Poetry Game, Anyone?

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the Chair

I have become a chair.
For others to sit upon.

Where is what I want to do?
Where is what I want to be?

I am tired of playing games
I long to be free.

No more an invisible unit,
But a person with identity.


word: invisible
 

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invisible

Seeing is our life

One sense grabbing all senses

In the scheme of us
 

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Billowing smoke,
white,
flecked with menacing greys
escapes the stack
crookedly erected
atop the blackened crematoria.



Next word: silence
 

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Craving it, sustenance
for my weary heart
to hide
from the madness,
people
Silence
is all I need.

A cigarette,
a glass of iced tea,
and thee.
 
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Dang it! I do that every time! Sorry, again. The next word is weary
 

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Dawn Fear

Staring at my ever retreating horizons;
Watching, as the colours fade back into grey;
Can I pack my bag any better
Now that I know where I am going?
Am I any more likely to succeed
For being older, and more tired?

Another day fades into dusk's waiting shades.
Should I mourn the death of another dream?
Another weary child finds sleep has no answer
To the merciless sneaking and creeping of memories.

And I am waiting for the sun
To lift my spirits, with the hem of night.
Waiting for a new day
To convince me that this world could be alright.

Staring, at my ever retreating horizons;
Watching as the colours fade back into grey;
Am I really more likely to succeed,
Being older, and more tired,
Than the heady impetuousness
Of a young child.


Next word: Success
 

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Depth of the sea glass
helps seer to see the dawn
In vivid colour.


Next word: blood
 

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You only feel the blood pulsing when you press.
You only see the blood pulsing when you cut.
You only know the blood is pulsing when you live.

Edit--------------------
I've thought of an improvement for this one (yeah, well, there was lots to improve!)

The Blood Pulsing

You only feel it when you press.
You only see it when you cut.
You only know it when you live.

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Next word: Knowledge.
 
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Knowledge,
Some have it.
Some pretend to have it.
Some don't know they have it.
Some can't even spell it.
Knowledge. What's your take?


Next word: never
 

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Never a Dull Moment

In the darkness,
I am not afraid
when I feel your caress.

My love for you grows strong,
because I love you dear;
pure love comes from my heart.

I’ll never be sad and lonely,
even when you’re not with me,
but I will remember you always.

Your name will be in my memory,
and when I think of it,
I’ll smile and feel happier.

I hope that you are
forever true to yourself,
and the man that you love.

On my dying bed,
you will come to mind;
I will be afraid.

My love in my soul
will pour out into the heavens,
and you will be touched.

For then, I will be with you;
my heart will never stop
its love for you.

The above poem was pulled from the shoebox of unforgotten poems.

Next word: Passion
 

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A force so powerful
mountains are moved
cities are built
worlds are destroyed
people die
hearts are consumed
by passion.

The lust for a lover
cannot compare
to the passion
of an artist
a dreamer
or a terrorist
with a cause.

Passionate about life
passionate even in death
are those who believe
strongly enough.
I feel for the ones
who have never known
real passion.

Next word: Anger
 

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Heart burning with pain, desire full of anguish.

Not knowing, not wanting to hurt or be hurt.

Frustration overwhelming the mind.

Insanity inviting itself in, wanting, but not wanting.

Fear giving into anger. Sometimes love into hate.

Needing, but afraid to want, not being able to

say yes and never wanting to say no.

Dying to a new beginning, always afraid of ones inner self.

Fragmented life, Fragmented poem…

“Always Tormented”

word: Telephone
 

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Ring, sucker, ring!
I need to hear
the sound
of a human voice.

How quickly that changed
up until ten days ago
I let the machine
take my telephone calls.
 

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Ahem! Ahem!

The next word, missing:
How can poets continue
Without use of words?

Next word: missing
 
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Missing mandibles
Cause look of shock
Agape smiles
Silly shadows on bathroom walls.


Next word: knee
 

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Buckled

As I lap the track,
legging that round stage in vain,
with both knees in pain-
the circuit of existence
parts memory at the knee.


Next word: Disabled
 

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disabled

the mangled frame
is nothing
but mind
not soul
a request
challenged
yet not forgotten
in the words of others
so hard to play the game
when you are
disabled.