Hello fellow forumers and welcome to Teal's Poetry Tavern. Thanks to my collaborator @Qui Devorat for this incredible idea. My tavern shall be the official home of my poems and hopefully a multitude of other poets.
This tavern of mine boasts a hopeful future and plenty of virtual ale. Here I will post my poems in the main OP and in the replies (I plan to do those weekly). The Poetry Pavilion is a weekly segment that me and the other members who join our crew will do.
As part of this we are going to do community created challenges (Terraria or TCF Related) that must be submitted one week prior to the next release date.
Currently consists of:
This tavern of mine boasts a hopeful future and plenty of virtual ale. Here I will post my poems in the main OP and in the replies (I plan to do those weekly). The Poetry Pavilion is a weekly segment that me and the other members who join our crew will do.
As part of this we are going to do community created challenges (Terraria or TCF Related) that must be submitted one week prior to the next release date.
Currently consists of:
- Teal
- Qui Devorat
- TheQuietBisharp
- The Magic Cookie
Hello and welcome to the olde tavern
Do come in and relish at our delights.
A peaceful place to relax and slip into the nights.
Take of our finest mead house brew.
Get comfy perhaps take off your shoes.
I incline you to come in, should you accept.
Our goal is poetry; in which we're adept.
Laugh and have fun and share a glass!
For you men out there we have many' a lass.
Join in our chanting it is all in good time.
So one last bidding before you indulge in our rhyme.
Do come in and relish at our delights.
A peaceful place to relax and slip into the nights.
Take of our finest mead house brew.
Get comfy perhaps take off your shoes.
I incline you to come in, should you accept.
Our goal is poetry; in which we're adept.
Laugh and have fun and share a glass!
For you men out there we have many' a lass.
Join in our chanting it is all in good time.
So one last bidding before you indulge in our rhyme.
There was once a man, we sing of him now.
He was a great hero to which many would bow.
The legend of his feats are vast and broad.
He left a lasting mark from his mines to the logs he sawed.
When he clad his armor he was bound for fight!
His first challenge was the hovering eye!
He slashed it removing its sight.
He vanquished it with cunning and a fierce battle cry!
The second a slime adorning a crown.
He slain the beast who compared to him was but a clown!
The third a tail of a enormous bee,
She bore the marks of royalty!
But down did she go!
Although underground the vultures of death still crow.
His last and most tragic a story of an impressive wall.
The fowl concoction of flesh towered tall.
It's tendrils entangled him throwing him down.
After all even heroes fall.
He was a great hero to which many would bow.
The legend of his feats are vast and broad.
He left a lasting mark from his mines to the logs he sawed.
When he clad his armor he was bound for fight!
His first challenge was the hovering eye!
He slashed it removing its sight.
He vanquished it with cunning and a fierce battle cry!
The second a slime adorning a crown.
He slain the beast who compared to him was but a clown!
The third a tail of a enormous bee,
She bore the marks of royalty!
But down did she go!
Although underground the vultures of death still crow.
His last and most tragic a story of an impressive wall.
The fowl concoction of flesh towered tall.
It's tendrils entangled him throwing him down.
After all even heroes fall.
'Twas a fine day until I awoke the next morning.
A mess lie on the floor. I had been changed with no warning.
A new form, a new page!
But my old self gone... an outrage.
I came across adventurers, I did.
Conducted myself in a childish way. Like a kid.
Oh what fun! So much delight.
Even If I delivered the bloke quite a fright.
I even endeavored into the the icy realm of snow.
Me and my gelatinous self shall go where no one shall know.
Conquered me a zombie, nice punch I did throw.
The end of my story is up to I, but where shall I go?
A mess lie on the floor. I had been changed with no warning.
A new form, a new page!
But my old self gone... an outrage.
I came across adventurers, I did.
Conducted myself in a childish way. Like a kid.
Oh what fun! So much delight.
Even If I delivered the bloke quite a fright.
I even endeavored into the the icy realm of snow.
Me and my gelatinous self shall go where no one shall know.
Conquered me a zombie, nice punch I did throw.
The end of my story is up to I, but where shall I go?
A Writer's Poem -For @Pixel
To you my good friend,
For the nights you entertain me with no end.
Your talents are vast and your writing inspiring.
Those who relish your works are never tiring.
Plague to numerous other stories, all share their glories.
Your Bookshelf is composed of so much artful content.
Pixel's literature is flawless and without dent.
So sit at your chair, read a good book.
Pixel and his wonderful talents deserve a good look.
There are a lot who admire every step you took.
To you my good friend,
For the nights you entertain me with no end.
Your talents are vast and your writing inspiring.
Those who relish your works are never tiring.
Plague to numerous other stories, all share their glories.
Your Bookshelf is composed of so much artful content.
Pixel's literature is flawless and without dent.
So sit at your chair, read a good book.
Pixel and his wonderful talents deserve a good look.
There are a lot who admire every step you took.
I eat of the mushroom this fine evening.
Its fungi family are surely grieving.
The Terrarian man take all the fungi for potions.
I begged him to stop but he ignores my notions.
This one mushroom I shall enjoy.
I mustn't worry over the foolish boy.
The complex taste and texture, my tongue relishes.
Comforting flavor just embellishes!
However I worry about the man yet again, even at my bed.
For he kills my brethren for their shells, I have watched as they bled.
So here I hide in this cavern, my own stead.
Waiting for the day he comes for my head.
Its fungi family are surely grieving.
The Terrarian man take all the fungi for potions.
I begged him to stop but he ignores my notions.
This one mushroom I shall enjoy.
I mustn't worry over the foolish boy.
The complex taste and texture, my tongue relishes.
Comforting flavor just embellishes!
However I worry about the man yet again, even at my bed.
For he kills my brethren for their shells, I have watched as they bled.
So here I hide in this cavern, my own stead.
Waiting for the day he comes for my head.
So on a certain server
I did many a frost moon
With enough monsters
To make the hardened swoon
Smuggling in Armor and weapons
At the time of day
While at the time of night
Fighting the hordes away
So it was a usual life
In terms of the fight
With light consumed by dark
And dark consumed by light
But that's the point of things
At the very least around here
To become a man and eschew
The thing known as fear.
I did many a frost moon
With enough monsters
To make the hardened swoon
Smuggling in Armor and weapons
At the time of day
While at the time of night
Fighting the hordes away
So it was a usual life
In terms of the fight
With light consumed by dark
And dark consumed by light
But that's the point of things
At the very least around here
To become a man and eschew
The thing known as fear.
Shambling endlessly with no goal in sight
Doomed forever to destroy and fight
No worthy drops like Souls of Flight.
These are the days of a zombie
Moon turns red
Humans fear the dead
Zombies are well-fed.
These are the days of a zombie
Early game threat
Make any child fret
Something not to be met
These are the days of a zombie
Hardmode comes around
Not scary is our sound
Reduced to a pile on the ground
These are the days of a zombie
Put to rest
By the best
No longer a slaughter-fest
The days of a zombie have ended.
Doomed forever to destroy and fight
No worthy drops like Souls of Flight.
These are the days of a zombie
Moon turns red
Humans fear the dead
Zombies are well-fed.
These are the days of a zombie
Early game threat
Make any child fret
Something not to be met
These are the days of a zombie
Hardmode comes around
Not scary is our sound
Reduced to a pile on the ground
These are the days of a zombie
Put to rest
By the best
No longer a slaughter-fest
The days of a zombie have ended.
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