Sun Sep 05, 2010 4:57 pm
Moke199 poems - combined
Posted newest poem (7th)
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These are the poems by moke199. I've decided to combine all of them together to get a more organized post. These poems are great and moke199 is a great great poet.
DO NOT COPY THESE POEMS UNLESS YOU GIVE CREDIT TO MOKE199
ALL OF THESE POEMS ARE HIS!
FIRST POEM
I fear the place where evil will dwell,
Within the very dark depths of hell.
Where demons and darkness will always roam,
But never find a place, that they can call home.
Stuck in a never-ending pit of despair,
They serve their master, and stay in his lair.
This man is a man who we call hades,
He does not care about men or ladies.
With the slightest of effort, he can slay people,
And the journey of Hell begins in a steeple.
This steeple is a graveyard, a graveyard of bones,
When you walk by, you might here some moans.
These moans, are not to be taken so slight,
As they are the dead, and you can have fright.
So remember, graveyards are of no hex,
You better watch out, or you might be next
SECOND POEM
Poseidon, ruler of the deep blue sea,
Where magnificent animals, and creatures will be.
Poseidon can rule with an iron fist,
Or have the gentlest touch, making creatures feel kissed.
The push and pull of the tide as it ebbs,
They listen to old man Poseidon, doing as he says.
Poseidon has a trident at his side,
By only his rules, does he obide.
As the night falls, the waves will recede,
They just help poseidon, and help with his needs.
Who knows what goes on at night under the sea,
I think we all know, that it will be a mystery.
THIRD POEM
What is that endless blue we call sky,
Where birds of all kinds, fly so high.
There is one god, who has some truce,
This god of the sky, his name is zeus.
Zeus is the ruler of the big three,
Not only that, but he is the ruler of thee.
He controls the weather, good or bad,
Depending on how he's feeling, happy or sad.
Sunny, cloudy, thunder or rain,
In one way or another, there Is something to gain.
Bringing joy to people around the world,
All of those things, of which can be twirled.
When the sun goes down, and the stars come out,
We all go to, and then all shout.
Zeus, the mighty god of us all,
He is the god that fills us with some appal.
4TH POEM
The slaughter of people, rich or poor,
Has taken part, in times of war.
The battle rages on, as it carries,
The true god of war, the god named Ares.
His muscles shown, his glasses on,
He uses many, like his pawn.
He can slaughter with the flick of his hand,
He can raid villages like nobody can.
He tortures his victims, he is the spoils of war,
Everytime he sees bloodshed, he only cries for more.
When the war is over, the damage is done,
Ares smiles like he's had a lot of fun.
5TH POEM
World War
Gunfire blazing through day and night,
Causing many of shock and fright.
The cannons are loaded, the mortars are firing,
The war to many, is very tiring.
Grenades are tossed here and there,
Explosives are set, with time to spare.
Airplanes bombing from up above,
Throughout the war, there is no love.
Hate has torn apart all these war vets,
Everyone, making and losing the bets.
When you think all the damage is done,
But no, the war has just begun.
Gunshots go straight through their heads,
After they need help, they shout "I need meds!"
But in the end, peace will win,
But after death, for father and kin.
6TH POEM
The Elven Land
What do we call these mysterious creatures,
They have many different interesting features.
Their pointy ears, and blondish hair,
All we can do is watch and stare.
These are not the elves of the North Pole,
But more skilled in warfare, with more death toll.
They are skilled in combat and archery too,
But warfare is not all that they do.
These bloody mercanaries do much more,
Like crafting and fletching and killing at the door.
There might be one or two riots in the kingdom,
Bows and arrows and swords they bring them.
The anarchists march toward the tower,
But the archers rain arrows on them like a shower.
The elven guards take away the remaining few,
To be executed for rioting and treason too.
The axe is raised and when it goes down,
Silence you hear, silence the sound.
So next time if you try to riot,
No amount of money, will be able to buy it.
7TH POEM
The END of the World
Apocolypse is another word for it,
While the sky is dark and the ground is lit.
Volcanoes explode underneath earths surface,
That fiery passion even hotter than a furnace.
The dams of many, burst under the pressure,
With water so high, impossible to measure.
Meteors hurtle toward earth like a jet,
But that's not the end of the world yet.
Many great floods, will soon occur,
You will soon realize, a quicker death you prefer.
The earth is now rock and rubble,
I hope this poem has caused you no trouble.
Muhahahahahahahahaha! I've scared te pants off of 5 year olds everywhere!-signed, Moke199
i TAKE NO PART IN THIS!! THIS IS ALL OF MOKE199 WORK!
instead of the poll i'll do my own:
1st - 1
2nd - 0
3rd - 0
4th - 0
5th - 0
6th - 0
7th - 0
*post more later on*
Please re vote.
____________________________________________________
These are the poems by moke199. I've decided to combine all of them together to get a more organized post. These poems are great and moke199 is a great great poet.
DO NOT COPY THESE POEMS UNLESS YOU GIVE CREDIT TO MOKE199
ALL OF THESE POEMS ARE HIS!
FIRST POEM
I fear the place where evil will dwell,
Within the very dark depths of hell.
Where demons and darkness will always roam,
But never find a place, that they can call home.
Stuck in a never-ending pit of despair,
They serve their master, and stay in his lair.
This man is a man who we call hades,
He does not care about men or ladies.
With the slightest of effort, he can slay people,
And the journey of Hell begins in a steeple.
This steeple is a graveyard, a graveyard of bones,
When you walk by, you might here some moans.
These moans, are not to be taken so slight,
As they are the dead, and you can have fright.
So remember, graveyards are of no hex,
You better watch out, or you might be next
SECOND POEM
Poseidon, ruler of the deep blue sea,
Where magnificent animals, and creatures will be.
Poseidon can rule with an iron fist,
Or have the gentlest touch, making creatures feel kissed.
The push and pull of the tide as it ebbs,
They listen to old man Poseidon, doing as he says.
Poseidon has a trident at his side,
By only his rules, does he obide.
As the night falls, the waves will recede,
They just help poseidon, and help with his needs.
Who knows what goes on at night under the sea,
I think we all know, that it will be a mystery.
THIRD POEM
What is that endless blue we call sky,
Where birds of all kinds, fly so high.
There is one god, who has some truce,
This god of the sky, his name is zeus.
Zeus is the ruler of the big three,
Not only that, but he is the ruler of thee.
He controls the weather, good or bad,
Depending on how he's feeling, happy or sad.
Sunny, cloudy, thunder or rain,
In one way or another, there Is something to gain.
Bringing joy to people around the world,
All of those things, of which can be twirled.
When the sun goes down, and the stars come out,
We all go to, and then all shout.
Zeus, the mighty god of us all,
He is the god that fills us with some appal.
4TH POEM
The slaughter of people, rich or poor,
Has taken part, in times of war.
The battle rages on, as it carries,
The true god of war, the god named Ares.
His muscles shown, his glasses on,
He uses many, like his pawn.
He can slaughter with the flick of his hand,
He can raid villages like nobody can.
He tortures his victims, he is the spoils of war,
Everytime he sees bloodshed, he only cries for more.
When the war is over, the damage is done,
Ares smiles like he's had a lot of fun.
5TH POEM
World War
Gunfire blazing through day and night,
Causing many of shock and fright.
The cannons are loaded, the mortars are firing,
The war to many, is very tiring.
Grenades are tossed here and there,
Explosives are set, with time to spare.
Airplanes bombing from up above,
Throughout the war, there is no love.
Hate has torn apart all these war vets,
Everyone, making and losing the bets.
When you think all the damage is done,
But no, the war has just begun.
Gunshots go straight through their heads,
After they need help, they shout "I need meds!"
But in the end, peace will win,
But after death, for father and kin.
6TH POEM
The Elven Land
What do we call these mysterious creatures,
They have many different interesting features.
Their pointy ears, and blondish hair,
All we can do is watch and stare.
These are not the elves of the North Pole,
But more skilled in warfare, with more death toll.
They are skilled in combat and archery too,
But warfare is not all that they do.
These bloody mercanaries do much more,
Like crafting and fletching and killing at the door.
There might be one or two riots in the kingdom,
Bows and arrows and swords they bring them.
The anarchists march toward the tower,
But the archers rain arrows on them like a shower.
The elven guards take away the remaining few,
To be executed for rioting and treason too.
The axe is raised and when it goes down,
Silence you hear, silence the sound.
So next time if you try to riot,
No amount of money, will be able to buy it.
7TH POEM
The END of the World
Apocolypse is another word for it,
While the sky is dark and the ground is lit.
Volcanoes explode underneath earths surface,
That fiery passion even hotter than a furnace.
The dams of many, burst under the pressure,
With water so high, impossible to measure.
Meteors hurtle toward earth like a jet,
But that's not the end of the world yet.
Many great floods, will soon occur,
You will soon realize, a quicker death you prefer.
The earth is now rock and rubble,
I hope this poem has caused you no trouble.
Muhahahahahahahahaha! I've scared te pants off of 5 year olds everywhere!-signed, Moke199
i TAKE NO PART IN THIS!! THIS IS ALL OF MOKE199 WORK!
instead of the poll i'll do my own:
1st - 1
2nd - 0
3rd - 0
4th - 0
5th - 0
6th - 0
7th - 0
*post more later on*
Please re vote.
Last edited by Gabe12 on Mon Sep 06, 2010 4:34 pm, edited 9 times in total.
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