Best Tetris Poems
Writing affects your brain!
So all I want to do is write craftier and harder,
Using supercharged thoughts, converted from quantum data,
Letting it rain, running through my veins,
Seen, then caught by my Pen and paper that’s always on me,
The greater angels oversee thee,
In possession of the master key,
Fallen angels, demons, detect and pursue with greed wanting me,
So they can see what’s foreseen, by this writers understanding intellect,
So it’s time!!!! Weighty refined rhymes for the intellectual elect, on cloud nine,
Like Tetris, placing written strands in unity as motion proceeds crisper,
The earthly “menace to society”, with whispered inwards idea’s from the word gods,
Applauding the poetry lord underdogs, fast forward and pause,
This brains the world’s future source and the chosen land,
Literally the wisest literature outbursts expanding like the universe,
Taking it back, diverse and old school,
Home of the jewels but still dwelling with satanic obstacles,
These blanket ya soul and misrule like church rules,
Instead on to it, using powerful tools switching it up with upward techniques,
On a streak lasting a long life time as I tweak these unique axioms that the devils immortals seek,
Tardily as earth entities are weak, sickly sleepy, becoming known truths to some like a Wikileak,
Squeaky clean proverbs throwing curve balls you can’t engage with, no sophisticated athletic semantics,
Quick with my sixth sense, I won’t settle for second, I’m the dark horse,
So with force I wanna go harder and harder, become smarter and remove haver,
Keeping sharper, one hundred, an addict going out as a world class poetic martyr,
Hard to understand letter acrobatics, stacking up linguistic equations like mathematics,
I attack and fill up sacks with goodies, the giver like your Santa, this is my Mantra wrapped and delivered.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 28.5.2016
Categories:
tetris, allegory, deep, meaningful, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Blocks, sticks, and cubes
Descend their way
To fall in a jumble
For one to array
A puzzle, a game
To relish, to play
Categories:
tetris, education, happiness
Form:
Rhyme
So,
how is
it that my
wife can be so
good at Tetris and
so useless at stacking
everything in the dishwasher?
Categories:
tetris, funny, women,
Form:
Shape
Booty and Brains are just a part of my frame
If you follow my curves they'd leave you untamed
Before you undress me with your eyes of shame
Could you first ask me "whats my name"?
Could you see pass the physical as it'll disintegrate
Disintegrate into grains
If you learned what was in my brain
You'd probably be so ashamed
To learn its complex like a tetris game
An endless puzzle speeding pass your brain
If you can't see pass my frame
Please don't bother asking me "whats my name"?
Categories:
tetris, for her, how i
Form:
Mum and Dad wake early on a hot summer morning.
"We should take the kids to the beach", "Gee you could have given me some warning".
"You know taking them to the beach is really such a mission".
"Well you could pack the rods and maybe do a bit of fishin'
Dad is out at the car with all the stuff, trying to cram.
He looks up on the deck and see's the, truck sized pram.
Starts all over again, playing tetris with the boot.
The fishing rods won't fit in so the question is moot.
With the esky all packed with lunch and drinks for the day,
the car starts up and they are all on their way.
Not five minutes out and the kids have already started.
Maddie yells, "Put the window down Dad, Brendan just farted".
Going over the mountains and Katie looks green around the gills.
Without any warning, from her little mouth spew spills.
Lauren's weak tummy cannot handle the smell
and within a few seconds her mouth lets lose as well.
Two hours and four stops later the beach car park is found.
Sun cream applied, bathers on before beachward bound.
Dad loaded up like a walking coat rack,
Katie asks politely, "Can I climb on your back?"
At the end of the day mum and dad are just beat.
Ice cream, sand, salt and kids are on the seats.
The car pulls out and we are on our way home.
Maybe this will get easier when the kids have all grown.
Categories:
tetris, adventure, children, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival,
I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches
Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
He holds the key to this new world.
The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience
Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped
Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence
Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped
Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.
My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
Our intrepid journey commences...
Categories:
tetris, adventure, courage, dream, faith,
Form:
Verse
Once upon then when he was young,
He thought he was the best of the lot,
Better than all of the other folks there,
That he’d achieve all that he wants,
He was the best driver on any four wheels,
He could Scrabble like a champion at home,
And draw a good picture of mountains and trees,
And out-Tetris the Tetris alone,
Until, one day, he ventured out of his home,
Far from the small town he was raised,
And met a sports driver cooler than cool,
Whose driving put him in the shade,
And a master of art, with a brush in their hand,
Painted mountains as free as a bird,
And a computer savvy teen professional player,
Who served him up like dessert,
Once upon then when he was young,
He mistakenly thought he was the best,
Until he met the actual talented folks,
And he realized he was just like the rest.
Categories:
tetris, appreciation, identity, smart, vanity,
Form:
Quatrain
You can push me down, tetris man piece tree. Papiroflexia; you can not shape me. Recycle green shaded currency; tied to a pole. True colors show. Paint my words Picasso, this message will not reach your praise. My hands will make the change. Unfold me, blueprint as they see me fit? It is not that our leaders are not doing their job. It is the virtuous electricity foundation; SEE underneath. In line the people our doing their job, to man; this is perfection. Salt was once considered rations. We killed for this, deceiving nations. Bittersweet, war unites us all to fear. Now order is in place, lets see what a child creates. Draw me a picture of a leader. White over black; retrace. Gray matter reading between the brains lie. Confused heart sails; dry skies. Breathe in humane, artificial cry. Soon will run dry; rock bottom. Tear U.S. Apart, they will collect and rebuild the same work of Art.
Categories:
tetris, absence, analogy, art,
Form:
Haiku
I'm addicted.
I must confess
to my everyday unrest
waiting on the internet to play
Candy Crush and Juicy Jam and old Tetris ways.
Keep your League of Legends
Minecraft, Warcraft, Counterstrike
the tasks of life are tough enough
and all I ask is just a little foolish laugh
Stupid, goofy, mindless and silly should rule.
Categories:
tetris, games, silly,
Form:
Free verse
Little Too Late
Life's tetris blocks we tend to break down
The buildings, the skyscrapers all over town
Mr. window washer seventeen stories high
Mr. cable cutter seventeen stories goodbye
Higher than a kite dangling by a string
Falling to your death on forgotten wings
On the way down reliving all your dreams
Two feet from the pavement realizing what it means...
bmdavey@06/21/16
Categories:
tetris, crazy, dark, deep, depression,
Form:
Couplet
Smile on her face
She is no charity case
She earns her own money, Shes got a job
She cleans up well, shes no slob
But she's stuck in this town.
And she's slipping further and further to the ground
She wants to escape Heroin, Wisconsin
But these people aren’t her friends, they're kin
She's known them since she was little.
But shes constantly stuck in the middle.
Whose side does she take?
This isn’t a piece of cake.
Its a game of tetris and shes losing either way.
She doesn’t want to choose, maybe another day.
But when the days slip away,
Is everything going to be okay?
She wants to make the right choice.
But she’s struggling to find her voice
Categories:
tetris, addiction, change, city, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Where it Leads
Chaotic arrangement of words
beaten with the mind
fall into place as tetris blocks
where it leads none may know
ready to organize a show
unveil the curtains
open the window, let the breeze
carry your blind mind to see
in darkness, light light dispersing
into heavy sounds, binds your attention
seek redemption, sheathe your skin
come on in and split the atom
fathom while the phantom haunts
a dream dreamt long ago
Does anyone wants to see death
creeping as a shadow ready to strike
bodies full of life dropping like flies
the Machine of War is hungry
go ahead, feed it, feel its mechanical wheels turning
longing for more, death is greedy in the hands
of men who desire to be consumed by the fire
of greed and consumption, who are we to make
the foolish assumption: "All will change in time"
A bomb ready to implode and traumatize
as the wise remain silent, the violent rush
waiting to crush the fools allowing themselves
to be used as tools
Steer me away from things to come
what's done is done, let me feel the sun
let me run from the sum of my mistakes
raise the stakes as the world around me breaks
Well then, middle finger to you too kind sir
don't worry, I shan't stir your harmony
by all means, go ahead, lay your head down
and sleep, oh, just don't wake up and all is fine
I shall toast with wine and have a laugh
as others whom 'loved' you whine at my foolhardiness
Take a metaphorical gun and blow away your mind
watch brain matter splatter on the walls, try to realize
that the way you analyze leads to the demise
of a sun that's about to rise and wake you up
to a reality you've always longed for deep within
That little music box playing the same tune in your mind
that itch under your skin that won't go away
when the promise of a new day may or may not lead you astray
It really isn't hard, in fact enlightenment awaits
those whom are ready to pass beyond the gates of their own mind
those whom don't mind the walls crumbling, ready to find
a different kind of bind with the human intellect
Categories:
tetris, dream, emotions, feelings,
Form:
The eyes kills the flies in the air
Through the lies I'm cut by the truth
These honesty is care, dishonesty is unfair
I open my heart to be WiFi for the youth
Words ripped from a love book to erase the hate
Not guaranteed, outdoors the winds are propaganda
It is a circle rotating non stop more of an endless debate
As the breeze massage my skin, I roll a proper ganja
We the forgotten kids glued on drugs
Brain cells killed, intellect spilled, pain is healed
The numb ones begging for hugs
Destroy the blockages,Tetris, the mind is build
I feel like Nelson, these lines are my long walk to freedom
Peel off the old (pain)t, one's heart is canvas to free dumb
Categories:
tetris, care, conflict, drug, growth,
Form:
Sonnet
He's a wonder maker-
grapes and figs
and fistfuls of rosemary sprigs
given to guests in a still stormy sky
A welder to solder a sculpture on Sunday
done and attached in a blink of an eye
He'll make you the perfect stiff black cup of coffee
and slave over round perfect pancakes in morning
A master of truth, even when it is painful
-a trait quite remarkably just like her father-
He knows an old camera like a black and white friend
and teaches her fingers to these images rend
To climb every boulder, he'll search out the woods
a grindstone to shoulders, a zesting for life.
He'll ask you the books that you've read in a while
He'll serious talk you, then break like a smile.
All in the ease of a Sunday.
She's a wonder maker-
tetris and tea
'till the night smacks the dawn, into her, into me
with an eagerness which supercedes even sleep
She's long and lean in a match to the Dobermans
off on her way to the dog park to play
But then she's in flames with the hair on her head,
vintage scarf, quite Pucci, on a brilliant Sunday
She's ready to jet set to London or Paris
She'll work like a tiger to brittle your shell
a thousand odd pieces she'll help you pick up
and you'll let her, just for the fact that she knows you so well.
Each song that she hears, that she loves, becomes hers
and she won't let you rest 'till you turn to agree
She twirls him in kitchens and takes him 'round dancing
to the tune in her head, to her own melody.
All in the ease of a Sunday.
Categories:
tetris, friendship, happiness, life, people,
Form:
Free verse
The Lizard King has taken up refuge in my
Subconscious
The spell has been cast
I defecate on sacred ground
And the Earth quakes
Sending Tidal vibrations
Across the largest ocean
Cracked and broken
plates
like pieces of my soul
The puzzle doesn't quite fit together
The soul is not whole
You have to make the mold
Carve each jigsaw
into your own Tetris piece
or Jenga blocks
It's just me and a pile of rocks
As the mind struggles
to perceive something
That is beyond comprehension.
By: Joseph DeMarco
Categories:
tetris, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Free verse