Most people will remember from way back
When Total wrote a poem and Wrek began to attack
They fought a bitter battle, each side going hard
But when Atmosphir crashed we were both caught off-guard
New game, Voxelus, was looking pretty sweet
And once again two belligerent poets would meet
Rap, or straight poem, each was a harsh blow
But slowly, it died off, as seperate ways we did go
The activity on Voxelus ceased to exist
Oh, how we desired the old days of MiSt
But out of the ashes came a new sign to shock
A new forum had appeared, by name One More Block
It was a permanent fixture; a place we could stay
Forever, together, without numbered days
So as the lucky third incarnation of something from before;
Ready your weapons, as I declare a Poem War.
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Poem Wars
- Rabbidfan236
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- Phantomboy
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In a text based battle, we each take a stand.
We commence together.
Rather rhyming weak or weary, we all lend a hand.
Bringing meaning for the better.
Now although our assembling may be small or at least a bit.
We've all witnessed much smaller.
I believe our minute size has made us more closely knit.
and our ties are much stronger.
We commence together.
Rather rhyming weak or weary, we all lend a hand.
Bringing meaning for the better.
Now although our assembling may be small or at least a bit.
We've all witnessed much smaller.
I believe our minute size has made us more closely knit.
and our ties are much stronger.
- ElectroYoshi
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In a written battle of words and rhymes,
I cannot say I have that much time,
to determine a way across the line,
and come back home alive.
Fingers fly across the keys.
Poets attack as far as the eye can see.
It has the village in misery
Wondering who will survive.
I win, right? Eh? Eh? EEEHHH???
I cannot say I have that much time,
to determine a way across the line,
and come back home alive.
Fingers fly across the keys.
Poets attack as far as the eye can see.
It has the village in misery
Wondering who will survive.
I win, right? Eh? Eh? EEEHHH???
I need a shot again, that sweet adrenaline.