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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with loving brevity. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world...

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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...

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(Mario)

Here comes the carpenter                                                   ...

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he came to us on a woven beaded hamoc as a flower bedded excursion taunt to the sun
there was a man among men who would deliver a specific message to the masses with lashes
planted as a tiny seed in his mother Ann's womb soon she would realize such potential of course,
Nestled in the very fabric...

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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...

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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...

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Dark Gothic Heart, A Valiant Knight & The inner harmony tuned to its hidden beasts menagerie 

Dark Gothic Heart

I look to the sea
viral implications take me to the surf
along the rocky ledge leads to an old abandoned house
you hear the intense pounding of the waves outside
a cobblestone walkway lines the entrance to the inclosure
the limestone...

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