My first poem!
A Poem of Minecraft
“Its cool” some would say,
I would say differ,
The mountains and blocks are so much more clearer,
Across the planes, across the rivers, across the ever winding shimmers,
Down the mountains, through the caves, through the ever glistening glades
“Stop!” some would cry, “Don’t forget the creatures” and with that I exclaimed I wouldn’t shy,
not from any creature,
Across the wilds, across the pastures to the ever greening grasses,
to see the pig,
to see the sheep,
to see my old friend old old pete!
And during the wild clutches of night,
I might prey upon my dearest fright!
the quiet creeper
the stealthy enderman
the silly old villager elder-man!
And in the whispers,
of the blackness
some people say,
they can hear the silencing voice,
of the ever talking sickness,
the Dragon of old,
the Harbinger of the,
End.
My second Poem!
“The leaves are so green!”,
he said with a vigor,
“The grass is so long!”
he said even bigger,
He danced and he pranced!
And with a mighty big chance,
he came over the block,
it was as hard as rock!
like stone, or wood
it could not be broken!
not with any ordinary tool of man!
And with that he cried
“Diamonds! Diamonds!”
“May we find them on islands?”
He delved and he dug,
until he was covered in muck!
and with one more scrape
he cried with mirth!
“Lets get it out!”
He cried and cried!
And with one last tug he saw it
and shied!
“Its so beautiful” he whispered
with a mighty big grin!
He ran back up and,
lost the block all again!
My third Poem!
An idea whence came to young man,
He danced and he pranced ‘till he could no more,
He jumped and he bumped ‘till tired and more,
He ran across the glades of beauty,
Past whining caverns and mountain’s allure,
Past the ridges that flew upon the crest of the sun,
‘till he came and shouted “I must run, run, run!”
Flying past the proud chests of the hills,
jogging through the forests a’ humble,
down the mountains,
tumble tumble!
All the way to the cliffs and rumble!
There he whispered “I am here”,
and he cheered and he cheered,
until no ‘ear!
There he gazed upon the roaring lion,
the prancing pony,
the tearful crying!
There he gazed upon the glazed sight,
the confusing sight!
the misleading sight!
There he gazed on the marvellous being,
the most unique being,
the blocky Sea,
the most beautiful sight of all.
MCbRocraft 