This is something I have had fun with. And I include one of the several little things I wrote using words someone else gave me. It's called Bouts-Rimes. (Probably should be an accent on that e, but oh well.)
The words mean rhymed ends. It's a challenging game, really, and an exercise in writing something with an imposed poetic structure. Someone makes up the rhymed ending words for a fourteen line poem and gives the words to someone else to use in writing the poem. The original rhyme scheme was that of a Shakespearean Sonnet: abab, cdcd, efef, gg. That's the scheme I have always used.
You can create poems with meaning or nonsense poems using this form. The stranger the list of words, of course, the more challenging the game.
His Last Gift
These mountains she loved were no longer brown.
Cold, grey they stood in the day's fading light.
She was running away, away from his town,
careless of the approaching night.
If hearts truly break, hers was broken.
Tears froze in her eyes. Her lips, stone
like the cold hills, let no word be spoken,
but inside her brain, words were thrown
against walls she was building. "Lift
up your heart, my dear." His words. And under
the words, a smile of deceit--his last gift.
She drove toward the clouds, not hearing their thunder,
wondering why he had said that her kind
would never know love, except in her mind.
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