Best Trolls Poems
I will always fight,
on the right side of good.
Against those who bring hate,
like everyone should.
I welcome your trolls,
I will show them their place.
And if we should meet,
I'll present to their face.
Silence is golden,
no hate will be found.
But keep it up my arrogant little friend,
and I'll release the hounds.
If you are bothered by trolls,
just bring them to me.
We'll make light of their ways,
and let truth set them free.
An Ode To Trolls Hackers And Scammers.
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Hideous evil creatures
Attention seekers
Cowards who hide behind computers
Cold-hearted scavengers
Not unlike preying vultures
.
Childish and pathetic
Bloodsucking leeches
Inflated egotistical heretics
Unhappy with their lot
Blaming everyone else
For what they have got
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Insecure reprobates
Void of loving
Rabid narcissists
Spreading hate
Incognito dwelling in the dark shadows
Invading innocent victims
Homes and space
A hooded callous destroyer
Without a face
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Control freaks seeking power
From their lofty tower
Something they lack
But will be paid back
.
Bullies who may escape justice now
But on judgment day they will have to pay
For their evil deeds
And I for one
Can’t wait for that day.
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Peter Dome©2020.
Yes, I know fetid air has been filtering in
Everyone around chokes on the stench,
sour gin disguised as sweet words
from the mouth of the depraved, loving sin
one can never smother foul barnyard scents
It would take a thousand fragrant candles
to burn the donkey's ass
and get rid of the offensive odor and smelly gas
I sincerely wish this community
could become a site with more class
Will the rancid winds change direction
so the fumes of cow dung
stink up another pasture?
Something needs a serious correction
so, the sweet scent of roses once more
permeates the garden of poetry
poets dancing in harmony galore
We all surf the internet to do shopping online
Chat with our friends and to have a good time
But there's bullies' who surf it causing great hurt
They're the internet trolls, the scum of the earth.
They're the faceless cowards who sit behind a screen
Who always get away with it, because they're never seen
And the bereaved suffering loss, who struggle to grieve
The vile messages they receive, you would not believe.
The disabled are targeted and so are the sick
By the internet trolls who get some sort of kick
People with skin colour be it brown, white or black
They are often subjected to a vile racist attack.
Young girls who are worried about how they are seen
Are ridiculed and abused while they look at their screen
The mentally ill and suicidal, those unfortunate souls
Are encouraged to commit suicide by these internet trolls.
Time after time you see and read on the news
Someone who's been targeted by online abuse
Their spirits crushed and their confidence marred
Some are left suicidal and emotionally scarred.
Who are these trolls ?, they could be your friends or mine
But become the face of evil when they go online
Social media and governments' you know all about it too
So please could you tell me what you're going to do ?.
Written 9th February 2018
The trolls that haunt this site
and think they're always right,
who bully, b itch and moan
are rotten to the bone.
I find it hard to hide my smirks
as they're a freaky load of jerks.
No hint of humor there
but I don't really care;
I shake my head, I'm numb
(I'd hate to be so dumb).
I find it hard to hide my smirks
as they're a freaky load of jerks.
I wonder are they mad,
or simply rather sad
with lives that failed to be,
just bitter jealousy?
I find it hard to hide my smirks
as they're a freaky load of jerks.
I do not read their trash:
so arrogant and brash,
and comments meant to sting
will make my spirit sing:
I find it hard to hide my smirks
as they're a freaky load of jerks...
yes, they're a freaky load of jerks!
The Trolls that live in the Basement are having a jolly old time!
Our Hubby let them have a touch of that delish Elderberry wine.
Most then got gussied up like Santa, tho a few are now Batman.
Said they’re off, to find those big red pots, and ring those crazy bells!
Some want to volunteer at the hospital, but there’s no worry, my dear.
For none seem to be able... to open that darn basement door, this year.
Perhaps it’s for the better, for they are RATHER big and kind of tall.
Don’t want some thinking: mutant, crazy Santas are heading for the mall.
Wait a minute! What do I see? They’re out! And escaping down the street!
All but one, that is, who’s on my mower, going to town, sitting on the seat!
He didn’t get it started, so like a little kid, he’s walking it. Isn’t that sweet!
Now don’t worry, I’ll call the neighbors up, for their yearly meet and greet.
That will slow them all down, until our friendly fireman does get to arrive.
He’s their Dojo master. They’ll listen to him without any questions, derived.
Besides, they can ride on his fire truck, as he speeds the Santa’s all over town.
Until they’re all worn out, tho they are also great help to stomp out any fires!
He’s teaching some to put out Dragons’ fire, and others how to handle a hose.
And we have carpenter Trolls that can rebuild so fast, before the sun has arose.
Yeah, everybody in town knows them, and Dragon who’s the truck mascot.
Dragon does the rescues, for as you know, fires don’t bother Dragons, a lot.
When they’re done, and all worn out, Grandpa Troll will lead them to the mall.
Where they’ll sing their favorite Christmas songs, and yes, get to ring the bell.
Finally we’ll lure them back home again, with Christmas cookies, for all, do tell.
They’ll warm up before a fireplace fire, that we let Dragon, finally start, for all.
Yeah, this happens every year, just like clockwork, during the holiday time.
You see, our Trolls are bigger than life, each with special, yet simple minds.
This year we taped it for a Christmas special… these special Basement Trolls.
And with all the laughter, there won’t be, a single dry eye, left to behold.
Wait ! the troll said.....
As he jumped in front of him.
You have the smell of humans on you.
Therefore, I can not let you pass thru.
The mouse said, but I have just what you need.
The troll looked him up and down, and ask.
Now just what would that be?
What is it that you think you have?
" That I want", asks the troll.
The mouse always heard that trolls were
really very stupid.
The mouse replied......
But you let the others pass.
I know this because I saw it.
Troll answered, yes, but, that has nothing to do with you.
And if you displease me, I will eat you on this day.
The mouse thought to himself.......
Magic always works, but, only when you think you haven't
been tricked.
Troll replied, well I'm waiting, to cook you in my dinner pot.
Within my cave of cold gray stone as I chew on your bones.
Though I do prefer the taste of human little girls, and boys.
The mouse got that gleam in his eye, "as he replied".
When I was out and about this very morning I saw the valley.
Where all the human girls and boys come out to play.
There's even some that hang out in a basket all day.
The troll's eyes got very big, as he asks", where is this valley?
The mouse said, with a big grin, why", it's just back over that hill.
The troll said, if you are lying to me, I will eat you when I get back.
And he walked off over that hill, as he said, wait for me here.
The mouse waited till the troll was far enough away.
So he could be on his way, the mouse thought to himself.
There really may be a valley where human children play.
But not over that hill, maybe over another hill, but not there.
At leastways not anywhere near that hungry old troll.
As the mouse went on his way, he thought......
The trouble with trolls is, " they're really very stupid".
4/ 27/ 2012 pm
I never knew some girls could be so mean
and carry on like a trans high school teen.
It sure ain’t raging hormones
cos this coven are old crones
who crave attention and wish to be seen!
So I shall grant them that wish they so crave
and make ‘em my witch ‘n make ‘em my slave.
I will immortalise ‘em
with my satirical pen
until they want more and make me their fave!
(I think I already am)
Written March 2025
Twas sordid that thought
Midwinter handed a lit
Oil lamp
Glowing
Showing the way outside to the shiny black paint of
The toilet door
Lift the latch....clunk! as your eyes scoured the darkness the bushes
For bogey men, trolls and murderers
Place lamp on window sill
Put small buttocks on the winter chilled toilet seat
Heart beats at a quickened pace
As a small scared face gazes
Out
Eyes foraging the white painted walls
For spiders and daddy long legs
Anything that crawls
And flys
And eats small, small children
Eyes down on two chubby little legs
Distant from the floor
And go girl go!
As quick as you can
As the sounds and rustles blown outside are
Definitely
The bogey man
He's coming after your guts and gore
Push little lady and try to be gone
Before
The doors ripped off its hinges
And you are dragged into the abyss
And they will all read about
The little lost Miss....
SARAJEVO - Trolls
In time we know what life is coming to,
and what is real is what we never see;
without a trace, it stops all we can do
to bring about those things we thought could be!
And in it all, there never comes around
a single thing to ever have and hold;
as gentle as the love we never found,
nor harsh as feeling we are growing old!
The bitter fruit of disappearing youth,
have played the joke upon our vagrant souls,
and all to soon, it comes around as truth,
all bridges out, are occupied by trolls,
whose sight is but a bullet's deadly aim
and Sniper Alley has become their game.
E Ron Arbuthnot aka ron wilson
Trolls are in our basement. My hubby invited them there.
Every night they wrestle…only for a little fun, they declare.
But I won’t let them have coffee or stay up late at night.
Believe me grumpy trolls stomping around your house can be a fright!
My Hubby goes to work each and every day.
And can you guess who baby-sits the trolls while he’s away?
They’ve played Xbox and Play Station through every foray and doomsday…
So I’ve taught them how to clean and mow, strictly to pay their way.
And now they’re reading children stories each and every morn.
Then they watch American Idol reruns, trying to sing along.
One is taking ballet lessons to improve his earthly charms.
But my favorite is serving at the Soup Kitchen daily, way down town.
I called my friend the Leprechaun to give me a little help.
To keep them from being bored, he lets them chase him through the park.
One he has been grooming to join the Boston Marathon next year.
Others, he’s getting ready to present Shakespeare in the park for a lark.
I thought, that would surely go well, if they’ll leave their clubs at home.
They like the richness in how he writes, and think they can improvise some.
But adding more mayhem to Shakespeare isn’t what I had in mind.
It’ll be like the 3 stooges doing Shakespeare, and I’m afraid of what I’ll find…
When the Big day came… I had to close my eyes, and much to my surprise.
Halo, World of War Craft, and crude singing had added to their charm.
Movie agents began to swarm… as the teenagers burst out in applause.
Now they’ve signed for TV commercials to compete with Vikings selling credit cards.
And don’t forget the movie they’re making that puts Shakespeare in a different light.
My hubby isn’t amused at losing his wrestling troll friends along the way.
But they gave him a lot of free passes to join them at various spots in their foray.
So I can finally say, everyone lived Happily Ever After… Hip…Hip…Hooray!
Now have a very pleasant and good day…
Some cat entered my room one night
I thought it was a ghost
It smelled like something had just died
But I must oblige my guest as the host
I turned on the light and there it was
An obnoxious opossum at best!
Whoa! Forget my host duties, cous!
Take the room—I’m an unhappy guest!
I left the house with a shutter
Before I realized I was heavily surrounded
By cats on all sides, up and under
The house they had all just rounded!
In truth I was perturbed on all levels
That I began to realize in horror
That damn opossum had spawned these little devils!
And tonight I must end this terror!
I then ran straight to the kitchen
Aware of the opossum inside
If I give up the tuna and ditch um’
Perhaps I’ll escape this night alive
The persistent cats scratched at the holes
Those buggers—those meddlers!
They could have been thieves—if not trolls!
Their yowls would scare sumo wrestlers!
Worst of all in this dilemma
Tomorrow was grocery day
There were no more cans of tuna
All my fish had swam away!
Somehow one got in
And the rest came barreling through
I ran toward my room to him
The opossum looked so distressed and blue
The little beady eyes pierced my soul
And I knew from then on he was my friend
He only meant to hide from the furry little trolls
And escape a most pitiful end!
I made up my mind at last
And picked up my trusty broom
Come on in—I dare yah tah pass!
Ain’t no feline coming through this room!
Glowing eyes burned with intent
And the yowling grew loud as hell
The little bullies think they can take my guest!
They’ll fly like birds they will!
That night was a battle like none other
A battle I will proudly say I won
I gained the friend of my life—a brother
My pet’s a load of fun!
As much as I love a neighbor cat
They are a little scary as a race
Thankfully a broom will push them back
And put them in their place
My opossum is a sweet little thing
And I protect him with my life
I’ll never judge a critter again
Till actions bring it to light
Crazy… can’t begin to describe, some of my Trolls, many ways.
But suddenly it was ninja this, and ninja that, today.
You should see them in black, though; they’re way too big to miss!
Shiny baubles tied all around, jingling with every move, in bliss.
But stealth isn’t their name to fame, for they’re not very small.
And with or without a costume, who would fight a Troll at all?
Stalking little birdies, and each other, was suddenly all the rage.
One startled a skunk… he’ll be staying outside, for a few days…
They tried to climb a downspout and trellis, to the hardwares’ demise.
Thank God, they never made it to the roof, for the results I would despise.
To practice throwing ninja stars, I gave them bubble gum balls, instead.
No one got hurt, and the stars were forgotten, with bubble gum wars, ahead.
They Did protect me from my swing set, may it rest in peace, this day.
But the smoke bombs, they thought they needed, definitely went astray.
It seems all the wood, that for my fireplace stood, has now gone up in smoke.
But they had lots of fun with marshmallows and a great weenie roast.
The firemen then came, and I explained as I met them in the front yard.
I warned of the ninjas, but they knew the ropes... they’d been here before.
So the firemen declared themselves ninja masters, that everyone must obey…
The ninjas immediately bowed down to their sensei. Thank God, is all I can say!
You can bet, I wish I’d thought of that, before a stanza or two, back… sooo true!
The firemen declared a safety violation for the trolls, and declared a big toll, too.
The toll would be to clean up the mess, and to practice at the local dojo.
Go figure…Apparently, one of the firemen owns that darn thing, you know!
He loaded up the ninja Trolls, for the fire truck ride of their life…
Winking... he said he’d have them and their jinglely suits… home safe, by night.
Got to love those firemen, they sure know their stuff… With just one look…
They told me: I could now relax and get some much-needed rest…
But first, I'll be hiding all those ninja movies… it’ll be for the best.
I discovered yesterday that my basement Trolls are all growing up.
Though, those with the butterfly wings are still flittering all about.
You see, yesterday I found a flyer hanging on my basement door, so proud.
It said, “We’re all for hire. Work for ‘shiny baubles’, Call 1-800-Trolls.”
Apparently, my leaf raking triggered a desire that runs really deep.
For all the other Trolls want into this ‘shiny bauble’ thing real quick.
And they haven’t yet figured out, the need to scatter fliers along the street.
That may not be important, for my neighbors vanish, whenever they are seen.
To give them a better image I thought they might start with walking dogs.
So I let them walk mine, since mine aren’t scared of any old nasty trolls.
It worked out really good, until they saw some squirrels climb up the trees.
As the Trolls climbed right behind, to get the critters: it was with dogs in hand.
Trolls are so very heavy, that not many trees were left standing along the way.
And this time, the dogs were quite traumatized, including the big Great Dane.
Now all Trolls have a special niche that only each one can truly claim.
But dog walking will never be these guys’ claim to the ‘shiny bauble’ fame.
My neighbors must still be lurking, for I found the bills to replace all the trees.
Someone rang my doorbell, ran, and left them, on my porch this yester eve.
Apparently, my neighbors will continue to vanish or hide, for quite some time.
But for the life of me… I just can’t understand why?
So you think that trolls and dragons
Are definitely not for real
You surely haven't talked with Carol lately
It's more than just a feel
They eat her food and occupy her house
Sometimes hide Mike's pyjamas
And we all know what that can lead to
If we only had a camera
Never a dull moment at Carol's place
Constantly messing her stuff
Fire comes out as Mr. Dragon cracks up
Then giggles at Mike in the buff
The local Dragon and Troll Exterminators
Have promised to get rid of these guys
But she's grown to love 'em a whole big bunch
Won't be party to their demise
So the Dragons and Trolls will have a home
At least for the foreseeable future
What a sweet ending to my poem about love
Tween Carol and her adorable creatures!
© Jack Ellison 2015