"snorlax" poems - Hello Poetry

Toking on a cloud with ******* Jesus and his family Lame folks ask me how, its cause I ******* smoke religiously No God I smoke religious tree, I get ****** in the name of heresy You angry penguin ****** preach acceptance So praise the Lord and ******* shame on me My guise is Satan ***** and my swag is undisguisible heartless and no conscience, sicksicksix most recognizable -that statement may surprise a little but since we all surmise a little Why deny me as the devil when When I clearly play a golden fiddle. . . From Hell I made a deal and there is no repeal nothing you see is real, I will invade and pervade your mind So wait in anticipation, life's a figment of your own imagination I'll watch you dissipate into oblivion Pound for pound, I'm a cenobite at heart, I just haven't a heart to be found It's not hard for me its profound, the sound of suffering your soul is ours now and I will tear it apart Here's a toast to our orchestral Symphony of the flesh My swag's so ******* flawless 100 carrot diamonds, ******* love me cause I'm gorgeous can't stag no more, fat stacks galore embrace the force it opens doors Is there a source, but of course - it just lies dormant/ What's a ***** to a floor except a doormat And you know that I'm no diplomat It's just a fact I ******* hate those stinky ratchets And I sharply lack tact tell that ***** her ***** smells like Magikarp Body language, that of Snorlax someone once asked why don't have an open mind brains would spill out if my ******* snapback weren't so tight Its the season to seize C's and hallucinations be dazzlin em don't believe your eyes son, its only a phantasm but Words are like playdough, fun to play with not to eat So clap your ******* trap and get lost to the beat I can't be defeat So suckle my teet My verses are perverse I'm high as **** words: failing Get low ill as **** so ******* sick, blowed half past belligerent, tweaking off my nasal drips, There's serenity in debauchery - ***** I ******* bask in it have a taste basketcase, I drink red bull it gives me ******* wings "Memento quod sumus lascivio venatus" Remember that you are playing the Game

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Nov 29, 2013

Nov 29, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC

duderocketship

Anomalous Phenomena

Toking on a cloud with ******* Jesus and his family Lame folks ask me how, its cause I ******* smoke religiously No God I smoke religious tree, I get ****** in the name of heresy You angry penguin ****** preach acceptance So praise the Lord and ******* shame on me My guise is Satan ***** and my swag is undisguisible heartless and no conscience, sicksicksix most recognizable -that statement may surprise a little but since we all surmise a little Why deny me as the devil when When I clearly play a golden fiddle. . . From Hell I made a deal and there is no repeal nothing you see is real, I will invade and pervade your mind So wait in anticipation, life's a figment of your own imagination I'll watch you dissipate into oblivion Pound for pound, I'm a cenobite at heart, I just haven't a heart to be found It's not hard for me its profound, the sound of suffering your soul is ours now and I will tear it apart Here's a toast to our orchestral Symphony of the flesh My swag's so ******* flawless 100 carrot diamonds, ******* love me cause I'm gorgeous can't stag no more, fat stacks galore embrace the force it opens doors Is there a source, but of course - it just lies dormant/ What's a ***** to a floor except a doormat And you know that I'm no diplomat It's just a fact I ******* hate those stinky ratchets And I sharply lack tact tell that ***** her ***** smells like Magikarp Body language, that of Snorlax someone once asked why don't have an open mind brains would spill out if my ******* snapback weren't so tight Its the season to seize C's and hallucinations be dazzlin em don't believe your eyes son, its only a phantasm but Words are like playdough, fun to play with not to eat So clap your ******* trap and get lost to the beat I can't be defeat So suckle my teet My verses are perverse I'm high as **** words: failing Get low ill as **** so ******* sick, blowed half past belligerent, tweaking off my nasal drips, There's serenity in debauchery - ***** I ******* bask in it have a taste basketcase, I drink red bull it gives me ******* wings "Memento quod sumus lascivio venatus" Remember that you are playing the Game

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Being attacked En masse by zubat Oh excuse me I meant Woobat Send out my Rapidash Its a pity it knows flash I leave a trail of Pokes behind This is what happens when you grind Saving up for an expert belt with a buckle So i can give it to my shuckle I run into a snorlax Its ok i relax I have 99 ultra ***** And one good Stalls Catch him in no time Ran into a female Mister Mime Freaked out i back up into little caterpie But I already have a butterfree Spray some repel Avoid the weepingbell Make it back to pallet town Gary and i ready to throw down

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Mar 16, 2011

Mar 16, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC

patrick-mccombs-1

A Pokemon Poem.

Being attacked En masse by zubat Oh excuse me I meant Woobat Send out my Rapidash Its a pity it knows flash I leave a trail of Pokes behind This is what happens when you grind Saving up for an expert belt with a buckle So i can give it to my shuckle I run into a snorlax Its ok i relax I have 99 ultra ***** And one good Stalls Catch him in no time Ran into a female Mister Mime Freaked out i back up into little caterpie But I already have a butterfree Spray some repel Avoid the weepingbell Make it back to pallet town Gary and i ready to throw down

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Let me be honest I am so freaking tired I need rest like a Snorlax And if you don’t get that reference You were never a 90s kid Skidding to a stop on route 16 or 12 Wondering what the hell Was blocking your path And slipping into “yo momma” jokes The world over So I pull my bike to the shoulder Trying to find the melody That will remedy my malady Because it’s the opposite of what you used See I don’t just need rest From walking town to town I need it from you, myself, And from everyone around Giving their two cents Calling it common sense and Of course I should listen since My wallet is empty of that currency While yours is apparently so abundant That you feel a necessity To force it upon me as charity I’m tired of clichés and Bits of wisdom from authors anonymous Because I’m telling you I’m not a mess That can be fixed with your Two penny potion Made from your split second emotion Based upon empathy or sympathy I can’t quite tell when it comes To your simply pity I’m sorry I don’t sound grateful I know you’re just being helpful I’m just so freaking tired Tired of stopping myself Before even getting started Because I know The battles everyday are hard and I don’t know That I can make it out As the champion I need to be This has been my reality Stutter stepping from 1 to 2 to 23 So maybe now you see Why I’m so freaking tired

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Jan 25, 2013

Jan 25, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC

hunter-shields

Red's Retirement

Let me be honest I am so freaking tired I need rest like a Snorlax And if you don’t get that reference You were never a 90s kid Skidding to a stop on route 16 or 12 Wondering what the hell Was blocking your path And slipping into “yo momma” jokes The world over So I pull my bike to the shoulder Trying to find the melody That will remedy my malady Because it’s the opposite of what you used See I don’t just need rest From walking town to town I need it from you, myself, And from everyone around Giving their two cents Calling it common sense and Of course I should listen since My wallet is empty of that currency While yours is apparently so abundant That you feel a necessity To force it upon me as charity I’m tired of clichés and Bits of wisdom from authors anonymous Because I’m telling you I’m not a mess That can be fixed with your Two penny potion Made from your split second emotion Based upon empathy or sympathy I can’t quite tell when it comes To your simply pity I’m sorry I don’t sound grateful I know you’re just being helpful I’m just so freaking tired Tired of stopping myself Before even getting started Because I know The battles everyday are hard and I don’t know That I can make it out As the champion I need to be This has been my reality Stutter stepping from 1 to 2 to 23 So maybe now you see Why I’m so freaking tired

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We rip through bulletproof vest Expose meat on your chest Curved like a crest since my adolescent I was made for the battle snappin' rattles herd em in like cattles death to enemies who tattle? My wordsmith be sharper than a barber blade sliced then fade this is a takeway Like tom hanks they the get the cast away Casket I means on display so bump the negativity When me and Mac come through ya know how we do Rip through vocals and spinal chords Mortal combat bloat em like snorlax stuff em like kotex give em a klennex Cuz they bleeding from they neck Like an attack from Black Dracula Rhymes spectacular connect with my vernacular I be the rappin' consular eat em up like jentacular braille em like macular Once the taste my rhymes they embrace saccular Knock amateurs yo Mac diesel we too ******** for em Its the aeon of seclorum rhyming in foursomes me myself and I and the universe connectin' durums Sound the drums the wars is coming techs is humming you can see the pain dumped in Hearts exposed from sin tacklin' the uncontrollable djinn' Huh I was made from within A spiritual divine giving cursed inside a blessing Flash minds like a bang from a Smith and Wesson Hope these critics learning they lesson Im a king with the five point stetson Turn fakes emcees into a depression Causing aggression make em change directions Persona skills pursuing pressing with my intellectual weapons Takin' souls captive addendum to my collection it was destined I give em mercy once began intercessions Whoaaaa!!!

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Dec 25, 2017

Dec 25, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Mental Space

We rip through bulletproof vest Expose meat on your chest Curved like a crest since my adolescent I was made for the battle snappin' rattles herd em in like cattles death to enemies who tattle? My wordsmith be sharper than a barber blade sliced then fade this is a takeway Like tom hanks they the get the cast away Casket I means on display so bump the negativity When me and Mac come through ya know how we do Rip through vocals and spinal chords Mortal combat bloat em like snorlax stuff em like kotex give em a klennex Cuz they bleeding from they neck Like an attack from Black Dracula Rhymes spectacular connect with my vernacular I be the rappin' consular eat em up like jentacular braille em like macular Once the taste my rhymes they embrace saccular Knock amateurs yo Mac diesel we too ******** for em Its the aeon of seclorum rhyming in foursomes me myself and I and the universe connectin' durums Sound the drums the wars is coming techs is humming you can see the pain dumped in Hearts exposed from sin tacklin' the uncontrollable djinn' Huh I was made from within A spiritual divine giving cursed inside a blessing Flash minds like a bang from a Smith and Wesson Hope these critics learning they lesson Im a king with the five point stetson Turn fakes emcees into a depression Causing aggression make em change directions Persona skills pursuing pressing with my intellectual weapons Takin' souls captive addendum to my collection it was destined I give em mercy once began intercessions Whoaaaa!!!

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it's 2oclock in the morning on election night.i am driving over to the east end projects with my mother in a blue minivan. my nana is having another nervous breakdown. she's already called 911 twice about a rattle snake in her kitchen closet . we get there to find a peanutbutter-and-jelly sandwich cut into three uneven peices it's wrapped in clear plastic, set aside for a nonexistent maintenance man who fell out of the bathroom window while painting it. we learn her very living daughter has died in a motor vehicle accident while in transit to see her husband, my grandfather- who died when i was in second grade. she explains to me how she shut the closet door in such a fashion as to make the enclosed space entirely airtight. she won't let us open the door. she laments the ****** of the snake by her deeds. the conversation turns to the positioning of furniture. we spend an hour and a half there.i check the results on my phone i don't think i can go to thanksgiving anymore. a few neighborhoods away,my girlfriend is crying my nana explains various recent births in the family that are untrue and biologically impossible. most of the stories involve people supposedly next door.or in the basement she talks about Elizabeth who doesn't exist. we go home after she finishes her peach yogurt i spend ten minutes outside my house , zigzagging around the block. i catch my first snorlax who is my favorite pokemon. it is a foolishly low cp

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Nov 9, 2016

Nov 9, 2016 at 4:14 PM UTC

k_faye

when i remember the time a man on the subway judged me like a father (also: pokegofuckyourself)

it's 2oclock in the morning on election night.i am driving over to the east end projects with my mother in a blue minivan. my nana is having another nervous breakdown. she's already called 911 twice about a rattle snake in her kitchen closet . we get there to find a peanutbutter-and-jelly sandwich cut into three uneven peices it's wrapped in clear plastic, set aside for a nonexistent maintenance man who fell out of the bathroom window while painting it. we learn her very living daughter has died in a motor vehicle accident while in transit to see her husband, my grandfather- who died when i was in second grade. she explains to me how she shut the closet door in such a fashion as to make the enclosed space entirely airtight. she won't let us open the door. she laments the ****** of the snake by her deeds. the conversation turns to the positioning of furniture. we spend an hour and a half there.i check the results on my phone i don't think i can go to thanksgiving anymore. a few neighborhoods away,my girlfriend is crying my nana explains various recent births in the family that are untrue and biologically impossible. most of the stories involve people supposedly next door.or in the basement she talks about Elizabeth who doesn't exist. we go home after she finishes her peach yogurt i spend ten minutes outside my house , zigzagging around the block. i catch my first snorlax who is my favorite pokemon. it is a foolishly low cp

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She was August, I was February months apart, but tied by the same number Eleven, like a thread linking distant days, like Pepero sticks she loved, thin, sweet, and gone too fast. She was the girl who handed me slippers in the rain, who lent me her red, green, and white files, who sat in the third row while I sat in the first, but somehow, we always found our way to the same place. She was fries on one eventful canteen day, laughing about weight neither of us really cared about. She called herself Snorlax, but to me, she was Eevee full of possibilities, always shifting, always bright. She sent me memes, told me to wake up, to sleep early to try again tomorrow She saw Natsume in me though I never watched Gakuen Alice to know why Maybe she saw the quiet fire I never named. She was there, and then she wasn’t. Distance, time, then silence life pulled us apart like a ribbon unraveling. But somewhere in the space between eleven and eleven she still lingers.

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Mar 3, 2025

Mar 3, 2025 at 6:32 AM UTC

chinhooi-ng

Elevens

She was August, I was February months apart, but tied by the same number Eleven, like a thread linking distant days, like Pepero sticks she loved, thin, sweet, and gone too fast. She was the girl who handed me slippers in the rain, who lent me her red, green, and white files, who sat in the third row while I sat in the first, but somehow, we always found our way to the same place. She was fries on one eventful canteen day, laughing about weight neither of us really cared about. She called herself Snorlax, but to me, she was Eevee full of possibilities, always shifting, always bright. She sent me memes, told me to wake up, to sleep early to try again tomorrow She saw Natsume in me though I never watched Gakuen Alice to know why Maybe she saw the quiet fire I never named. She was there, and then she wasn’t. Distance, time, then silence life pulled us apart like a ribbon unraveling. But somewhere in the space between eleven and eleven she still lingers.

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Your eyes told me of how happy that made you. Happy birthday, babe. I love you.

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Dec 1, 2021

Dec 1, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC

unknwn_

Snorlax's day!

Your eyes told me of how happy that made you. Happy birthday, babe. I love you.

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