One Line Poetry Game


#1050

The echoes of hatred kill long after they’ve been killed…


#1051

Where did this come from? :joy:


#1052

(you are supposed to start your one line poem, with the last word from the line before you. So you should be using the word ‘downfalls’)


#1053

Downfall is upon us, the decision made was unwise, it will lead us to our demise


#1054

Demise is a gift of once last chance, the devil asking you to dance

Blockquote


#1055

Dance is a distraction from addictive frothing floors.


#1056

Floors give out underneath me, and I simply plummet


#1057

Plummeting - Painful flight, falling past purple feathery furrows


#1058

furrows of memories paint my mind in sorrowful color.


#1059

Color me, for I am made of black and white.


#1060

White is easily sullied, easily dirtied, easily besmirched.


#1061

Besmirched is the reality we face before us.


#1062

Us- why is it always about us? What about them?


#1063

them is not the word on my lips, since when?


#1064

When will you let the words flow true, and not the sour twisted phrases you utter in the darkness.


#1065

The darkness you call home but has been choking my insides for so long


#1066

long hours stretch into long days as we work ourselves away


#1067

Away to a world for the people to good for this one


#1068

one too many shots keep you talking like “I StiLL LovE…HMmr”…like what?


#1069

what is left to gnaw on when only bone-dust remains.