Well I'm no poet, But will give it a try.

The poem name is:

Fleeting in X-treme

If you are shy or timid
You will be tested to your limit
Only the strong with a backbone of steel
Will climb the ladder of success and be one of the best
You waking up in the morn, To find your fleet forever gone
Check the CR to see, skirmish recycling company strikes me
Starting to cry, and either rebuild or just die away
Players come and players go
Only the one with true desire grows
It does not matter who you are
That's life to the X-treme

Some are very good

Keep them coming!

Shackles

As I shackle my bracers with a blank stare on my face,
I wonder, what home could I make of this place.
A vast open sky
With crowds standing by
Where will I fit
When the bombs fill the sky
A mentor shouts orders as he shows me the way
To live or to die is what you face today
He throws thoughts of hind-sight
In a room filled with youth
"if I'd only known"
Is his only truth
We dance on the field
filled with death and with mud
doesnt he realize
I am of Emperors blood?
As I unshackle my bracers with a cold stare on my face,
I look at the home I have made of this place.

Lightning wrote:Ooooo bar has been raised.

Damn I hate raised bars. Let's see if I can lower it again ;)


Spaced Out

Spiff is in Speed
but has no need for speed
Spiff is in X
but has no need for x
Spiff is a spaceman
but has no need for spliff
Spiff is a spaceman au naturel

And now it's my time to try, so here it is:



Someone will fall,
that is my call,
another should rise,
there's no surprise.

You can try to mine,
and you could be fine,
you can try to raid,
but you cannot hide.

You should build a fleet,
for your enemies to defeat,
just a single mistake,
is all that you'll make.

Your fleet will be crashed,
and defense will be bashed,
there's no time to cry,
just continue to try!

You cannot be alone,
or you'll simply be gone,
your alliance to find,
should be in your mind.

Now for your defense,
build some offense,
you should be fast,
continue to blast.

You should be trained,
and you could be spared,
help someone now,
give the know-how.

Just call your friends,
they're your best defense,
in known team to fight,
and prove your might.

No fleet means defeat,
you should compete.
So join the flight,
stand up, and FIGHT!

Ok, here's my second poem

Turtle Soup,
Turtle Soup,
Don't we enjoy BASHING for "Turtle Soup"?!

So delicious- So rich, so green
Waiting to become unforeseen.

A raider is patient and waits;
Before he sends his certain bait.

As he sends his fleet-
The player becomes obsolete;
When the defences get beat.

As the 'Turtle' has come to harm
He now becomes a 'Tasty Farm'

The raider is filled with joy
He knows he is....... The 'Golden Boy'!

And when the results will be published?