Best Mario Poems
Dear Spoken Word
Thank for giving me
A platform Im able to perform.
From the page to the stage
Youve been an out for me as time passed on.
When I first saw you, it was in the 8th grade,
And at first, I didnt know what to think of you
It was like rap and poetry mixing together into
A whole different artform.
A style for the young to listen to and perform.
Then came 10th grade,
One day I was looking for slam poetry on YouTube
While many were dope
But I wanted something clean to listen hear
So, I found a lady from p4cm and since then
Youve have always kept me near.
I got into poetry at 14
But it was you that truly gave me a voice
When there wasnt anyone to speak for me.
Being that I was a misfit
Finding you was one my greatest discovery.
In you there are no boundaries
Unlike traditional poetry
Im not limited to words in Websters dictionary
But also slang words found in Urban dictionary.
You really resonate with me,
Blending the worlds of hip-hop and poetry.
One world that raised me
And the other that nurtured me.
Im truly am in awe in how you transcend cultures
From hip-hop to goth
From punk to hipster
From non-believer to Christian.
You give a reason for anyone to listen.
You have been such a big part of my life
A place of comfort,
A place where I dont feel alone
And a place where I can truly express myself.
Outside of you I stumble with words,
But in you I can I can always find my inner-self.
Growing up I was always a misfit
Being the kid that was labeled autistic.
I was constantly reminded of
Your clothes dont match, you talk much,
You too soft, too clumsy etc.
I never fit in so you helped me stand out
And me find peace within.
I committed myself into mastering you
I know this journey may have
Some bumps on the road
But Im willing to take that risk
As more literary devices unfold.
Ill be the husband and youll be the bride
We may argue, we may disagree,
But like a faithful man
Im always there alongside.
Whether it's a shellcreeper or it's a freezie,
fret not, mes amis! you have Mario and Luigi,
"mama mia!","Let's go!" when you hear them say,
those plumbers in red & green are off to save the day!
Luigi is the slower one - but his jumps are far and wide,
whilst Mario, with his scarlet cap, runs faster than the tides,
always together, vanquishing ruthless enemies,
partners in time and adventure - for all of eternity!
Browser, the unscrupulous enemy, always kidnaps Princess Peach,
The brothers to the rescue! They sail across the seven seas!,
the boiling deserts, tiresome grasslands and the Koopa enemies,
they beat 'em all, with their fireballs and attain eternal glory.
the damsel is rescued, she hugs her noble men,
they escort her back to the Mushroom Kingdom, Yoshi too joins them,
Toad is there to welcome the weary, exhausted lot,
and bestow them with laurels for the demons they had fought.
And hence this way another tiring adventure is put to rest,
Mario and Luigi retire to their homes, waiting another test,
next morning, they hear the news "Princess peach was Kidnapped again!"
"Let's go!", "Mama Mia!" and another adventure begins!
-Manek Kohli
(For Heather Ober's 'Famous Couples/Duos Free Poetry Contest')
I was playing my Nintendo
controller in my hand
I guess I dozed off
to Mario Kart land
It was Donkey Kong Stadium
I was in the lead
no one could catch me
as I reached maximum speed
Approaching the finish line
I heard a thundering squreech
slamming into the back of me
was my opponent peach
Everything went dark
and when I opened my eyes
I had fallen off my bed
only a dream to my surprise.
That field of wheat
Gilded by sun
Cherished by wind
Tender received
Our bodies
Quivering.
A warm thrill
Down in my back,
In my bones,
While embracing her
In the field of wheat.
A warm thrill
Is now quivering
Down in my back
In my bones,
Thinking
To that field of wheat
italian version:
Brivido caldo
Quel campo di grano
Dorato dal sole
Accarezzato dal vento
Morbido accolse
I nostri corpi
Frementi.
Un brivido caldo
Scese nella mia schiena,
Nelle mie ossa,
Mentre lei abbracciavo
Nel campo di grano.
Un brivido caldo
Sta ora scendendo
Fremente
Nella mia schiena
Nelle mie ossa,
Pensando
A quel campo di grano
My name is Mario and I have an ingrate for a brother, his name is Luigi.
Even though our games are in my name, he's always had it better than me.
He needs to be taught a lesson and it will be left up to me to teach.
The sorry bastard takes everything, he even married Princess Peach.
He always got all of the attention from our father and mother.
Now he wants our games to be called the Super Luigi Brothers.
He went over my head and asked Nintendo to change the title.
I'm so pissed off at him that I'm starting to feel homicidal.
I sued Hollywood Pictures in 1993 because they did something that really made me mad.
When they filmed the Super Mario Bros. Movie, they made me old enough to be Luigi's Dad.
I deserve seniority because I've been in more Nintendo games than Luigi.
I was in Donkey Kong and years later I was in Mike Tyson's Punch-Out as the referee.
Luigi had better learn that I will not take his sass.
If he doesn't shape up, I'm going to kick his Italian ass!
(This poem was inspired by the Super Mario Bros. Games.)
I’m a real mellow fellow and my rhymes cause sedation
Flow so sick you gotta give it medication
Knowledge so wholesome that it drives meditation
My rhymes are in all 50 states making up the whole nation
But let’s stick it quick to my man with the tricks
It’s me Papi Mario always acting so slick
If my raps were a candle Mario would be the wick
He would light up my face cuz this the life he’d pick
He writes so many poems you’d think he’s Dr. Seuss
He’s got so many tales you’d call him Mother Goose
And his precision so tight it’ll never be loose
He’s the Maine attraction when he’s the streetwalkin’ Moose
So lemme spit this fire like a dragon in the castle
My lines like the DMV always lookin’ like a hassle
We can go down south if ya wanna wrassle
But I ain’t holdin’ back I’m known to be an a**hole
But I love my uncle and all his rhymin’
Catch him forever in blue jeans like Neil Diamond
He can be silent with stripes when his lyrics are miming
But like an anachronism he ain’t gotta worry ‘bout the timing
So lemme sign off it’s been Gucci while it lasted
I’ll see you Christmas Eve while the party gettin’ blasted
This ain’t the first of the raps but nor is it the last bid
You might be the first on the mic but I surely ain’t the last kid
Mario is just a game
that has caused me a lot of pain
get so close and then you die
wish that italian could fricken fly
bowser is fricken rude
no one can even stand that dude
he eats so much he has a 7 foot back
i wish he would have a heart attack
so mario ain't no freakin fun
so once i beat it i'm done.
Every day I am leaping higher
Jumping from brown blocks and green pipes.
From the pluck of fire flowers steams this passion that I pursue So adamantly.
Question mark filled boxes highlighted yellow.
Flickering on and off.
The alchemy of white gloves, stomping and flipping the backs of turtles.
Small mushroom men with small feet.
Flying bullets of unusual size.
Large man eating plants.
I no longer fear the height of odd shaped trees, and small collapsing bridges.
What I fear most are the walls of empty castles.
Flying bullets and funny shaped ghost.
Soon to attack soon as I turn my back.
Lava filled pits. Huge block castles.
Torn blue coveralls. Dull and weathered black boots.
The slip of a shoe and everything I know comes to an end.
Still,
I travel land, sea, desert, space.
No matter what adversity,
In search of a princess that I love so adamantly.
No matter how long the journey
(Mario)
Here comes the carpenter
who wears a crimson hat
Don't mock him dear
for being a bulgy fat
He is the Super Mario
who's a bold savior
Likes to jump on enemies' head
...very odd behavior
Has only one aim
to get princess Peach
Get her before the foes come
save her from their reach
(Contra)
Now come the commandos
both clad in camouflage
Landed in Red Falcon's Area
...their territory full of mirage
Loaded with machine guns
they are here to abrogate
For they are the chief saviors
to abet mankind's fate
Cutting through the challenges
they will surely succeed
As everyone is supporting them
wishing luck in their deed
I write to be a beam of light
for Christ.
I write to inspire
those like me, filled with fire.
I write to be a voice for the youth
looking for truth.
I write to represent
the unrepresented.
I write 4 others, but also 4 self
as I examine my inner wealth.
I write for the misfit those who don't fit in.
I write for the Christian those who want God to listen.
I write for the urban culture
painting pictures like scuplters.
I rep God tru poetry because he's my king like royalty.
I write for those seeking answers tried of lies like cancer.
I write to for the church, building God's turf.
I write to present Christ to show the power of his might.
I wanna live and give life that's the reason why I write
Why should I face the monsters and fight the battles?
For a princess who runs away and won't let me live with her in the castle?
Why should I risk my life, if a kiss on the cheek is the most I'm going to get?
Go and find someone else to save you princess
I don't care If I like you, or if the interest's deep
I refuse to be Mario chasing after Princess peach
I may think about you, and you may live in my mind
But I won't risk my life for a girl who won't give me her time
You really think because you're pretty and your hairs nice
I'm going to fight monsters and help to save your life
When you have no interest, I refuse to fall for your fake female charm
Even though I won't save you, I don't want you to be harmed
Forget doing all that running around for a female I won't walk with
Forget losing my mind for a female I can't share my thoughts with
Some princesses aren't worth the hassle so you need to let her go
Don't be like Mario
The spacious arcane hall of Jane & Neal
has thousands of spinning dazzling lights;
it's Friday night and the murmurous noises
of teens lighten up the air-tight atmosphere,
then the happy music fills it with sonorous voices.
Nobody seems to notice Sonia's gorgeous eyes,
although they show sadness, they look surreal;
but in that lonely corner she looks too austere.
How can they ignore her, and let her think
that in that crowd moving in noisy corridors
there's no sympathy, or even boys who don't wink?
Will Sonia play " Mario " to idle away monotous hours?
A note on the picture # 1: This girl seeks a true friendship, but finds none;
and so she chooses to be invisible, in the same way Sonia seeks friends,
but she's ignored by all in the arcane hall.
Cuomos goose up New York's scenario
Today Andrew; yesterday, Mario --
They think they're ladies' men
Each one a 'real gem' --
Andrew's the unlucky lothario
I spit metaphors and similes,
Nouns and verbs,
I spit these words
For the hood and the burbs.
I speak light in the darkness that surrounds me.
Surrounded by drugs, gunshots and poverty
Hope is still in the air
Because God is apart of me.
I'm no hero but I got the hero within
In the midst of all the sin
I still hold on to my mission
Even when others aren't wit it.
I got Lyrical power in these bones
Everyday I write these poems
To show my passion in using spoken words
In hopes to be a voice to the unheard.
Youtube, Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat
Is what I use to tell my story
Through the form of poetry
In hopes that God gets the glory.
I black like my mother cooking pot,
Beautiful like her tender heart.
Am the same like you,
No difference between us, lovers of animals,
Smarter than monkey lover of banana
Don’t judge me by color for you broke my heart
Who buy my thought?
My covering is dispersed my heart is broken
Very hand knowth upon it own bitterness,
My bitterness is you, for you judge me
My color is not upon darkness or cargos of chaos
I am beautiful and handsome.
Oh! how beautiful my skin shine brighter than
The morning sun reflection of beauty
For the sun design my beauty from my mother
Womb.