleep.
This poem is literally nothing.
It’s not that deep.
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Men and women walked towards salvation, hands outstretched.
They reached towards their Gods, Sons, Daughters, and Brothers.
Some reached towards the Stars, Blankets, and Covers.
They held hope in those thin veins.
Their blood flowed for a Piece, Morsel, A Measly Coin.
Their hands conjoined together, they walked.
They ran on and on forwards and backwards.
They jogged towards Something, Everything, and Anything.
These were the lost souls hoping for their Christening.
 
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Envylope

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They tried to give you Jigsaw,
Putting you together.
They build you up as a puzzle,
Fitting all of the pieces.

They gave you board games,
A monopolous adventure.
You chose the shoe,
For you had no money to boot.

You tried others, a detective,
But you had no clue.
Instead, you committed number suicide,
Sudoku.
@Hans.Trondheim
 
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Apples are red.
I want to go to Bed.
But what secret do they hold?
Is it worth more than gold?
I might write a BL story for this prompt
It will be one hell of a romp
The smut flows in my German thoughts like water
Thirsty degenerates will not falter!

Come one, come all, for the BL fix!
The BL Witch of the depths will provide the mix.
Harem, Threesome or Vanilla.
The guy's tail will end up in the BMILA (Beautiful Man I'd Like to Ask Out)

BL... not even once!
 
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