Trolls Poems - Poems about Trolls

Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony, Farming trolls to be enrolled, 'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies, Puking riddles on those tolled. Then the bots deliver the hurl, Regurgitate into the net, Till truth is common as a pearl, Yet what you see is what you get. Spidered webs entangle yonder, The language largely modeled, And artificial minds are left to ponder, Which words are...

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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...

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Lurking behind false identities And faceless names They launch a venomous attack Pulling you down the road to defame Their malicious intent to vilify your name Is a vicious and preposterous game Shameless trolls are a sadistic ploy Often media houses deploy ...

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they live in the toadstools of Venue Valley materializing only when wanting to do mischief or to frighten a superstitious human I heard them giggling once, but they did not appear to me trolls are fearful of redheaded girls We have a reputation of turning them into toads or bats, cats, snakes or worse it is our Celtic heritage on speed come on out!...

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The Trolls of NeighCassier smiled as they undermined. They acted sweet and welcoming :but they were mean and rude and unkind. The evaluated situations with prowess and assortment and hust they made enemies of the dwarfingdores and smuggled there squashes and stuff. There women acted like witches there men were shy and mean they raided fields in the evening and at night they'd wear twigs to be unseen. Potatoes...

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on Wednesday I blew away and it was a delight. north wind picked me up and carried me out of sight. I landed in troll village, and they declared me bright. Voted me mayor, were all impressed with my height. I was a head-turner, caused a riot, and a fight. Promised them I will be back again on Friday night....

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Some of the most charming people in the world are trolls with mean dispositions they hide for months at a time They like to date lively, joyful, women These charmers are lovely; saying the right things Tricking these women into falling in love with them After they capture these women, they attempt to isolate them Doing their best to keep them...

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Knocking on doors, people to meet, house after house, street after street, keeping going, day after day, whatever polls or trolls might say, there's not much time for resting feet. Car park selfies, the meet and greet, sharing stickers and printed sheets, no time to waste, there’s no delay, knocking on doors. Sunshine, showers, rinse then repeat, change is never an easy feat, when the future...

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Everyday, from time to time They do things that do not rhyme To and fro without a cause Barking bitterness without a pause They're like pests on a plant Or like ants in the pants Doing nothing but to bite Bringing nothing but blight Jabbering from here to there Jabbering everywhere They know nothing but to...

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People reveal the contents of their heart. drip by painful drip. It takes courage to tell the world what ails them. What hurt them-stomped them down. How they are in the process of healing. Climbing back up that brutal mountain, called self-doubt. Frayed hope-sliding back down -getting back on route. A million questions slung in the face. What is God anyway, who are...

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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...

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Three old trolls looked for a wife. One to keep the rest of their life. They decided they wanted to share one. A woman who can cook said the troll who was fun. A woman who was jolly and fine said Jimmy Whine. A woman who wants me to make her mine. I just want one who likes counting toes. Said the...

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two of the happiest most colorful trolls of the hour came by in a wheelbarrow and picked up a flower I watched them and smiled, they were having such fun. one of them fell out and landed smack on his bum. they both thought this was a hoot, and laughed merrily. I ran out and asked if either would like...

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They were gnarly and snarly and mean with sticking out tummies. I think they are horrible, nasty, mean, and maybe they’re dummies. That is not a nice way to be, my mother told me, give them a chance. I crept up on them and watched while they did a tiny troll-like dance. Their bare feet were joyful, they were...

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It’s said that there are people, who live Beneath the ground. Deep within Earth’s middle, little folks can be found. Not Leprechauns or Gnomes with tempers; no Elves or Trolls, are to be seen. I’m told, they have some ghastly tempers; when prying eyes won’t leave them be. They often wander up above to play with human minds. ...

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