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Post by Jaimie on Apr 18, 2010 8:23:16 GMT -6
This is the anniversary poetry contest.Rules & Requirements- Write any type of poem (couplet, haiku, AB, ect.).
- Make it about VWW. You can go at it any angle you'd like; write about IceClan, the skins, role playing, your friends here, anything that is VWW-related.
- It can be funny or serious. (Funny poems are more fun, though~! XD)
Please submit your entries here. You may enter as poems that meet the requirements as you'd like. I will select a panel of judges to pick the winning poem and its poet for Saturday.
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Post by Gentleheart on Apr 18, 2010 11:18:56 GMT -6
A kitten from TreeClan wandered too far, And walked past the border into land that was charred, into a strange land did the kit wander, That now before sneaking, kits now ponder.
About monsters and twolegs and leafbare and Kool Aid And mothers and fathers and land and waters.
TheTreeClan kit, who wandered away, Was raised in a Clan with a different way, FireClan taught him to run like a hare, To be quick to fight, and slow to scare.
Now IceClan and RockClan suffered no loss, No lack of kits, or warriors, or even moss. But they neither gained much, The did not thrive, nor lean on a crutch.
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Post by Shadefrost on Apr 18, 2010 12:51:55 GMT -6
It’s a small site- that is true And it seems to have an abundance of n00bs The larger sites may have more control; But their members all act like trolls.
The members on those sites come and go But for VWW… well, we don’t go so low. The members are friendly, the contests fun And, unlike the others, VWW welcomes everyone.
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Post by Waterheart on Apr 18, 2010 13:23:21 GMT -6
VWW is so much fun,I play it,Rather than play Pokemon.
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Post by Fireshine on Apr 18, 2010 13:24:50 GMT -6
One little kit,oh what a pain was kicked out of Rockclan oh what a shame then one day she jumped out of a plane and landed in pain,shame shame sham now that kit learned something that day... never jump out of a plane
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Post by Darkstar on Apr 18, 2010 13:57:15 GMT -6
*Gets up to microphone and coughs* Ahem. This poem is called, FireClan.
*FireClan*
There once was a clan they called FireClan. They all seemed to have a large base of fans. It was peaceful at once. But that all changed when they all did stunts.
When they laughed and played, It turned into rapping and praying. When they jumped and pranced, They bumped and they romanced.
FireClan is no longer that clan. It is now called N00bClan, you fans. So if you stop by to say hi, But cannot comply, You might as well just say, "Goodbye!"
That is all! I hoped you enjoyed. *Is laughing*
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Post by Swiftfall on Apr 18, 2010 14:04:02 GMT -6
There was a kit who had a dream, Who had a dream, indeed, indeed The dream was of CloudClan and she believed alot that, that dream would become a plot, to become a leader and save the day to save the forest with work and no play So that kit became an apprentice and shouted with glee HURRAY! and YIPEE! She worked herself till' the moon shone bright and woke up every morning to a flight, of sparrows that flew through the trees, with lots of swift flutters and speed After moons of training that apprentice became a warrior, and she heard her name from the crowd, Over and over she heard them yowl, yet she felt so proud... That night she kept vigil on the rock, she kept her promise and her word and protected her clan from a flock, of wild, angry hawks, she did get wounded but she fought, the way through those birds of prey, and that night she found a stone, a glittery stone that shone in the moonlight, she took it to her leader that spat, 'Thats just a rock, go put that back!' But she disobeyed and took the stone to her den Many many moons later she became a deputy, And she thought... 'That dream did come true' But cats dissagreed and said 'I should be deputy not YOU!' She shook her head in dissbelieve 'Why would you say such a thing!' A pack of dogs invaded the camp, and oh the ground was damp, the kits scattered in terror, but they slipped in the mud and stuttered, 'HELP HELP!' The alpha of the mutts ran to the kits, But the leader beat him there and he got bitten by the dog, and the mutts ran in terror as a crack of thunder, hits the ground and shook the camp, but the moonlight shone on there leader with his last breath he said... 'Take care of the clan' and his eyes closed The deputy stared in horrer as cats began to stare, right then... and there. She was the leader... she was the alpha... She travled to highstones... She got her name... And was called............. Darkstar. THE END
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Post by coypond on Apr 18, 2010 14:21:11 GMT -6
I wish they knew how I felt, about the beauty of silverpelt, the way it shines in the sky, its so beautiful I stop and cry, how it brings beauty to the eyes, it never once told us lies, may starclan bless you they would say, and I think of this all night and day.
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Post by Wildstar on Apr 18, 2010 14:22:17 GMT -6
(Even though I will not be judging this-or any-contest, this is not an official entry; it's just for the lolz. xD So it doesn't count.)
I Wish I was Ten On my website, ancient I seem, For all but some are younger than me.
As young as seven, I've heard they are, As old as twenty, but not many go far [here].
The majority, you see, Is ten to thirteen and in between.
But I am fifteen, not ninety-five, Though here, I feel old enough to wear my hair in a beehive.
Some are as old, but I am still older, So I still feel like a rock, feel like a boulder.
On VWW, some are older than me, Yes, older than I is a whopping three.
The funny thing is, as old as I am, I am as tall...or as short as their cats!
But even better yet, My intelligence I do bet, Is lower than theirs, For I've the IQ of a chair.
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Post by Cinderlily on Apr 18, 2010 16:54:22 GMT -6
I found a place that was in the form of Virtual at first i thought lame but it was as strong as a mace with there members it seems these Warrior things I barley new and i thought it was strange when i was a newborn called Moonpaw it was a new WORLD to me and im like woah but its not so direnged now i dare say its pwnsome like a boa in the sea of ohnoah that is getting the beat down by Jaimie shes got a star on her head that glows Wildy im like oh snap that didnt ryme can i catch the time from a lime? her light was mildy toward the moomoo cow queen though who has a fetish of edward da elric he snaps his fingers and says dont touch my relish (supposed to ryme with fetish ) baby and im like who are you justin bieber haha NO! then the spammers say we dont spa-dhevcedkbfvrecjhbvfucjxn and then the beavers come out no no no silly child its not like that for when spiritstar comes you get a warning because shes got the gift which i wish i had now i envy her my envy smells like gravy and even a bit shady as Flamingstar is inactive through the whole lifetime of us she may have an embarressing mole or a pet puppy that smells like broccoli but i will stop ryming to save your time while you figure out what rymes with orange and since im the Dawnstar I will know that dawnrang rymes with your lamo orange so have a great day and hope that the madhatter explodes your pie into donkeys -this has been a poem by Moonshadow-
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Post by Wildwind on Apr 21, 2010 18:09:32 GMT -6
(Hmmmm..... This a about a cat I wrote in Poetry class......)
(Oh its a couplet)
The cat sat quietly on a log, The night grew darker and began to fog.
The cat lifted his nose to smell the sent, But only smell the distant tree mint.
As she raced through the dark, She heard the dog begin to bark.
As she ran to find cover, She was happy to feel the gentle lick of her mother
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Post by doggy2000 on Apr 23, 2010 16:25:53 GMT -6
[shadow=navy,left,300]Once upon a time, There lived a cat the could rhyme He could dance and sing, and make the best chicken wings.
He's funny and nice, but really hates rice His friends are great, many more than eight!
THE END. - Grayshadow. [/shadow]
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Post by Silverpaw on Apr 23, 2010 16:33:43 GMT -6
Some people can't see what others need to be happy. Some people just want their friends close to them,while others are up late at nite. Lookin up at the stars wishin to be with one person,even though there from another clan.Love is unstopable.Can't break it can't shake it.People tell em it's wrong don't do it.But they aren't gonna listen!Everyday it's the same ole same.Wishin to be with the one person who makes you happy.Love is unstopable Wouldn't you be so unhappy,if couldn't talk ti your friends,to tell em what's on your mind!Don't try to stop it ,it's undefeatable!
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Post by Silversong on Apr 23, 2010 23:12:43 GMT -6
Silversong's Simple Haiku:
Rippling water Rolling through gray cliffs and caves IceClan is its home.
Sliversong's Story
There once was kit with the name of Blue Padding through the forest, looking for you When coming up to a gray tabby cat She thought in her mind "Hey, who's that?" The cat was a queen who went by Rainwave Who comforted Blue and said "It's okay." Rainwave took Blue back to her home, Where plentiful prey and clan cats roam Blue got a new name, the playful Silverkit She met some IceClan cats, and that was it Silverkit knew that this was her place You could even tell by the look on her face Bright blue eyes shining bright Just pure happiness, not a pinch of fright.
The time came when she was 6 moons old, she had no idea of the stories to be told. Silverpaw trained as hard as she could, getting fresh bedding and doing as she should. She tried to be good and do nothing wrong, and then one day became Silversong.
As a warrior, she respects her clan, Protecting and defending it, as hard as she can. She gives her apprentice many drills, hoping to pass down her wonderful skills.
A miracle from CloudClan, sent from above, She's Silversong of IceClan, the one we all love.
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Post by Harrowingpride on Apr 25, 2010 5:01:38 GMT -6
Harrowing
Hey everybody listen to this, Here's something you won't want to miss, For it is a tale of wonder and woe. And just to let you know, This won't be a very long span It's just a tale of a clan No not one, How would that be fun? But four clans of cats Who were expecting only but a chat But what they got was a rant Which read they can't But a rant it was, and now I say I probably should have stopped midway. For now VWW knew That a new witch was in their crew And as some jumped and fled Others confronted, faces red. And those who confronted, were quickly subdued As, what's this? New followers argued! Oh my, oh my This place has gone a rye. And now I sit and watch it all unfold And wait just to be trolled. And when I am, here's what I'll say! "You sir, are Fake. And. Gay."
-Cough- I've got a habit of doing things last minute. Teehee.
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