I love playing Skyblock and Hellblock
But the donors always have something or someone to mock
I said Hellblock is always an adventure
Enchanting, slaying mobs, especially pigmen for treasure

Making gold blocks and selling them for cobble is my pleasure
Playing on Hellblock is what I do for leisure
I can read the Galactic writing in an enchantment
But usually when I enchant it's always some excrement


I am a pro at poetry, I never take 5 minutes to think.

 

Carrots are life
Carrots are everything
Carrots are fabulous
And minecraft is kewl.

 

Carrots are everything
Nobody's line is Veggie using
Because Veggie is a veggie fan
The carrots gave him an orange tan

Potatoes are fine
All the really tasty ones are mine
My father cuts potato slices and fries them
Anyone who steals my potatoes will make me start some mayhem

 

Cookies, by Moopuff

Can I take a cookie from the special cookie jar?
Only if you are worthy of a special cookie
Oh, but how can one be worthy of a special cookie from the jar
Kids are not trusted with the special cookies.
I'm not a kid, I'm a brave gallant knight who deserves a special cookie from the jar
Even steve's aren't trusted with the special cookies.
So if I change my skin, will I then get a cookie from the special cookie jar?

No.

 

"Lag"-flyingjacob13's awesome pome

 

Punch a tree
Pig becomes lunch for me
Sun turn to night
Vanish all light
Hide in fright


Cabin warm
Cabin safe my little cabin in the woods
And if a creeper should find me in my cabin in the woods
Ill run it through and for it shall rue the day
It came fome in my little cabin in the woods

(2 seperate poems btw)

 

Rain came.
What a shame.
Oh no.
Here comes my foe.
The creepers come,
and do not want to leave,
they blow up stuff,
but will it succeed?
And if a creeper should find me in my cabin in the woods,
I bet it would blow me up if it could.

Its not that good >.< But i came up with it as I went lol

 

We mine all day in the fresh blue sun, though we see some zombies and creepers come.
I get my sword ready to fight, but I see an enderman far in the light.
I hide in my wooden house with my bread in my hand, I have to go see whats out side without hurting my lamb.
Creepers, Zombies are coming close, but the skeleton almost got my nose.

 

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have a diamond sword
And minecraft is kewl.

 

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Wait... Minecraft doesn't have violets
Ummmm... I HATE AUTOCORRECT
nailed it

 

Touché.

 

Ring!! 'Twas the noise I heard on my dear redstone alarm, as I woke up in the morning frightened and alarmed, I went straight to work as I tilled my farm, but then just the A thought came to me, why don't I just build my house in a tree? The wood would be oak, the vision appeared to me right as I spoke, and when I took the first step wandering in the sunlight, I knew the work would not be done until the dark night, the soft trees sighed as I envisioned my prize, and when the day was done I realized this poem making is some quite good fun