Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Ursa major]

No poet, I, as you'll see,
I just like puns running free:

A terrifying sight: two dozen nuns,
Carrying Brownings, those most deadly guns;
I followed them, a dangerous feat,
To the barracks, on Wimple Street.

 

[Talysia]

Tiny seeds, locked below frozen earth
Waiting their time, waiting for rebirth.
Waiting for the temperature to rise
Before the seeds swell in size
And sprout, racing up toward light,
To flower even amongst Winter's bite.

 

[Peter Graham]

Northern England! Oh, so fair!
Beauty shines from dale and tarn.
But people seldom come to stare
At water, heather, town and farm.
And why? Because (the old refrain)
It always pisses down with rain.

 

[Talysia]

I like that one, Peter!

Moon above us, do you see
The state of the world below?
Watching as you traverse the skies,
What do you feel, if anything?
Distant moon, aloft and possibly aloof,
What tales could you tell us?

 

[Ishar]

fortress stands tall admist empty land
built on shifting sands it falls
bones of knights crumble to dust
skies weep for their lost love
desert flowers spring into bloom
ressurection of honour from the gloom

 

[Ursa major]

♪ When you live below some rocks,
All you see are people's socks.
When you find that Blu-ray's won,
You dont know why.... ♪ (Ask Lenny! )

(Apologies to both Disney and Lenny! )

 

[Ursa major]

People with more money than scents:
The dream of every perfume retailer.

 

[Pyan]

I walk the crowded wards, searching.
This is where the stars die.
This sanctum is the universe's end.

In the corner, a dying star.
"Were you great?" I ask it.
"What did they call you, once?"

"They called me the Dog Star.."
I don't believe it! "You're joking! -
No, no, you cannot be Sirius!"

 

[Ursa major]

The cosmos, it is highly strung,
Or so some 'braney people say;
But quantum loops may be among,
Solutions that could win the day.

 

[Giovanna Clairval]

Black holes dancing in the dark,
Novae, quarks, loops whirl and throb.
I did tell my faithful lark,
"Time has changed. Change your job!".

But the herald of the day,
As the dawn grew rosy cheeks,
Cocked its head and said, "Nay.
'Tis from love I get my kicks."

 

[Ursa major]

(Inspired by the Museum of Curiosity's
discussion about multi-dimensional pubs and jokes: )

An Englishman, an Irishman, a Scotsman
Go into a three dimensional pub.
Or so they think; but then:
"Time, Gentlemen, please!" says the barman.

 

[HardScienceFan]

Indian actor Pudenda Popinjay caught flashing:
Claims:I always use a flashlight

 

[Talysia]

Tail flicks idly as it sits,
watching, ever vigilant, surveilling its land.
The griffin, most noble of beasts,
sees something in the distance, and
with a mighty sweep of wings,
Gracefully leaps into the wintery sky.

 

[Culhwch]

The voice thunders, full of fire.
'Mortal, why have you come here?'

The knight stops, his stance uncertain.
'For glory and riches,' he says.

'You are wrong,' the dragon replies.
'You have come here to die.'

 

[TorrnT]

That is a hard act to follow Culhwch, intresting and to the point, but most of all, not a poem but an actual story.

“Quickly man” the fat merchant urged.
“That cut throat Maddack has escaped”.
“Take me across, here's a coin”.
Halfway across the merchant points down,
“Did the drunk lying there pay”?
The stranger grins, “that’s the ferryman”


This very much suits my style of writing. Using the readers cognitive skills to create the story.
hope it works.

 

[Talysia]

He stands before those hellish gates,
To fight the beast hiding inside.
Upon his sword rests many fates,
Including souls of those who've died.
And as the hellish foe awaits,
He pushes those gates open wide.

 

[TheEndIsNigh]

Ok I 'm up for it.

Although its difficult not to drift into Rupert mode.


He clung on to his snowball
passing time in dark endless space
He noticed it was getting warmer
as he approched the yellow heat
Wait, what's this huge blue ball
Watch out dinosaur. Oops too late.

 

[Culhwch]

“Quickly man” the fat merchant urged.
“That cut throat Maddack has escaped”.
“Take me across, here's a coin”.
Halfway across the merchant points down,
“Did the drunk lying there pay”?
The stranger grins, “that’s the ferryman”


This very much suits my style of writing. Using the readers cognitive skills to create the story.
hope it works.

Very effective, Torn. I like the grim humour.

 

[BookStop]

The debaucherous letch left to moulder.
His last manuscript's pages wholly dispersed.
Remains like his trail grow colder,
His partner's alibi so convincingly rehearsed.

 

[TorrnT]

Janet woke up in a sweat,
then immediately reached for her husband.
His skin was warm and soft,
Confirmation that she had been dreaming.
She dressed, Went to the window
Before her rose a mushroom cloud.


I celebrated my 40th 1 day to long, and if i didnt feel 40 before my birthday i sure as hell do now and as such i cant seem to string anything good together.
so please forgive the above effort

ps. TheEndIsNigh i like the premise of your story.