Welcome back to another bidaily! This bidaily is about Bouts-Rimés, a type of poetic game. You can learn about them in the studio linked below. Your task is to exchange sets of 10 words (with a rhyming scheme) in the studio and then use another person's words to write our own cohesive poems! Make sure you use 3 different sets of words and write 3 different poems to claim 600 points for today!

Part 01ˊˎ-
⤿ Poems

Silence, wave, crash, violence, grave, flash, cold, deep, seek, weep
Fireflies floated across shimmering grass crowded in silence
Around the velvet skies and surrounding the cliffs laid a wave
Howling as well as laughing, the wave came down with a crash
It roared in the dead of night only wishing to cause violence
Far beyond this terrifying ocean came a man so cold and grave
As lifeless as the man with no heart he was gone within a flash
Buried deep within the darkest of shadows his eyes drooped cold
The wayward man had found himself wandered too deep
He needed to find his way back home and so he had gone out to seek
Only to be the one without a soul that he was left to weep

Bow, Sass, Low, Pass, Glow, Glass, Foe, Grass, Slow, Bass
A girl stood on the tallest mountain and in her hand rested a bow
She marched around the rocks with her head held high in sass
Crouching down so she wouldn’t be bound she had to keep low
Sitting in plain sight she spotted her hunter and let it pass
But something caught her eyes in a beautifully dangerous glow
Inching forward slowly then without warning a sharp pain of glass
Glass? Strange but from her blue eyed sight she could see her foe
Around the figure in black everything shifted even the very still of grass
She wiped the blood that had been on her face trickling slow
Crimson red stained the tip of her finger shone like the scale of a bass

Cloud, chair, loud, fair, under, sheep, plunder, deep, leave, weave
Let’s take a look real quick way up high somewhere within a cloud
Curiouser and curiouser was that laid perched on gold was a chair
Trumpets sounded throughout the sky each one blaring and singing loud
This land of sunrise and sunset was raised above instead of restlessly under
Feasting on numerous trays of food with no need to count useless sheep
But while there was treasure, there was that one who grinned at plunder
Tucked away where no one could see mimicking far between lying deep
The mischievous cackling serpent had been told he needed to leave
Although he had left, he’d created a path that allowed others to weave

Words: 354

Part 02ˊˎ-
⤿ Story

The last light of day rested gently on bowed heads and tired shoulders. No one spoke of endings. No one dared to name what this night truly held. Instead, they sang. They sang every night, but it was different now. It was the beginning of something new. Changing the old.
“Mama, you promised a lullaby before bed.” A young girl’s voice tiredly spoke as she nibbled on a freshly baked cookie. A woman draped in velvet let out a long gentle sigh. The sound of waves echoed through the quiet of night. The tide rushed in as it always did day in day out—patient and soft just like that of a distant lullaby. The woman and child gathered at the edge of the world where the foam of the sea grazed coarse sand. The woman reached out her arms toward the child, holding her close.
“Darling, you need no longer weep. I’m always prepared.” The woman whispered and her voice danced along with the pattern of the ocean. She closed her eyes and then slowly began to hum a song that was familiar to both her and the child. The child did not consider that this could be the end of a story. The little girl had no understanding of why the song sounded more intense that night. The waves crept closer with every sound of the woman’s crinkly voice. For countless years, every child held burdens that should belong to the ocean or their parents. They had held together cities that no longer stood. They were so very tired and so they listened whenever the sea called out.
The woman’s lullaby morphed deeper with a slower rhythm. She smiled softly at her child whose breathing also slowed. “Dream, my child. Let you no longer worry. Remember the world where flowers never receive dry petals. Close your eyes my darling and when you wake up, you will find yourself in a new world. The sky will be whole and promises will be kept. Dream.”
Suddenly, the creeping waves brushed at the woman and child’s feet closing in on them carefully. Now, beneath the warmth of the water the child was laid, cradled in a type of silence that felt full. “Be new, my child.” The woman’s voice drifted away to sea, the words looping into spirals of foam.
One day, when the child wakes she will be carried to a land untouched by anger, of deceit and fury. A much safer place where there would be no sorrow. Nothing broken. She wouldn’t have to be attached to anything that she couldn’t hold. No heavy burden held high above her shoulders. None of that emptiness would be there to burden her. Absolutely none. She will not remember the shore. She will not remember the rising of the sea or the arms that held her as sleep took her. But the lullaby will be stitched into the quiet spaces inside her. Forever. Although she would end up growing in a world where nothing is broken, she will have to carry one small invisible truth. Some had to stand at the edge of the ocean and choose to become it themselves so she would be allowed to live inside the waves. Sometimes, whenever spilled lo from the horizon becomes a blur, she will feel the slightest pull toward the very hum of the waves. Yet she will never understand. However, she will listen. And somewhere far away, between the land and the sky, laid down just like she had been, something will listen to her in return. And she will whisper that she is safe.

Words: 602