(epic giveaway #1 hasn't been given due to nobody claiming it. ill respin on Sunday) (StormyA won)

To enter the new giveaway, write a poem. It can be simple or elaborate, it just has to have some meaning or depth to it. It can be however long you want it to be and I will wholeheartedly read through all of them. This giveaway will end on June 8th. 

Rules:

Present a poem (MUST BE YOUR OWN)

Put the username of the player you want to receive the rank below the poem

No alting. Any accounts made after May 1st will be disqualified. 

Have fun with it, this isn't an assignment or chore, take it lightheartedly and enjoy what you write!

edit: NO AI (im going to check them)

edit: duckilz, THEVIKINGBOY, Lucky_Starz, and Supernova_Cosmo all used AI. 

With fortune,

retrowave_17

Can you put your own name if you want the rank? Or does it have to be someone else?

edit: MAKE SURE TO USE DIFFERENT AI CHECKERS AS SOME MAY BE INCONSISTENT

ArchMC, a world so wide,
Laggy waves, but still we ride.
Builders, fighters, kind at heart,
Giveaways that set us apart.

Yet beggars cry with open hand,
Spamming chat across the land.
Good and bad, they all play free—
That's the life on ArchMC.

From My Heart :
-  MIncraft_king

Ode to ArchMC

In the realm where pixels bloom and play,
There lies a world not far away—
A server grand, where legends be,
A shining land called ArchMC.

Its skies are woven with code and light,
A dawn of dreams in blocky flight.
Each mountain carved with player’s care,
Each castle bold, suspended air.

The spawn—a place of pure design,
Where pathways cross and lanterns shine.
With shaders kissed, the water gleams,
Reflecting all our builder’s dreams.

Through forests deep and oceans wide,
On ArchMC, we learn and glide.
The farms are lush, the cities grand,
All born beneath a builder's hand.

Community, the server’s soul—
With every block, we make it whole.
A laugh, a quest, a daring feat,
Where strangers build and rivals meet.

Oh ArchMC, so fair, so bright,
A beacon in the server night.
No grief can mar your verdant grace,
You are our world, our crafted place.

So here’s to you, where wonders be—
Forever strong, dear ArchMC.

-duckilz

The Story of My Life on a Broken Server

_________________________________________

I remember the first time I played on ArchMC.

I joined my friends as we discovered a beautiful, new world.

We would mine, farm, and fight with each other.

Those were the days.

We did what made us happy, nothing could get in our way.

We built our bases, in the sky and underground.

We made mob farms and trading halls.

Visiting shops was also fun, using /l spawn.

    Then one day…

I got my first tp trap.

I was killed.

I lost my diamond gear.

And I cried in bed.

_

After a week I got back on.

I got more diamond gear.

Now I never visit shops anymore.

I make my own shop.

I spend months completing my trade hall.

Every enchant in the game.

I was rich and happy.

And naive.

I accepted a tp request from someone one day.

I gave them free gear.

They killed me.

I lost my trident.

I cried in bed.

_

After some weeks I got back on.

I kept building my shop.

I restocked it from time to time.

I also made friends.

I never needed anything.

And life was fun and easy.

One day I went on a holiday.

I left for 3 weeks.

I came back after Christmas.

All my things are gone.

My base is looted.

One of my friends betrayed me.

I don't know who.

I don't want friends anymore.

I cry in bed.

_

The next day I get back on.

I start rebuilding.

I start becoming rich again.

I fix my base.

I get more gear.

I'm still sad but I'm coping.

I go to sleep.

One day I check my base.

I go into my trade hall.

I expect to see my villagers.

But witches kill me with potions instead.

Someone has turned all my villagers to witches.

I don't know who did it.

My friend comes over and helps me kill all the witches.

And then…

I cry in bed.

_

I quit for a month.

I do other things.

I play tennis, start coding, hang out with friends.

Then I have school.

I forget about ArchMC.

I do things that actually matter.

Then one day I log back on.

I am no longer the owner of my own land.

I have to use an alt to access it.

I check the owner of my land.

It's not me anymore?

And I feel sad, betrayed…

confused.

So I ask the forums.

But no one cares.

So I sit and…

I cry in bed.

_

So I stop caring.

I don't need ArchMC anymore.

It was fun while it lasted.

But now its just an emotional rollercoaster.

Of getting involved with the wrong people

or having random bad things 

happen to me.

But ArchMC taught me a valuable life lesson

No one cares about you.

No one will help you if you are in need.

The world is a greedy, selfish place.

If someone can do something mean and horrible to you…

they will.

_

Social status is an illusion.

Don't trust anyone, no one at all.

And no matter how hard you work, 

no matter what you do…

there will ALWAYS be someone better, more powerful, more influential, than you.

So why try?

So I go to my room.

I sit down.

I cry in bed.

That was an open verse poem, right? 

Btw I kinda wanna vote myself? If not, you can give it to <yeey12>

He's my school friend.

you can vote yourself, dont worry.

I am kinda convinced that everyone that has written a poem so far has used AI

I actually have not used ai, run it through a checker. I wrote It all myself - 10 minutes to write it

The Tryhard And Minecrafter Computer

A Poem by THEVIKINGBOY

Whose computer is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his computer a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The computer is tryhard, minecrafter and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

Shart on my face

.

By thatonesweat

.

roses are red

im not a horse

when i terrorize an innocent village in minecraft

i show no fucking remorse :D

.

i burn the houses, the churches

and the beds

i kill any witnesses

so they don't leak what i did

.

catch the golem lacking

pull out my bow

shoot him in the head

and kill him with a iron hoe

.

im in love with pillagers

yes thats true

roses are red

but with a purple hue

.

im from east coast, bitch

drive-bys in boats

whip out my power 5 blicky

and blast their throats

.

this shits like a

crips vs bloods war

spam tnt and make the villagers fall

through what used to be their floor

.

im in full neth kiddo

richer than those rag bums

my e crystals go boom

a symphony of snare drums

.

well thats it

the village is gone

i guess that means

the end of this retarded song

.

.

.

-thatonesweat

Scammers(one of the worse off types)

A person's a person no matter their rank

I hate some stupid rank ppl,who only scams tribute

they think they have are smart but remember

a person a person no matter their voice

twinkle twinkle little star 

I wish you were hit by a car

clapped those cheeks super hard

not even your mom will save you 

 even noobs could beat your ass

I wish you were in a grave

Respecfully,

Creeper_pro

Just So You Know
by Nazmi

Hey, here’s something about me:
I’m thirteen,
But most think I’m nine —
Maybe it’s the way I carry
This too-heavy heart of mine.

My name’s Nazmi.
I don’t care for family ties,
Or whispers about “self-care”
And “you’ll be fine.”
Those words? They feel like lies.

Some days,
I just want to vanish —
To stop the storm in my chest.
But even as I break,
I still crave cookies
More than rest.

And if I push you all away
With words sharp and small,
Maybe it’s because
I’m scared
You won’t catch me
If I fall.

-

Give the rank to Timotyy15151515 he deserves more recognition.

This is true btw

Ode to Bread

By Louis Lambert

I took a slice of bread today,
It looked so plain in every way.
No jelly, cheese, or fancy spread—
Just one soft piece of boring bread.

But then I thought, “Hey, bread is cool!”
It’s in my lunch, it’s part of school.
With peanut butter or some ham,
It always goes well—yes it can!

It came from wheat out in a field,
That farmers grow, and tractors yield.
Then someone baked it, warm and round,
And now it’s sitting on my ground.

Okay, it’s not the best of snacks,
It doesn’t crunch or come in packs.
But still, I kinda have to say—
I eat this bread like every day.

So thanks, plain bread, you’re always there,
At lunch, at dinner, anywhere.
You may not be the snack of fame,
But I’m still glad you came.

I attack ppl with carrot

they cower in fear

little do they know

they should cheer

For i am the carrot weilder

i weild carrots,

if u cross me 

i will abuse u with my carrot :D

the end 

i want my friend to hav epic 

his ign is Squashed_GOAT

PlumPickle

A guy pretty fickle

Mostly about arch

Who doesn't know anything about corn starch

95% of the time he's chill

But he likes a sense of thrill

Writing this was a waste of time

It was pretty hard to make it rhyme

pull the trigger shoot the nig-ce person

lakers in 5 :D

lol

i dont want teh rank

Ambush at spawn point,
Riches for those who pay more,
Cheat or be cheated.
Hope fades with every scam trap,
Minecraft? More like scamcraft.
Commands hide the real danger.

IGN: the3DMaster

Love's Whisper

At quiet hours, softly they unfold,
Love's soft whisper dispels the night.
As dawn's earliest light upon a troubled deep,
It stirs the hearts, it sets them free.

A waltz of spirits to eternal beat,
Under sun, under moon.
It's a touch that heals, a word that mends,
A flame that burns, but softly blares.

In each caress, in each smile,
Love finds its deepest joy.
A tale never-ending, newly told,
A miracle in me and you 

ps :Its from my english class if thats fine

ArchMC, where blocks have to line up,
Griefers hide and builders show their shine.
PvP in caves so deeep,
While a human farms half-asleep.

Crystal Booms and Boom blast
Claims are made, then wars erupt,
Chat explodes when no one's caught.
Still we mine and still we dream,
Stacked in chests and teamwork schemes.

From My Heart

By- Coolray