If I can _only_ compose poetry when I'm Manic, surely there is a poet within me somewhere, struggling to come out.
I've found that it helps to just pull the first line out of my ass, with the rhyme and meter either determined by the next line or the line after my ass.
This evening I really _did_ compose a poem whose first line was "In the deep of the knight". Do yer worst; I'll post my own poem tomorrow evening. And-a One! And-A Two! And-A...
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Wednesday November 28 2018, @04:39PM
In the deep of the knight
Sir Lance Not a Lot did stir
Never quite finishing off
The trochee blank verse concurs
For a meter up Crawfords' ass
(Score: 2) by DeathMonkey on Wednesday November 28 2018, @06:18PM (1 child)
I just sat here staring at this for like five minutes trying to think of something.
Nope.
I tried though!
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Thursday November 29 2018, @08:59AM
In the deep of the knight
Into my line of sight
A poetic primate released
Alas that Monkey hath deceased
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Wednesday November 28 2018, @10:45PM
In the deep of the knight
my sword plowed through
a bloddy silver lightning
crashing in that thunderous night
damm it's hard and dammit I suck at it
(Score: 2) by mrpg on Thursday November 29 2018, @02:27AM
In the deep of the knight
beside some scimitar
there was a glowing light
calling the guitar
let's hear a melody
you are up to par
it's not a felony
to throw peasants in tar.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday December 01 2018, @12:58AM
In the deep of the night, I ponder what was
Such as when I held tight the illusion of love
Or when I believed there was purpose above
But my dreams never live in the light of the sun
Forwards or backwards, it all seems the same
Turn my cheek to the lies, my back on the shame
Platitudes about attitudes are a lonely refrain
In the deep of the night