First lines

[LeifTheBunny]

How's this:

 

Nobody's listening

my friends have

abandoned me

Silence deafening

without hearing

their friendly words

 

Loneliness settles

my heart sinks

further in spirit

Aggravation mettles

harmful feelings

arise in anger

[Ayshela]

wonderful!! i'm doing well to remember my own name, these days, but i think i'm going to snag all these "first lines" and take them on the plane with me next week and see where they take my pen.

[epinephrine]

I hardly claim to be a poet, but if you don't try nobody listens!

 

OK all, how's this

 

Nobody’s Listening

To the cry of love unnoticed,

Nobody Cares to hear

The clamour of thoughts ignored.

 

Nobody knows

When I cry alone,

Who wants to know

Of the pain of someone they can’t heal?

 

Nobody sees

When I realise

That love remains

And hope remains

Despite the fact that nobody’s listening

 

 

Perhaps it sounds a bit cheesy but I wouldn't mind gentle feedback..

 

epinephrine

[cryptomancer]

epinephrine, that is familiar, Adrenalin? or similar? *grins*

 

Nevermind. I like the poem, good flow, and the thing I look for in most of the stuff I read, Emotive conection.

 

Thanks for sharing.

 

*Grins*

 

And as for the point of the game....... I took your request as my first line....

 

and.....

 

 

Perhaps it sounds a bit cheesy but I wouldn't mind gentle feedback.

It could make me uneasy but wouldn't give me a heart attack.

Asking made me queazy but I can handle a bit of flak.

Just please dont tease me as it could make me crack.

 

 

 

Edit: My first line for others..... is.... *gets five year old son to play the set of drums we gave him for his birthday*

 

Constelations of citrius glitter upon the trees,

 

Edited October 5, 2004 by cryptomancer

[epinephrine]

Well spotted that man. Indeed that most excellent of natural drugs. And thank you for the feedback. I have taken the challenge of your line and then some.

 

Constellations of citrus glitter upon the trees,

Like golden binary systems

Orbiting green blades elliptically.

 

No laws of Kepler,

Bind these celestial creatures

Only terrestrial dependencies.

 

Suddenly Supernova,

They plummet

The sky is falling.

 

sorry about the high level of science. My teacher always tried to tell me physics could be beautiful...

 

And a second offering especially for the cryptomancer. I stole your thoughts for this one.

 

 

He gets his five year old son to play the set of drums we gave him for his birthday,

An early musical gift to inspire an early musical talent.

What luck that parents see those gifts that others miss,

And have the courage to pursue where others leave transparent,

Their disbleleif.

 

 

My compliments to your son *bows respectfully* and I hope his musical talent persists. And a first line for you or others interested..

 

"How crisp the morning frost upon the burdened blade of grass"

 

 

-epinephrine

[Mynx]

How crisp the morning frost

Upon the burdened blade of grass

Cracking underfoot

As I make my weary pass

 

Drawing coat about me

Glaring at the ground

In the distance, I hear bells ring

That hated, piercing sound

 

How heavy the weary burden

The stress weighing me down

I cross the gates to my personal Hell

Wearing a constant, desparing frown.

 

*pulls face*

What? Me? Bummed about the end of term break?

.....yup.

 

New line for all those willing...

 

"Be gone with this, I'm going home"

[cryptomancer]

Be gone with this, I'm going home,

The storm cloud broke upon the sound,

Of clamouring thunder and the pierce

Of rain upon the ground.

 

Be gone my mist, grow fat and fall,

For in the emptiness, of weathered sky,

Who am I to your growth deny?

And in the grip of sky detain,

The brilliance of fresh new rain?

 

Tantalized by defeated fall,

The ground catches and drinks all,

And in the thirst of daylight quenched

Grasps the rays of daylight drenched,

And in the falling orbs displays

Her thanks to life, to love, always.

 

 

How crisp the morning frost upon the burdened blade of grass,

Crystalizes the wonder of light, surrounded by increasingly

Fine display of treasured beauty, brightening day.

My love caressed the ground under her sole.

Bared to cold embrace of winters crown, that on the grass

In losing battle the sun holds at bay, as in the dawn

Of newest day the love of all caresses my worries and

Dreams away. Life renewed, love survives, and in all

Her beauty my mind with truth and love inspires.

 

 

 

 

"Were ever my heart lays its beating breath"

 

[drummondo]

Edit: My first line for others..... is.... *gets five year old son to play the set of drums we gave him for his birthday*

 

Constelations of citrius glitter upon the trees,

 

Cryptomancer, you confused me. I wrote this anyway :\

 

Let The Mourning For The Night Begin...

 

Gets five year old son to play the set of drums we gave him for his birthday.

Constellations of citrius glitter upon the trees,

And through the leaves, drops of daylight descend.

 

Gets noble old sun to play that morning reveille for it's birthday,

As each morning it's reborn with apparent ease,

And between green and green, the colours blend:

 

The yellow rays take on the hint of grass,

Beneath the trees where light is seldom passed,

Rejoicing in the new world found below;

The conquering of shadows,

And the birth of morn' at last.

Edited October 7, 2004 by drummondo

[Mynx]

Cryptomancer, you confused me.

I believe, my friend, that the part about his 5 year old was simply the word smith's way of enacting a drumrole.

 

Constelations of citrius glitter upon the trees

Was his line. The rest was posing...

 

*grins at Cryptomancer*

[musicevangelist]

Constellations of citrus glitter upon the trees

The moon hangs high in anticipation

Echoes of daylight linger in the clouds

Orange fingers of delight

 

Leaves of gold tumble restlessly

Roots plumb depths to exist

Silence reigns here in the forest

Humanity is at an end

 

Ok new line for someone:

 

"Who chooses this life we lead"

[cryptomancer]

Who chooses this life we lead?

The path of love we tread?

The secret passages of time,

Till with our death we bed?

 

Is guidance upon the thread of fate?

Or upon the faithless life?

Is love a gift of eternity?

Or the trick of mortal minds?

 

If in the solitude of night

Upon the heartless dawn,

I can stand in awe of you?

To you I give my soul.

 

For life is upon us to choose.

Its path is ours to walk.

It is your love that made it so.

And you with us do walk.

 

 

'In love I hold my heart to you'

 

[musicevangelist]

In love I hold my heart to you

Giving over all that is dear

To hold you in my arms

Anything and everything I'd do

Painting the world with my love

The artistry that is you

 

New line:

Paradigms swirling through infinity

[drummondo]

Paradigms swirling through infinity;

The endless arguments follow set paths,

And an inevitable example of my fallibility,

As you slam the door, the perfect epitaph

 

To put upon my headstone:

"Unable to argue, always in the wrong,

In death untouched, in life alone,

A grave unfurling now he's gone

Of weakness. This stone is too strong

 

To represent this man against his will;

Rest in peace, alone still."

Edited October 7, 2004 by drummondo

[cryptomancer]

Paradigms swirling through infinity,

Each a world unto itself,

Owned by those that in them live,

Patterning the minds perfectly.

 

On the twisting paths of truth,

World is viewed and taints

By proof, the everlastingness

Under Life's eternal roof.

 

 

'Let loose the river torrent'

 

[cryptomancer]

Drummondo! Wow! That I like!

 

Very well done, *grins*

 

[musicevangelist]

Let loose the river torrent

Emotions all aflood

Cascading waterfalls of doubt

To the ocean of delusion

Rescue me, pull me up

To the ship of truth

Sail away with haste

From the land of misery

The wind of hope

Drives us forward

Challenging us to overcome

The tyranny of despair

 

I tried to make this more hopeful and uplifting than some of my poems in the past (not posted here).

 

New line borrowed partl;y from Whitesnake:

 

Hanging on the promises of yesterday

[dragonqueen]

This is a cool idea. I wish I had some poem to post here, but at the moment, my muse is on vacation. Which is why I have a first line and nothing else.

 

'I just want to be inspired'

[Until_It_Sleeps]

Let loose the river torrent; Unleashing what cannot be contained,

Those responsible linger back, Unable to hide their apparent shame,

The redened streams burst then flow; Lapping ever so soothingly,

Apart from you they dash calmly towards your infectious gravity,

Drifting onwards by the weights of consequences that we surely know,

And where the red formed then pooled; Bloody rivers ceased their flow,

Convinced to part ways with dreams of achieving something more,

While the sun ejects seamless rays upon us; Filled with seething apathies,

We cannot help but defend ourselves; In a war without bullets; Just fallacies

 

Haha... All I could think of on the spot, back to the song I'm writing...

[drummondo]

Let loose the river torrent,

Ever flowing from your lips,

The whitened froth of anger

Crashes on the rocks, and skips

 

Across the surface of deceit;

Rising steam and vapour clings

To my red face, disguised as sweat;

Our love is no heated spring,

 

But more a pool of stagnant hate,

Waiting for a harsh discharge:

Damn your lies, they only add

To my ever-growing barrage

 

Of replies; and pretty soon

I'll let loose my gentle stream,

And you shall drown; is this the end

Of which you spoke? You cannot scream

 

When water swallows whole your words;

Silently note the moonlight's gleam

Upon the lake; and images of birds

Silhouetted against the only light

In the sky, as I take flight

From you.

 

I never cared for swimming anyway

[Ayshela]

Okay, as promised, i printed out the first lines which had been posted by the night before i left and took them with me. elbow room on the plane being at a premium, and peace to think non-existent, i wrote mostly on layovers until my brain melted and began to run out my ears.

Here's my contribution to this lovely thread.

 

 

Like a new day dawning

spreads the smile across your face -

once turbulent, now calming,

anger fading without trace.

Misunderstandings cleared and

gentle resolution found

without the repercussions feared.

Again, our friendship's proven sound.

 

 

Silence stole my shadow, softly slipped away

as all words fled swiftly from me, racing off to play

with an oft-abandoned clause and a long forgotten phrase

to ensure they have some fun before they vanish in the haze

of ever fading memory, in dim recess of time

kept for now forgotten syllables and words which have no rhyme.

 

 

 

"Smells like the colour purple!"

the little girl cried

as she sniffed the air excitedly,

her brown eyes opened wide.

Her best friend with his lollipop

stared fixedly ahead

as she told her mother, standing near,

"I'd like one that tastes red!"

 

 

Within the darkness no light is seen

and there i huddle safely,

refusing tears with telltale sheen

ensuring solitude.

Within the silence no sound is heard

and there i struggle vainly,

searching for a friendly word

to break my solitude.

Within this despair no peace is found

and there i writhe in darkness

searching for a light, a sound,

in endless solitude.

 

 

 

Nobody's Listening.

Hurried steps along the street,

we pass each other blindly.

Hundreds of half conversations,

we brush by unacknowledged.

Head and shoulders grimly hunched,

we plod by aimlessly.

"Communicating" endlessly

we do not realize,

Nobody's Listening.

 

 

 

Still and quiet, feline form

of grace and calm disdain.

Blinking slowly, sleepy one

will lull to false security.

Walking surely, self-absorbed,

your presence unacknowledged.

Pouncing quickly, sudden blur

of motion kills its prey.

Curling lazily, contented lump

of mews and purrs drifts sleepwards.

Still and quiet, feline form

of grace and calm disdain.

[Mynx]

I'm loving what I'm reading here folks!

Cryptomancer gave me this line in person one day...

"Silly kitty, stuck in study"

 

*ehem*

 

Silly Kitty

Stuck in study

Wants to make

Her blade tip bloody

 

Silly Kitty

Heading to class

Another hour

On her big fat ass.

 

*grins*

[musicevangelist]

I just want to be inspired

Feeling the words flow

I want the flash of light

To know what is mine

To be what I can be

Live up to my potential

To crack the glass ceiling

Imposed by a timid self

To excel in my chosen field

A dream worth striving for

I must accomplish something

So this life is not a waste

 

 

New first line:

 

Adorable fever burns your brain

Edited October 8, 2004 by musicevangelist

[Mynx]

Adorable fever burns your brain

Aching joints add to the pain

Something nagging in your head

Have to speak, but what's to be said?

Lying prone, mind still racing

Finding thoughts captivating

Inspiration! Where's my Muse?

I need a cure to these winter blues!

 

New line: I believe in people dying

[cryptomancer]

Adorable fever burns your brain,

Numb the system, kill the pain,

My soul confused taking strain,

Upon the night that taste again,

Copper thin upon the rain,

That beats down the stormy drain,

Inspired, quickened, silken train,

That lifeless worlds count as gain.

……

 

'I just want to be inspired!’

Desire upon the endless spark

That in my listless soul takes hold.

More I see the more I fate my gift to you,

My beauty, my muse, my all,

I see you and the words fall

Like soft rain upon the page,

Rinsing the pain, calming the rage.

You are my life, my all, my triumph,

The one my soul will forever call.

……

 

I never cared for swimming anyway,

To float upon the skin of calm liquid

Seems against the nature of my soul.

I hold to the same, for in my heart

I feel the freedom you seek

Upon the waters crest,

But I feel the same

Upon the spans of flame

That from my soul do swing

As in the air I take to wing

……

 

I believe in people dying

For it is the path of mortal life.

In the air of love, the pain of strife

And the truth, contrasts the lying,

For how can you live?

Until you can admit you’re dying?

……

 

Hanging on the promises of yesterday

Love, my fated path, split to the south,

As I try to walk north.

 

Feeling the price of pain I pay

Love, my fated choice, complete embrace,

My heartbeat raced.

 

Holding to the future’s way

Love, my fated dream, you, my all,

Forever for you I fall.

 

 

Line: 'Nonsensically subtle silliness'

 

[drummondo]

Nonsensically subtle silliness

As squirrels slyly slink and shy away,

The rain sluices silently from the sky,

Soaking the spent soldiers where they lay.

 

Nature, in all its ignorance, still plays

While death cries, as a trumpet on the air,

Eyes watch the games, but do not see because

They're dead.

 

                    I guess this mother doesn't care.

 

I love alliteration

 

Or perhaps that should be "adore alliteration"...

Edited October 8, 2004 by drummondo