Qui Devorat's poetry corner.

Why hello there, @Qui Devorat.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
For you, I lower my hat.
For your skill in poetry is great and true.

Your composition in words is exquisite!
Your vocabulary of rhymes is astounding!
It was pleasing to the eyes to have visit;
This great place of poetry and singing.

Though, I must say, your lack of stanzas is disturbing,
It seems very foreign to me.
But still, your poems are amazing.
They project much feeling and is wrote very gracefully.

While my poem comes to an ending;
I hope you reply with a poem, too!
I really like your style of writing,
Akin to a sweet honey brew.
 
Why hello there, @Qui Devorat.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
For you, I lower my hat.
For your skill in poetry is great and true.

Your composition in words is exquisite!
Your vocabulary of rhymes is astounding!
It was pleasing to the eyes to have visit;
This great place of poetry and singing.

Though, I must say, your lack of stanzas is disturbing,
It seems very foreign to me.
But still, your poems are amazing.
They project much feeling and is wrote very gracefully.

While my poem comes to an ending;
I hope you reply with a poem, too!
I really like your style and writing,
Akin to a sweet honey brew.
I appreciate that greatly
Sir Cutswood
I am glad there's another
In the Terrarian neighbourhood
Who professes his love
Of poetry to me
And so I write this
With untold glee
My stanzas may be disturbing
But why bother?
The others don't seem to find my work perturbing.
Besides look around the thread
Cos I aim to please
My poetry and words are as numerous
As a plague of benevolent fleas.
Doing my bit for the community
And I sit in this hall
Filled with poetry of mine
My own hands the creators
Which stir it together like good-tasting wine.
You don't (much) have to learn
And so I do this
And expect nothing in return
Except a smile and a smirk
At appreciation of my work.
All on iPad, no mousemat
For this is the work of Qui Devorat.
And all it takes is a few seconds
To over the thought mull
And now you understand,
Funny top-hat wearing skull.
 
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I should of done this at Xmas or something

Get ready everyone
It's poetic Santa time!
Dropping down the chimney
And busting a rhyme!
For now it's time
To hand out some gifts
Naughty or nice?
Don't care for those naughty little bits
For everyone is full of sugar and spice
In this Terrarian Town
But give no one a present
And they'll do more than frown
For they'll look up Santa
And find some proof
Then await "Tons-of-fun"
With a chaingun on the roof.
But aside from that
Santa's got nothing to fear
So merry Christmas
And enjoy your festive cheer.
 
For @ZemmySix

In a icy hole
At the South Pole
There lies a penguin
That can talk too.
Possibly was force-fed darthmorf's homebrew
Doesn't deny it,
Doesn't claim it to be true
But slippity slide
He rides the ice
Breaking the sound barrier
For sliding will suffice
Using it to cut through Leopard Seals
The speed allowing him to slice and dice
And so that is one of many tricks
From the talking penguin @ZemmySix
 
For @ZemmySix

In a icy hole
At the South Pole
There lies a penguin
That can talk too.
Possibly was force-fed darthmorf's homebrew
Doesn't deny it,
Doesn't claim it to be true
But slippity slide
He rides the ice
Breaking the sound barrier
For sliding will suffice
Using it to cut through Leopard Seals
The speed allowing him to slice and dice
And so that is one of many tricks
From the talking penguin @ZemmySix
I love it!
 
For @Dire Sigma
Nobody shares a penchant for sneaking in
Like this chap does
Ambushing those who did to him sin
Donning some wings and taking flight
Lighting up the scene with his suit of Shroomite
Sneaking up on his enemies and giving them hell
Like Sam Fisher from Splinter Cell
Can break into buildings
And be gone without any sounds
Never knowing a thing
Till you're torn up by bullet rounds
That's why he's the dreaded one
No one knows who he is
Getting many crime bosses and profilers
In a tizz
For he's a mystery, a living enigma
For he is the renowned @Dire Sigma
 
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For @Dire Sigma
Nobody shares a penchant for sneaking in
Like this chap does
Ambushing those who did to him sin
Donning some wings and taking flight
Lighting up the scene with his suit of Shroomite
Sneaking up on his enemies and giving them hell
Like Sam Fisher from Splinter Cell
Can break into buildings
And be gone without any sounds
Never knowing a thing
Till you're torn up by bullet rounds
That's why he's the dreaded one
No one knows who he is
Getting many crime boss and profilers
In a tizz
For he's a mystery, a living enigma
For he is the renowned @Dire Sigma
Haha, that's wonderful!
 
Does anyone wonder
What my name means?
I'll give you a clue
Towards Latin it leans.
Put it through a translator
And you'll know
And you'll start thinking
May it be quick or slow
I must be the Eater of the World
But your knowledge will flow
As you gaze at it for hours
As you find the true meaning
For it's "he who devours"
 
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Does anyone wonder
What my name means?
I'll give you a clue
Towards Latin it leans.
Put it through a translator
And you'll know
And you'll start thinking
May it be quick or slow
I must be the Eater of the World
But your knowledge will flow
As you gaze at it for hours
As you find the true meaning
For it's "he who devours"
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Or you could have taken 4 years of Latin in High school. I guess it did come in handy after all.
 
You must have been "bread" for that joke.
That pun was so punny
It wasn't funny
Instead more stupid
Then a certain thing did
I'd like to stay
But I need to pay
For the walls
and the lawls
I'm rhyming for no reason
But,tis isn't treason?
Lest,with out reason?
(Oh crud mid-evil speech)
*gets hit by another toaster*
 
That pun was so punny
It wasn't funny
Instead more stupid
Then a certain thing did
I'd like to stay
But I need to pay
For the walls
and the lawls
I'm rhyming for no reason
But,tis isn't treason?
Lest,with out reason?
(Oh crud mid-evil speech)
*gets hit by another toaster*
Oh you Drago
Such a random chap
Although capable of dealing a burst of hallowed power
In the time it takes a thunderclap.
But he has no hands
For he's a rainbow slime
But let me know
His skills are sublime
For in his mad pursuit
Of Cthulhu's limon. The godly fruit
He'll go dancing for it
With a matching 3-piece suit
But he's too random
To be a boaster
So I've done it for him
*Gets hit by toaster*
 
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