Best Orcs Poems
Ukraine is putting up a brave fight and is not giving in
A two finger salute to that murderer, Vladimar Putin
For eight months now they've held out in their cities
Dispite missiles, murder, rape and other atrocities.
Putin thought he had the most powerful and efficient army
If you believe that garbage you'd be bordering on barmy
They're inefficient, ill equipped, and cowardly in battle
When Ukraine advances they quickly retreat from trouble.
As winter approaches he's trying to demoralise the nation
By sending orders to his vile Orcs to bomb a power station
The west must send generators to help ease their plight
Along with more weapons to help, brave Ukrainians fight.
The grain shipments to poor nations is now under threat
That man is sub human and how much lower can he get?
Like the Roman empire and the Nazis big cracks will appear
Putins Russian empire will crumble and eventually disappear.
The Russian army has a long yellow streak down its back
It fires missiles indiscriminately when it's under attack
No thought for human life be it kids, women or old men
Sanctioned in that scum ridden place, they call the Kremlin.
Putins campaign for more troops is not going too well
No decent minded Russian wants to go into that hell
He's recruiting in prisons, along with the old and the lame
Putins cannon fodder and for Ukraine they're fair game.
We must not let Putin succeed, with his 'special operation'
He must think we're stupid; it's war against a peaceful nation
I have every faith in brave Ukraine and in the end they will win
There will be no Russian victory, and hopefully the end of Putin.
Victory to Ukraine.
Written on 1st November 2022.
Frolicking through the woods pale light, elves do sing and fairies delight.
Searching for a hidden place, where pixies sing and children race.
Do beware the wicked trolls, who guard the bridge and steal your gold.
Cross the bridge and you shall find, the hidden gates once lost in time.
Read the runes in elven tongue, and the gates will open to a world still young.
Once inside you shall see, a mystical place that still remains free.
Enchanted queens with beautiful faces, who dance with grace in firm embraces.
Leprechauns count their pots of gold as wizards spin their tales of old.
Do not venture beyond this place, or goblins and orcs shall scar your face.
Winged dragons above they soar, breathing fire and loud they roar.
Venture not into the night, for banshees scream and cause you fright.
Witches mix their evil brews, and werewolves hunt in bloody broods.
So stay within the gated realm, where pleasures are many and beauty abounds.
3/8/2013
I once had a ring, or should I say, it once had me...
it made me vanish, isn't it good, my precious ring?
it asked me to wear it and make way to its masters cave,
So it drove me mad and its my precious for me to crave,
I lived in a cave, biding my time, eating like swine,
We dwelled until time and then bagginses came, took what was mine.
They took me to Mordor and burned me, So I started to talk.
I told them I didn't and spoke off to Orcs, shire is the path
And when I awoke, I was alone, Frodo had flown
So he left from shire, isn't it good, my precious will be mine.
12/22/14
Props to the original Baggins
And his bravery towards the dragons
While he could've stayed behind with the wagons
Just a hobbit and quite the comic
But he should've watched it
And use all logic
Before trying to put on the ring inside of his pocket
Because another was unfortunate and lost it
This made him scathing mad
As he continued aging and
Inside a cave in the hills, far away from any raging sands
Originally had a name
But overtime he had changed
And was no longer the same
They didn't know what else to call him
Except for Gollum
Because he had fallen
And became solemn
Meanwhile the orcs
Marched with force
After coming into contact with the source
Of all evil from the North
The bell continued to toll
As the trolls
Looked to take all souls
With a heart darker than coal
During the events
The mist was dense
And full of suspense
But the ents that were immense
Put in their sense
And helped their allies get across the fence
Here we go again
Around the bend
It didn't end
In the eyes of children, ladies and men
Who could be considered a trusted friend?
By: Dalton Ogletree
A gang of aggressive orcs
in any government works.
Volodymyr Knyr
2017
Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards
But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds
The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands
You can hear his voice in the thunder as the sky grows
Darker and darker, he swings his hammer to the land and
Lightning comes down with such a force it shakes the
Very core of Valhalla...drowning out the screams of
The orcs that go trying to cross the echoing bridge...
Well he comes swinging his hammer and strikes them
Down, they drop to the forest floor frozen in the snow
Covered ground...you cannot yield his power, you can
Not have a hand on his gleaming hammer...he says in
A voice of thunder "I am the keeper of the gate, the
Keeper of law and order, keeper of Valhalla in good
Fate...I will protect the innocent but woe to the Orcs
Who challenge my power...I will swing my hammer
To the ground and strike you down” he says in a voice
Of thunder “I am Thor of Asgard, I am Thor, Thor”
As it is written in the stars!
In my fantasy world in the night,
I walk among you before first light.
Garbed in gray, long beard of white,
staff in hand I am ready to fight.
Wizard Moonstone is my name,
with magic and wisdom I am the flame.
Flame of Truth, Flame of the enternal light,
Orcs and trolls bow before my sight.
Spells I will cast to heal or destory,
I have many that I can employ.
Foul and evil things in the deep,
with a wave of my hand I can make them weep.
Those who are in need search the moon's light,
I will free you from your plight.
Contest:In your fantasy world .. who are you.
The forest was dark but echoed with sound as the orcs and the goblins horns blew all round.
Their forces they gathered to scour the land and to smite all resistance, to bring down their hand.
The elves of Valleymore and the men of Rasseine prepared for the onslaught as their armor did gleam.
The orcs and the goblins were joined by trolls and marched their great army before the stronghold.
The arrows did fly and the ballista’s smashed as they released their great missiles through the smoke and the ash.
The evil army swooned but in numbers were too great as they pressed their attack and crashed through the gates.
The swords and the axes were swung in defiance and the fate of the world rested on the alliance.
The men and the elves fought with great valor but their defeat would soon come as they were stripped of their power.
They retreated to the bowels of the great castle keep as the children ran screaming into the halls of the deep.
All is lost, all is lost the widows did wail as the brothers in arms before the hordes fell.
Soon the keeps defenses were broken and smashed and the hordes poured through, in their final blood dash.
But wait, what is that sound? The sound of trumpets as the dwarves gathered round.
The dwarves and the wizard had answered the call and the orcs and the goblins started to fall.
A blinding light flashed and the thunder did roll as the mighty wizards’ power started taking its toll.
The evil hordes then threw down their arms and fled for their lives before the oncoming storm.
The city was saved and the evil was gone and the men told their tales and the widows sang songs.
Why is it I feel like this?
Is there something I have missed?
For on this day I feel so sad
When years ago I'd have been glad
Why must I grow up this way?
Can't I fight for one more day?
I don't want to grow up here
Where this life is full of fear
Can't I stay like new spring rain?
So full of life, so free, so plain
I miss the days of childhood things
We'd dress in robes and play like kings
We played with swords in our backyard
And dreamed of places past and far
I long to fight the Uruk-Hai
Just once more before I die
And track down all the orcs and wraiths
To hold them fast before the gates
If I don't go back to that land
My life of chains starts with a brand
So let me visit Narnia please
To run with centaurs through the trees
To chase the white stag through the woods
To fight the fight and free the good
Let me go to Neverland
And fly on high with Peter Pan
And live free 'till death calls my name
To live where Aslan shakes his mane
My chair,
at times over
the past twelve weeks
my prison cell.
Seven weeks more
before my sentence
is completed.
But today,
my chair is going to be
my time machine.
Not flashy and gaudy,
with a Christmas display
of flashing, colorful lights,
nor as threatening as that
celebrated machine of H.G. Wells.
I sit in my time machine.
With headphones and
tablet, I am able to
travel to Vienna to hear
Mozart and Beethoven,
to be in the audience
with the screaming horde
witnessing the Beatle’s
first appearance at
the Ed Sullivan Theater.
Perhaps I will sit
in the historic Carnegie Hall,
for the 1938 Jazz Concert
with Benny Goodman, Lionel
Hampton, Gene Krupa,
Harry James and Teddy Wilson,
hearing in person, “Sing, Sing, Sing”
and, “Bei Mir Bist Du Schon”.
Or shall I travel to the Civil War
battlefields of Stephen Crane,
to Guadacanal, or Iwo Jima,
to Ireland and William Butler Yeats
speaking his magical words?
Shall I travel inter-dimensionally
to Asimov’s Foundation, or
Frank Herbert’s Dune, and
the future worlds of Heinlein,
with a detour to Tolkein’s
Middle Earth, dodging orcs
and spending a day with
Tom Bombadil and Goldberry?
The gift of time and
Inter-dimensional travel.
Where shall I travel today?
© 2019, Robert Charles Wagner. All rights reserved.
When my parents
returned from England
They brought me
a leather bound copy of the Hobbit
Now it sits proudly
on my bookshelf
What a fantastic story!
Full of hobbits, dwarves, goblins
wizards, orcs . giant spiders,
elves and Beornings
Imagination is ones'
key to a joyous life
The book has inspired a
multitude of poets, writers,
and yes - dreamers
As for myself I feel it
is an example of wonder
which is something we
are all in need of
in these dark and troubled times
So, friends - re - read the Hobbit
rejoin Bilbo and company
and take joy
from the existence
of Middle Earth
There's a rumor going around. Mythical little
Stocky men called Dwarves are living in Gem
Mountain.
They're mining jewels of all kinds down below.
Heard tell they're exceptionally skilled in the art
Of Smith metal working steel which explains all
The extra trains.
Now according to legend their weaponry was
The best to obtain.
They're stuff was beautifully hand crafted and
Decorated with jewels that were primo.
There's a rumor going around. Mythical little
Stocky men called Dwarves are living in Gem
Mountain.
The Dwarves made magical weaponry through
A vein
Of mithril put in to metal that is getting harder
To find that will flow.
Heard tell they're exceptionally skilled in the art
Of Smith metal working steel which explains all
The extra trains.
When mithril is found it is harder to get it to
Drain.
Yet, once harvested it can be refined and
Readied to go.
There's a rumor going around. Mythical little
Stocky men called Dwarves are living in Gem
Mountain.
The magical weapons made from mithril puts
Off a blue glow when orcs are near. If used It's
A butane causing pain in their domain
Like many many years ago.
Heard tell Dwarves are exceptionally skilled in
The art of Smith metal working steel which
explains all the extra trains
Along with all the new jewelry chains
And knives that now have combos stamped
with Dwarf cameos.
There's a rumor going around. Mythical little
Stocky men called Dwarves are living in Gem
Mountain.
Heard tell they're exceptionally skilled in the art
Of Smith metal working steel which explains all
The extra trains.
1/7/16
With zero remorse
Jumped off the porch
To play all sorts of sports
Because time is short
And before you know it, you might just be a corpse
All things run their course
So continue forth
Instead of always trying to abort
Around each and every fork
Was looking out way beyond the wharf
By a port
Then headed North
While storms approached with force
Mined and eventually found a source of quartz
In areas where the land was scorched
The next day my voice was hoarse
After popping bottles and corks
While celebrating below several forts
There were meats roasting above a torch
And silverware, some of which included sporks
Simultaneously I spotted flying storks
And toads covered in warts
In an area that once could've been inhabited by orcs
By: Dalton Ogletree
Three-legged run
Dactyl fun
Noble gas
Royal pass
Bad dad jokes
Pun man, yoked
Aragorn
Heir is born
Arkenstone
Thorin's Moan
Slip ring on
Hide, not gone
One ring don
Wraith track on
Elven blade
Orcs afraid
Twitterverse
Scold, coerce
Metaverse
Feeling worse
Instagram
Yes, I am!
YouTube feed
How, indeed!
TikTok feed
Eyes now bleed
Progeny
Two’s now three
Trinity
Godhead three
Will divine
Thine, not mine
His bride’s price
Sacrifice
Resurrect
Death’s sting wrecked
It was a dark and stormy night, or so the story goes
Another of those wondrous tales to keep us on our toes
Like looking glass and wonderland, grim witches and their spells
Peter Pan and his lost boys, the lovely Tinkerbell
The days I’ve spent lost to the world, so snug inside a book
The villains who are best of all, Long John and Captain Hook
I’ve sailed away to desert isles and walked the frozen wastes
Swum deep beneath the ocean waves; the Kraken I have faced
Sherlock Holmes to Frankenstein have held me in their thrall
But can I name just one that I have loved the best of all?
On different days I need to find a different place to be
Sitting on my daily train: oh, commuter misery
Today it’s off to Lilliput in the company of Swift
Tomorrow could be opium dens, by Sherlock left adrift
Or possibly to Mordor, to fight those pesky orcs
Or up north to Skallagrigg, to fly among the hawks
If I had a pound or two for every place I’d been
I’d be a millionaire by now, but I really must come clean
The written word to me is worth much more than any cash
A nice new book is just the thing, I’ll add it to my stash
The gadgets that are used today are all right in their place
It’s print and ink in solid form that put a smile upon my face