Forum Games:

[Sally Roberts]

Here's a neat game to play.
Add a line.
The rules of this game is to add a new line to a previous line to create a poem. It will be a rhyming poem so choose your ending words carefully. You can rhyme with the previous line or every other line.
example:
I love the rain,
But it's a pain.
You can bet,
That I'll get wet.

Or it can go this way:

I love the rain,
You can bet
But it's a pain
That I'll get wet.


There is no limit to how many lines are created, but only one NEW line per post. Yet any one person can post as many times as they want.
When adding a new line, The poster needs to post the previous lines just to make it read like a verse.
Eventually the stanzas will come together. I'm curious to see what it will turn out to be.

I'll start it off with the first line.

I opened up the door at last and this is what I saw,

[PaintedDiary]

Great Game Ms Roberts!!!!!!!!!

I opened up the door at last and this is what I saw,
cherubs singing nature's anthem upon clouds proud and tall,

[erikestabrook]

I opened the door and this is what I saw,
cherubs singing natures anthem upon clouds proud and tall,
its beauty keeps me in awe although when things die and return they call it a sickening beauty Fall

[Abae]

The Following Text Is Quoted:

I opened the door and this is what I saw,
cherubs singing natures anthem upon clouds proud and tall,
its beauty keeps me in awe although when things die and return they call it a sickening beauty Fall

Ah there it be, in the opening of the spring thaw.

[Sally Roberts]

I opened up the door at last and this is what I saw,
Cherubs singing natures anthem upon clouds proud and tall.
Its beauty keeps me in awe, although when things die and return, they call it a sickening beauty fall.
Awe there it be, in the opening of a Spring thaw,

A little budlit lifts its head as if reaching for the sun,

[erikestabrook]

I opened up the door at last and this is what I saw,
Cherubs singing natures anthem upon clouds proud and tall.
Its beauty keeps me in awe, although when things die and return, they call it a sickening beauty fall.
Awe there it be, in the opening of a Spring thaw,

A little budlit lifts its head as if reaching for the sun,
who knows it could be a rose a flower that I shun,

[mangodroplet]

I opened up the door at last and this is what I saw,
Cherubs singing natures anthem upon clouds proud and tall.
Its beauty keeps me in awe, although when things die and return, they call it a sickening beauty fall.
Awe there it be, in the opening of a Spring thaw,

A little budlit lifts its head as if reaching for the sun,
who knows it could be a rose a flower that I shun,
But if I pay no heed it will grow dun,

[nomadicrhymer]

I opened up the door at last and this is what I saw,
Cherubs singing natures anthem upon clouds proud and tall.
Its beauty keeps me in awe, although when things die and return, they call it a sickening beauty fall.
Awe there it be, in the opening of a Spring thaw,

A little budlit lifts its head as if reaching for the sun,
who knows it could be a rose a flower that I shun,
But if I pay no heed it will grow dun,
I cannot let it die or in the garden there will be no fun

[mangodroplet]

I opened up the door at last and this is what I saw,
Cherubs singing natures anthem upon clouds proud and tall.
Its beauty keeps me in awe, although when things die and return, they call it a sickening beauty fall.
Awe there it be, in the opening of a Spring thaw,

A little budlit lifts its head as if reaching for the sun,
who knows it could be a rose a flower that I shun,
But if I pay no heed it will grow dun,
I cannot let it die or in the garden there will be no fun

A little girl dancing as if there are there no cares,

[PaintedDiary]

I opened up the door at last and this is what I saw,
Cherubs singing natures anthem upon clouds proud and tall.
Its beauty keeps me in awe, although when things die and return, they call it a sickening beauty fall.
Awe there it be, in the opening of a Spring thaw,

A little budlit lifts its head as if reaching for the sun,
who knows it could be a rose a flower that I shun,
But if I pay no heed it will grow dun,
I cannot let it die or in the garden there will be no fun

A little girl dancing as if there are there no cares,
suddenly something frightened her and then she ran upstairs,