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A Night at the Rocket's
Crazee Halloween
Channel Surfing with Ash Misty and Brock
Titanic/ Team Rocket Crossover
A Pokemon Fairy Tale
Nutragrain
Nutragrain 2
Pokemon Mental Cases
Sugar Shock
A Foxy Dilemma
On the Wings of Council
Partners In Crime
Pokemon Poetry
The Birth of Mantespe
The Great Dragonite Fight Series
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Attention Poets! Send in your Poetry to vaporeoncave@yahoo.com
-Azumarrilchic ^_^
2 Poems by Samantha Duncan A.K.A. Dreamer:
-Deadly Silence-
"It pains my soul
To witness this
To watch this...
It's slowly happening
The peace is deteriorating.
It shatters my heart
to hear the moans
to hear the groans
of those who have fallen.
You who know no mercy
You who share no fate
All who carry the weight of deception
Upon their backs
Can unlatch themselves
from the grieve
that plagues mankind.
The pokemon of the land...
The pokemon of the sea....
The pokemon of the air....
Their power clash
And none shall survive.
The world shall be barren
haunted by the souls
of those innocent pokemon
that lost control
of the beast within."
-Rapidash-
"You who have a mane of flames
You who play no foolish games
You who carry the weight of desire
A burden that comes with a heart of fire
Hooves beating the ground
to race with the sun
but before you've started
you know you have won.
Pokemon bow down
to your elegance
to your grace
The mountains shrink
when they witness your face.
Glory that soars
high above all!
You rule the big,
You rule the small.
Yet one thing that you lack,
The Wind's youthful daughter,
is a weakness to rock,
as well as to water."
Three Poems By Aliena:
Houndoom:
Horns of evil,
darkness bows down.
This deamon wears hatred
in his crown.
He howls a howls unlike another,
a beast of pride,
he will not duther.
Hiding in his cave all day,
he waits till night to catch his prey,
that's when the towns folk stray away,
he catches them on their last
day.
His hellish flames
unmatched by man,
he holds a power no human can.
His teeth deliver
a painful bite.
His vicious mind,
no one can blight.
Umbreon:
Rings of gold
crown its head,
"'Tis the King of Darkness"
some have said.
Weaving its way
through the night,
unleashing its power,
glory, and might.
Its staelthiness unmatched
by any before.
Its evil and grace
enhanced by folk-lore.
It's loyal and true
and will stay by your side,
but by its will,
the meek will abide.
Arcanine:
His golden radience burning high.
His glorious fires leaping high,
across the fading bluish sky.
He seems as if he knows to fly.
His owner looks up and gives a sigh,
and this beast wonders why.
If only he'd know his owner would cry,
the day he flew no more.
I am Like the Mournful Cubone
By: Azumarrilchic
This is a poem I wrote when I was very very sad so it might be just a tad depressing... Enjoy!
I am like the mournful cubone
who stares at the moon and cries
whose heart is filled with sorrow
and with tears in it's eyes
sitting alone to remember
as it gazes at the skies
I am like the morunful cubone
with tears in it's eyes...
I always feel so empty
like my insides are hollow
I feel alone in this world
with no one there for me to follow
I gaze at the moon at night
in my dispair I do wallow
I am like the morunful cubone...
with no one left to follow
My last memories of happy days
seem far gone now
I want to break away from this
but I've no one to show me how
I want to be so strong
standing tall and proud
but I'm like the mournful cubone
with no one to show me how....
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