The NEW 6 word poetry game thread.

[RaiRai]

I attempted this in the past and I still actually quite enjoy the task. The rules are simple. You get given a set of 6 words, by myself, and you must use those words in a 6 line poem, one word per each line. The effect of this is to see how people use those words to portray various different themes, because more often than not, each poem turns out completely different. It also forces you to write, moulding your mind into a set which makes it easier to use random words as basis for writing.

So, without further ado, your current set of 6 words are as follows:

Jacket, People, Body, Lamp, Record, United.

Have at it!

[slightly aboveaverage man]

He lead her in and took off his Jacket,
Hoping the people below would not hear the racket.
He stroked the warm body of the young tramp,
As he set down the camcorder by the old lamp.
Before he went to her, he pressed the button "Record."
And prepared to be united with this lovely whore.

[Osterbaum]

Nice one SAAM... :D

I'l try it too...Do the words need to appear in the given order?

Well here it goes:

He took his jacket and walked
The people looked at him, like he was no one
His body shook, he knew he was marked
He looked at the lamp, the light was gone
He could see it in their eyes, they had that same record playing in their minds
These people where all united, united against him for no reason, they were evil, not kind

Err...I don't think it's so good...

[RaiRai]

SAAM, I have to say bravo for that one. Very good. I'm trying to attempt this set myself, but I'm at a loss for creative talent at this very moment, so I'll see what I can come up with later.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Jacket strewn on the floor, his thoughts as clutter
People he left behind long ago, ghosts they mutter
Body ravaged with the daily stresses, wieght on his shoulders
Lamp glowing on his desk, shadowing memories in their holders
Record his soul, biased in his pensive
United his thoughts, always on the defensive.


Hmmmm ... moody. Juvenile. ... definitely angsty.

You're right. The hell am I doing weriting garbage like this? ^_^

[Terex4]

Lets see.....

He sighed as he tossed his jacket to the floor
People he decided were not worth his time
His body was tense his head to the door
He switched off his lamp they would discover his crime
His record had been hurt before this had become his blight
He wished he had an ally, united to his plight.

Hey I wrote a poem!

[RaiRai]

The jacket was binding, white and firm
the people watched him wriggle and squirm
As his body refused to go with his head
Under the lamp, he was examined instead
Just for the record, he wasn't insane,
just a few steps away from being united again.

[Osterbaum]

They were all good, but...No one can compete with Rai. Thats excellent. I mean really...Excellent.

[Thaumaturge]

Very good, everyone. Well, here is my attempt:

Fated Hero

In a jacket of ice, the cold form waits,
Unknown to the people above.
His body unchanging lies,
A lamp that will never go out.
Of his past we have no record,
But his future is a nation united.

[Zephie]

United in Death

I take this full metal jacket and breach load
Twenty-guage slug fit for splitting people in rows
Body de los hombres, standing ever damp
Drenched in blood and lit afire, resembling lamps
Record this day, where I did say in tired breath
Divided we stand, yet united in death

[CheshireThief]

My Wonderful Jacket

I do, in fact, have the most wonderful jacket
It's made from people, you better believe it
It fits my body in all the right places
By the light of the lamp, I sew on their faces
For the record, some of the people made quite a racket
Now they're united in silence... in the seams of my jacket

*No people were harmed in the making of this poem. Not tested on animals.

[Zephie]

Is it me, or is the thread becoming progressively more violent? :p

Before long, we might even have people dropping a cover of Cop Killer...

[Kitty Cannonade]

A Visit to My Boyfriend--After Curfew

I snuck past the cameras recording at night
And past all those lamps that light up so bright
When sensing a body in motion.
An oversized jacket disguised most my features
(From eyes of the people and other sad creatures)
Til united with my new devotion.

[Funka Genocide]

whats read by the lamp light
learned people at midnight
the mind can't record
with body explore

within easy reach
while jackets are breached
cold fingers slip in
united, cold skin

[Rayinne]

Light

The lamp has been there all the while
Shining down on all people who live.
Outside of the jacket of the world,
Yet within your very body,
It pleads with you to flip the record
From house divided to soul united.

[videogamerz2000]

People walked by him,
by the light of day or lamp of night,
he recorded each moment, each step, each squirm,
but united, they stood,
the body couldn't discern,
as if his jacket was on fire,
no one was concerened.

Meh. If it makes sense to you, yay!

[RaiRai]

New words!

Quick, Logic, Fail, Silver, Shell, Down.

[slightly aboveaverage man]

Fox Huntin'!

It scurried away, ever so quick,
And to it's logic, avoided all sticks.
The hunter persued, he would not fail,
As he aimed his silver weapon straight at it's tail.
He loaded the pistol with one powerful shell,
He aimed down and fired, the animal fell.

[LordZoma]

Super Horse Racing Blues

I ran to the race track and had to run quick!
The cons all use logic to make their horse pick.
A hundred eight dolars, i hope i won't fail,
says Rampaging Silver runs right behind Dale!
The trumpet sounds post time! I shell out my cash!
Down eight thousand bucks, who'd have thought I'm the Flash?

[videogamerz2000]

In my very own, secure shell,
logic kicked in, and time would tell,
if I am quick enough,
and I surely won't fail,
for If I ever fall,
I will be resuced by the man faster than a silver bullet.

[Terex4]

I had to ride and had to ride quick
Logic said this message was for Sir Nick
We knew the brave knight could never fail
A flash of silver! Through the air it did sail
It penetrated my shell I could tell the cost
The messanger was down, now all has been lost.

[RaiRai]

Too quick, I jumped to blunt assumptions
my logic flawed and my sight impared
I failed to see what was given
Silver eyes through rose colored glasses (stared)
My own bitter shell, though it was my own fault
I brought myself down and all for naught.

[The Infallible]

Quick to fight and quick to die
Throwing away logic in the blink of an eye
Though unconciously afraid that they might fail
Afraid of the silver that through the air sails
the shells rip through the war torn town
and by the the thousands the soldiers fall down

[Rayinne]

Unspecified

A wanderer I am in this world, one with a million names.
The shell I keep about my self is but one of my games.
Once I took it down, discarded it for a bit.
Used my brain in a place you'd think it least likely to fit.
They were an odd bunch, but normal to sight.
And there was silver in what I came up with that night.
Also, brown and red, with a bit of green and black.
And all of a sudden I'm under attack!
Your logic is flawed, they said, your arguments fall.
Hypocrites, I thunk, as I stared at them all.
Quick, I saw here wasn't my place, and I wouldn't stay.
Go ahead, you people, go crazy and play.
But I'd already started something, I wouldn't fail.
When my mind begins, it won't take down the sail.
So I laid out my plan, and saw it through to the end.
Next time my road turned, I first looked around the bend.

[RaiRai]

Try to keep them to six lines, one per each line. In the order they come in. That way you're forced to write in a specific way.

[CheshireThief]

Conman's Poem

Quick, I had to think. This was gonna be hard.
I must gather my logic -- the tool of a bard.
If my wits aren't sharp, then fail, I might.
All this for silver?-- the thought as I take to my flight.
The ball and shell game, I thought I ran it with class.
Now I'm running in fear, the mob coming down on my ass!

[Crodevillian Team]

What feels like long ago this morn I yearned for Nestle Quik
but by all accounts of logic should've known it'd make me sick
And sure enough it took one glass to make my colon fail
So I ventured to the doctor's desk and rang the silver bell
He said I'd have to shell out eighty bucks for pills and meds
But he knocked the price down ten percent when threatened with my Keds.

Power to the people.

[RaiRai]

Spend, Sting, Toast, Green, Leash, Legend.

[LordZoma]

Are you running out of energy to spend?
Do your muscles burn and sting?
Feeling like burnt toast?
Are your tonsils green?
Don't be a dog on a leash.
Buy new Elixir Legend! Now only 20 gil!

[slightly aboveaverage man]

She had spent the night at home, to cook a small snack.
It was not long that she felt a sting in the back of her neck.
The smell wafted through the air, she exclaimed "The toast is burning!"
Her husband made a smart remark, but as he looked on he turned sickly green.
Later in the O.R., The doctor used the scallple like an owner uses a leash.
"Dr. Penfield!" she would later exclaim. "You have become a legend for slaying my beast!"

[Terex4]

The card of plastic I did spend
The sting of debt I must trancend.
Eating only toast has made me lean
I fear I'll never see the green.
A short leash I have attatched
The legend of debt, I haven't matched.

[Elliena Camile]

My Refrigerator

We spend our money on grapes and cheese from a goat.
The milk in the fridge stings my throat.
The bread is so stale we only use it for toast.
The fruit is turning green, as is the roast.
The smells is so bad we use a leash to open the door.
This is the legend of my dorm-room refrigerator.

[videogamerz2000]

I awoke this morining to the smell of burnt toast,
when I went downstairs, what I was saw something that could easily sting anybody's eyes,
and my nostril was filled with a smell that pinched my neckm like I was hung on a leash,
for a green odour came out of the kitchen,
and now I spend my days,
telling this stupid legend.

[RaiRai]

To spend another day sitting in endless wait
the sting won't vanish until it's too late
a toast to his health, my tombstone I'd carve
Green with envy, without love I'd starve
He'd pull my leash, I have no choice but to obey
I was once a legend, but he took that away.

[Thaumaturge]

The Mage

I spend my time studying my spells,
Ignoring the sting as I memorise them,
I can make toast of a man,
Or a green toad instead,
I can leash the elements,
I am a spell-casting legend.

[RaiRai]

Bust, loud, wasted, call, memory, done.

[Osterbaum]

We bust out, run quickly out of the room
And we shout: "These are the years when we are in full bloom"
I would rather not see them wasted, as often people do
So we call for our selves, to realize the truth
Let's make this a one big memory, on we remember forever!
We don't just want to be done with it, but rather live it as we should, be clever!

Well...This is really hard if you ask me. But this is what came out after a little (perhaps too little) of thinking.

[RaiRai]

Her hand wavered across her bust
a loud sigh exiting her dry lips
wasted eyes longing to close now
she'll call on slumber, if just for a while
to lay in memories that save her from the present
what's done is done, but the tears go on.