We run and find a place to hide, but some don't make it back inside.
Our shelter is nowhere near a home, it is a cabin where we can not r… moreoam.
Although all the wood protects us from the dead, we are hungry, we have no bread.
We go outside we face the bunch, it's our flesh they would like to munch.
If we stumble on a horde of Walkers, they will turn into a crowd of Stalkers.
We run untill the days are cold, will we do this untill we are old?
Why are we here and still alive? Is our only purpose just to survive?
No it's not Clem, don't give up hope. Kenny is back, the rest of you'r story's has yet to be told.
There once was a walker named Ted
Who Clementine shot in the head
When his brains poured out
Little Clemmy did pout
It's a shame that Carver’s not dead.
The death of Lee was so sad. To Clem he was like her dad.
Lee gave her his smarts. And Clem's new life starts.
But then Kenny returns. With some really good burns(Vanilla Ice)
It seems he cheated death. Even in his final breath.
Though I love Kenny. And also pennies.
No one can replace Lee. He holds but a key.
A key to our hearts. In his death we part.
We know you weren't real. But we'll always feel that feel.
The world is dead, sweet Clementine
The world is dead, my dear
Its warmth and comfort, cold and still
Its kindness, buried here
… moreThe world is dead, sweet Clementine
It pains my heart to say
The life you cherished once before
A memory, fade away
The world is dead, sweet Clementine
The days ahead are grim
You’ll fight for every breath you'll take
You’ll live on Chance’s whim
Yet though it seems a hopeless cause,
I beg you don’t relent
Endure each day and carry on
Your spirit, steel unbent
Defeat your troubles, face your fears
Resolve that you survive
For the world is dead, sweet Clementine
But you are still alive
Don't give a camera to Sarah
Don't let her pick up a gun
She's just not completely all there-a
And she'll shoot herself with either… more one
THE ULTIMATE SPOILER POEM
Kenny was lost to the herd but came back,
Lilly was lost and did not,
Uncle Pete's ankle meats became a Walker snack,
And Omid was fatally shot.
Ed and Diana are roaming Savannah,
Christa was chased off by some guys,
Poor Mark was eaten just like a banana,
Ben plummeted to his demise.
Katjaa just could not live without Duck,
Larry got smashed in the fridge,
The manure in the sewer's where they buried Chuck,
And Matthew got blown off a bridge.
Doug was devoured and Carley was shot
(Or sometimes vice versa, but usually not),
And when Lee Everett died, everyone cried,
But he lives on through what Clem was taught.
Let's see it's been a while since I've done this, my apologies if it's too long. I call this "My Friend"
I once knew a friend who protect… moreed me to the end
He taught me how to shoot a gun and how to survive, with our time together I sure felt alive
He said my hair was dangerous and he had to cut it short, even though I hated the idea, I was still a good sport
On the radio I was deceived by a stranger, I should've known better but I was blind to the danger
When we reached Savannah he told me where I could find my parents, I should've known he was lying, his words were transparent
He took me and hid me behind a door, I kept yelling and kicking trying to get out but nothing was happening, I felt so ignored
Later I heard two people talking outside, I managed to open the door and saw my friend, what a surprise!
He looked at an item on the table, I grabbed it and smashed the stranger's head. I hoped it would be fatal
The t… [view original content]
It's a very simple rhyme scheme: a b a b etc. I timed myself, 14 minutes. Tell me what you think.
As death surrounds-
the despair comp… moreounds.
.
A little girl with such long hair-
must face this world if she can dare.
.
Escaping the safety of her house in the trees-
help the damned up to their knees.
.
Befriend the convicted now charged with life-
All in all a mortal strife.
.
Though fallen from grace with a heavy heart-
the damned gives all and plays his part.
.
The convict now, who lays with death-
says his byes with a dying breath.
.
One last sound before the rot-
the tragic echo of one gun shot.
.
The silence shatters as it comes in waves-
whimpers with tears which could fill up caves.
.
On the outskirts of town on a lonely log-
she peers through tears thicker than fog.
.
Over the hill the duo speeds-
to find the girl who hides on trees.
" The journey of Clementine-Everett the brave "
I protected you as well as i could. I got so attached, maybe more than i should.
You a… morere a form that is told what to feel. Yet you seem so real.
Tragedy and death on this path we walk. I'm sad that we never really got to talk.
Lifeless form without thought or mind. Now i feel depressed and blind.
In the end the strong became weak and the weak became strong. It might have been withing you all along
I know you are not real, so i know you will be fine. I will miss you, Clementine!
Clem found Omid and Christa. They are alive and alright.
The streets lay there, with noone inside.
The ruins of the dead, they give us a fright.
One by one, or in hords they hunt. We slaughter with knifes, sharp or blunt.
Suriving to the end, is not easy to ask. In order to exist, we must were a mask.
Our identitys lost, from the lives we once had. Now Omid and Christa are gone, mos… [view original content]
MD-Unit back to represent fo shizzle my nizzle
Lee was a killa
While zombies danced like thriller
I love vanilla
before I became a killa
I see myself in the mirror
while i eat my vanilla
that's how became a killa
Some people listen to their heart
Some listen to their head
Larry got attacked in both
And now he's super dead.
When Clementin… moree
Met a canine
Their new friendship seemed permanent
But when he chomped
She kicked and stomped,
Then slit his throat (Determinant)
Don't give a camera to Sarah
Don't let her pick up a gun
She's just not completely all there-a
And she'll shoot herself with either… more one
THE ULTIMATE SPOILER POEM
Kenny was lost to the herd but came back,
Lilly was lost and did not,
Uncle Pete's ankle meats became a Walker snack,
And Omid was fatally shot.
Ed and Diana are roaming Savannah,
Christa was chased off by some guys,
Poor Mark was eaten just like a banana,
Ben plummeted to his demise.
Katjaa just could not live without Duck,
Larry got smashed in the fridge,
The manure in the sewer's where they buried Chuck,
And Matthew got blown off a bridge.
Doug was devoured and Carley was shot
(Or sometimes vice versa, but usually not),
And when Lee Everett died, everyone cried,
But he lives on through what Clem was taught.
The world is dead, sweet Clementine
The world is dead, my dear
Its warmth and comfort, cold and still
Its kindness, buried here
… moreThe world is dead, sweet Clementine
It pains my heart to say
The life you cherished once before
A memory, fade away
The world is dead, sweet Clementine
The days ahead are grim
You’ll fight for every breath you'll take
You’ll live on Chance’s whim
Yet though it seems a hopeless cause,
I beg you don’t relent
Endure each day and carry on
Your spirit, steel unbent
Defeat your troubles, face your fears
Resolve that you survive
For the world is dead, sweet Clementine
But you are still alive
* Sometimes people dismiss me just because I'm small
* Then they all berate me, and soon they have the gall
* To tell me to "stay innocent… more" - and I reply "fuck you."
* 'cause I have done some awful things that you could never do.
* I've seen my parents, both transformed; others I've seen worse
* I almost ate an Air Force man. The world is just a hearse.
* I shot my best friend in the head - for living I've a knack
* Underestimate me, go ahead. But I would watch your back.
Let me tell you about this guy named Kenny, boy he sure isn't like many
He has a godlike 'stache which brings him popularity, well except… more from this one girl named Lilly
You see, he smashed her father's head with a salt lick, but to be honest the guy was kind of a prick
He'll be your bro only if you agree with him, make sure you go with his boat plan, you don't want to be stuck forever at the motor inn
Kenny thinks urbans know how to pick locks, but he doesn't really mean it, it's just that florida talk
When he risked his life we weren't sure about his fate, But he returned for season 2 and it was well worth the wait!
Now the solution to the apocalypse had been solved, when Kenny showed up his godlike 'stache had evolved
Cool your jets there rambo, let Kenny attack, now that he's returned he'll have Clementine's back!
Decided to make a little limerick and it spiraled out of control. Enjoy!
At the age of eight years Clem had plenty of fears
Like ghos… morets and spiders that crawl into your ears
Though they sometimes caused fright
In the dark of the night
She never cried out or shed tears
.
It's been more than a year, Clem has much more to fear
Like the gruesome demises of those she holds dear
But Lee taught her good
Now she aims like she should
And cuts her own hair a few times every year
.
Come walker or Winston, Clem's ready to fight
She'll grapple, she'll pummel, she'll shank and she'll bite
She targets the head
Or just shoots til' they're dead
Lee would be proud of that little girl's might.
.
When the going is tough and the plan goes to shit
The group is disgruntled and ready to split
She can blackmail or lie
Even threaten to cry
But dickbags like Carver deserve to get hit.
.
This is… [view original content]
" The journey of Clementine-Everett the brave "
I protected you as well as i could. I got so attached, maybe more than i should.
You a… morere a form that is told what to feel. Yet you seem so real.
Tragedy and death on this path we walk. I'm sad that we never really got to talk.
Lifeless form without thought or mind. Now i feel depressed and blind.
In the end the strong became weak and the weak became strong. It might have been withing you all along
I know you are not real, so i know you will be fine. I will miss you, Clementine!
Clem found Omid and Christa. They are alive and alright.
The streets lay there, with noone inside.
The ruins of the dead, they give us a fright.
One by one, or in hords they hunt. We slaughter with knifes, sharp or blunt.
Suriving to the end, is not easy to ask. In order to exist, we must were a mask.
Our identitys lost, from the lives we once had. Now Omid and Christa are gone, mos… [view original content]
There once lived a guy named Vince.
And i can assure you that he wasn't a prince.
He killed a man, which is quite bad.
But he didn't kill out of anger, he tryed to protect his brother instead.
And if you ask me, that's quite concrete.
Comments
Stache so true MOAR
Got bit
Fever hit,
world went to shit
I quit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bcYppAs6ZdI
Stache was a clever man
Did poems whenever he can
Till the day he could rap no more
This thread become a bore
All users wanted MOAR!!!!!!!
We run and find a place to hide, but some don't make it back inside.
Our shelter is nowhere near a home, it is a cabin where we can not roam.
Although all the wood protects us from the dead, we are hungry, we have no bread.
We go outside we face the bunch, it's our flesh they would like to munch.
If we stumble on a horde of Walkers, they will turn into a crowd of Stalkers.
We run untill the days are cold, will we do this untill we are old?
Why are we here and still alive? Is our only purpose just to survive?
No it's not Clem, don't give up hope. Kenny is back, the rest of you'r story's has yet to be told.
There once was a walker named Ted
Who Clementine shot in the head
When his brains poured out
Little Clemmy did pout
It's a shame that Carver’s not dead.
YESSSS!!!
Short and sweet nice
Don't give a camera to Sarah
Don't let her pick up a gun
She's just not completely all there-a
And she'll shoot herself with either one
THE ULTIMATE SPOILER POEM
Kenny was lost to the herd but came back,
Lilly was lost and did not,
Uncle Pete's ankle meats became a Walker snack,
And Omid was fatally shot.
Ed and Diana are roaming Savannah,
Christa was chased off by some guys,
Poor Mark was eaten just like a banana,
Ben plummeted to his demise.
Katjaa just could not live without Duck,
Larry got smashed in the fridge,
The manure in the sewer's where they buried Chuck,
And Matthew got blown off a bridge.
Doug was devoured and Carley was shot
(Or sometimes vice versa, but usually not),
And when Lee Everett died, everyone cried,
But he lives on through what Clem was taught.
In Tribute to Lee.
The death of Lee was so sad. To Clem he was like her dad.
Lee gave her his smarts. And Clem's new life starts.
But then Kenny returns. With some really good burns(Vanilla Ice)
It seems he cheated death. Even in his final breath.
Though I love Kenny. And also pennies.
No one can replace Lee. He holds but a key.
A key to our hearts. In his death we part.
We know you weren't real. But we'll always feel that feel.
The world is dead, sweet Clementine
The world is dead, my dear
Its warmth and comfort, cold and still
Its kindness, buried here
The world is dead, sweet Clementine
It pains my heart to say
The life you cherished once before
A memory, fade away
The world is dead, sweet Clementine
The days ahead are grim
You’ll fight for every breath you'll take
You’ll live on Chance’s whim
Yet though it seems a hopeless cause,
I beg you don’t relent
Endure each day and carry on
Your spirit, steel unbent
Defeat your troubles, face your fears
Resolve that you survive
For the world is dead, sweet Clementine
But you are still alive
Damn, that is good!
Let's see it's been a while since I've done this, my apologies if it's too long. I call this "My Friend"
I once knew a friend who protected me to the end
He taught me how to shoot a gun and how to survive, with our time together I sure felt alive
He said my hair was dangerous and he had to cut it short, even though I hated the idea, I was still a good sport
On the radio I was deceived by a stranger, I should've known better but I was blind to the danger
When we reached Savannah he told me where I could find my parents, I should've known he was lying, his words were transparent
He took me and hid me behind a door, I kept yelling and kicking trying to get out but nothing was happening, I felt so ignored
Later I heard two people talking outside, I managed to open the door and saw my friend, what a surprise!
He looked at an item on the table, I grabbed it and smashed the stranger's head. I hoped it would be fatal
The two started fighting, he was choking my friend and I watched in horror, I picked up a gun and shot the stranger, it was finally over
It felt like a nightmare, my friend told me I gave him such a scare
We hugged like never before, I felt so happy and secured
I noticed his arm was missing and he looked scary, he said don't worry about that sweet pea we have to hurry
He opened the door and a walker came in, he noticed that it didn't do a thing
He killed the walker and said he needed to cover me in it's blood, it was going to be smelly, I kept thinking oh crud
My friend grabbed it's entrails, It was disgusting but it was only way to protect ourselves
When we got outside he told me not to yell, If I stay quiet everything will go swell
We walked past the walkers as they were giving us clearance, I turned to look around and I saw my undead parents
I couldn't believe it I was shocked and in doubt, my friend said "Clem, Don't..." before he blacked out
I dragged him to safety before it was too late, when he woke up he told me to get the door open there was no time to wait
I told him it was okay that we were safe now. He said listen Clem I got bit... I didn't want to believe it no way, no how
He said I should've told you sooner but we have to get you out, things didn't look good, I was losing the person I care about
I told him you can lean on me if you have to, he said I'm okay I'll pull through
We walked a bit farther but he was too weak to go on, he fell to the floor and tried to get up but he couldn't hang on
We saw a walker trapped on the other side, luckily it was just one. He said "Get the gun, Clem. Always the gun."
Looking at the walker I felt scared, My friend said you're faster and smarter, if it attacks just be prepared
When I reached over, the walker somehow got free. I tried to run but it still got a hold of me
A display stand fell and almost knocked out my friend, He passed me a baseball bat and then I had the upper hand
I could see that my friend was hurting, He said "You're strong, Clem. You...you can do anything."
My parent's were walkers did you see? " I can't imagine Sweet Pea". Don't become one of them, don't become a walker PLEASE...please
"You have to shoot me, honey" He said, It was the only way to keep him from becoming one of those mindless undead
"Keep that hair short" He told me, I will. I'll cut it myself I guaranteed
He was slowly fading his last words were "I'll Miss you" I stared crying more and said Me, too.
It was time to say goodbye, I will remember his advice. I pointed the gun and took the final shot, my heart broke in pieces I was heavily distraught
Farewell and watch over me, thank you for everything I'll never forget you...my good friend Lee.
claps and cries tears of joy That was beautiful.
Brilliant
Thanks for taking the time to read it bro, glad you like it!
There was a kid, his name was Duck
He was Kenny's son, but boy did he suck
Always crying, always sobbin'
Poor guy never got to be Robin
I guess the SATCHE can't protect them all
R.I.P. Duck, God bless your soul
It's a very simple rhyme scheme: a b a b etc. I timed myself, 14 minutes. Tell me what you think.
As death surrounds-
the despair compounds.
.
A little girl with such long hair-
must face this world if she can dare.
.
Escaping the safety of her house in the trees-
help the damned up to their knees.
.
Befriend the convicted now charged with life-
All in all a mortal strife.
.
Though fallen from grace with a heavy heart-
the damned gives all and plays his part.
.
The convict now, who lays with death-
says his byes with a dying breath.
.
One last sound before the rot-
the tragic echo of one gun shot.
.
The silence shatters as it comes in waves-
whimpers with tears which could fill up caves.
.
On the outskirts of town on a lonely log-
she peers through tears thicker than fog.
.
Over the hill the duo speeds-
to find the girl who hides on trees.
feels ;-;
Love it viva never knew were such gangster rapper love this
Oh boy...looks like i am getting competition here! So many good poems!
lol going need poem off i can't choose stache v lee hard to say who's more gangster
" The journey of Clementine-Everett the brave "
I protected you as well as i could. I got so attached, maybe more than i should.
You are a form that is told what to feel. Yet you seem so real.
Tragedy and death on this path we walk. I'm sad that we never really got to talk.
Lifeless form without thought or mind. Now i feel depressed and blind.
In the end the strong became weak and the weak became strong. It might have been withing you all along
I know you are not real, so i know you will be fine. I will miss you, Clementine!
Clem found Omid and Christa. They are alive and alright.
The streets lay there, with noone inside.
The ruins of the dead, they give us a fright.
One by one, or in hords they hunt. We slaughter with knifes, sharp or blunt.
Suriving to the end, is not easy to ask. In order to exist, we must were a mask.
Our identitys lost, from the lives we once had. Now Omid and Christa are gone, most certainly dead.
All day and all night, Clem didn't have a clue. That Kenny was confirmed for Season2!
We run and find a place to hide, but some don't make it back inside.
Our shelter is nowhere near a home, it is a cabin where we can not roam.
Although all the wood protects us from the dead, we are hungry, we have no bread.
We go outside we face the bunch, it's our flesh they would like to munch.
If we stumble on a horde of Walkers, they will turn into a crowd of Stalkers.
We run untill the days are cold, will we do this untill we are old?
Why are we here and still alive? Is our only purpose just to survive?
No it's not Clem, don't give up hope. Kenny is back, the rest of you'r story's has yet to be told.
What can I say? I'm straight up G!
That was beautiful definitely a contender for best poem i seen
hahaha loving it
MD-Unit back to represent fo shizzle my nizzle
Lee was a killa
While zombies danced like thriller
I love vanilla
before I became a killa
I see myself in the mirror
while i eat my vanilla
that's how became a killa
Better than the majority of rappers today...
Let me tell you about this guy named Kenny, boy he sure isn't like many
He has a godlike 'stache which brings him popularity, well except from this one girl named Lilly
You see, he smashed her father's head with a salt lick, but to be honest the guy was kind of a prick
He'll be your bro only if you agree with him, make sure you go with his boat plan, you don't want to be stuck forever at the motor inn
Kenny thinks urbans know how to pick locks, but he doesn't really mean it, it's just that florida talk
When he risked his life we weren't sure about his fate, But he returned for season 2 and it was well worth the wait!
Now the solution to the apocalypse had been solved, when Kenny showed up his godlike 'stache had evolved
Cool your jets there rambo, let Kenny attack, now that he's returned he'll have Clementine's back!
Roses are red, violets are blue, Carley's still alive and this is all a dream...
lol that second one was fucking divine
my fave so far.
Damnnn
Nice
Just brilliant the stache and the poem
Decided to make a little limerick and it spiraled out of control. Enjoy!
At the age of eight years Clem had plenty of fears
Like ghosts and spiders that crawl into your ears
Though they sometimes caused fright
In the dark of the night
She never cried out or shed tears
.
It's been more than a year, Clem has much more to fear
Like the gruesome demises of those she holds dear
But Lee taught her good
Now she aims like she should
And cuts her own hair a few times every year
.
Come walker or Winston, Clem's ready to fight
She'll grapple, she'll pummel, she'll shank and she'll bite
She targets the head
Or just shoots til' they're dead
Lee would be proud of that little girl's might.
.
When the going is tough and the plan goes to shit
The group is disgruntled and ready to split
She can blackmail or lie
Even threaten to cry
But dickbags like Carver deserve to get hit.
.
This is story of young Clementine
Some think she is doomed, others say she'll be fine
There's now way to know
But it really would blow
If Episode Five was the end of the line
Is a limerick:
A
A
B
B
A
?
D'aaawww. The last line and the picture below it warms the cockles of me heart.
Ooh, this is a good one I might have to bookmar- Wait a second, you spelled which wrong!!! TAKE MY DOWNVOTES! (Just kidding, I upvoted)
Thanks man.