Welcome to our game for writers. It is an Exquisite Corpse. An Exquisite Corpse is a writing or art game where you complete the story, poem or drawing in parts. Each author or artist cannot see the previous artists/writers work. In this case we are writing a poem together. It is a poem about anything.
In this case there is no restriction on words. This EC goes until we get to 100. Some numbers may be repeated. If they do they will entered in the order they were received.
Here is how this will work. When you loaded this page there was a number loaded below. It is a random number. In order to play, you will write your random number in the comment below along with 1 line of poetry. For example if your number is 1E, write 1E in the comment with your line of poetry. Write only one line. If you want to write more than one line, reload the page for a new number.
Once we have enough lines between 25 and 100, we will show the results. That means I’ll collect all the lines, put them in order, and then I will publish the poem we have created.
See the poem we wrote together.
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9 The snow blew over her body in the dark, quiet field.
2) The cosmos swirled and swallowed her up, keen to collect its stardust once again
13 Sending forth a bellow, awaiting the answering echo
10 In the dark of the night before death had come at pace
19 Then her spirit rose to touch me as if to comfort my aching soul
5 The eastern sky flame red with ominous signs of hope.
14 Entwined between now and then
17 After a long cold night, the sun rose bright
9 She lay next to his warmth, summoning grace to bridge the gap between them.
19
Sunday morning, sun streaming through windows in need of cleaning
15. As I stood,
and watched from the snowy woods
3 And just there, the sun, behind a compassionate cloud that veils us from intense reflection
4 I heard a young girl laughing like Leila on our wedding day.
4 her rosy face flickered, casting colorful lights in the night sky.
3 her rosy face flickered, casting colorful lights in the night sky.
8) Even in a great upheaval, she displayed her unwavering passion for him.
A) It was because of the tears and the pain-that’s why he let her down again.
6) Behind the charcoal of the burned was a sphere of unbreakable glass
6) Hope. The last expectation even on borrowed time.
9. As he turned the corner he came face to face with one of his greatest fears.
3. Introspection that implodes a broken heart within a guilt ridden soul
1 The hard, white Texas light, dappled by the tree limbs
7 The air pierced through her like a frozen dagger not visible in the night
Life is purgatory and her silence was hell
F) Language is the substance of a state,reading through the cracks of a body.
15 as the sun turned fire red her skin started to burn as she bid him farewell, he professed his love for her.
8 the mind did bend in search of the knots end