Short Gaming Poems
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The young man though it was a sin
When shooting crap across the bend
So, he swallowed the dice
Paid a healthy price
Stomach dice was his only friend
Ever glued to gaming
Literature’s not for him
Loving him for all he is
In spite of all the din
Of course I don’t feature
That would never do
Take a leaf from my book
And get a cat instead
I do not have a favorite sport.
Folks near me cheering laughing, snort.
At times I sit in bleachers,
And watch the gaming creatures.
I much prefer a tasty torte.
© January 20, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Hear the laughing winds
Mindless of all the gaming
going on below, just wanting
To see all dancing.
Wiping away tears
Erasing sad memories
Sweeping away miseries
With their melodies.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 07.16.11
Gaming (acrostic)
Give me that controller, I command with a shout
After this game and don't be a lout
Modern Warfare my dad adores
I know what I like, it's Halo 4
New games and new tactics we must learn swiftly
Gaming's the best on Xbox 360
Spinster listen;
Do not tell others,
You are spinster,
Tell them this secret,
“I am a Spin-star
A shooting- star
A wonder-star
A humbling- star
A gaming-star
A tempting-star
A smiling-star
A crowning-star
A caring-star
A home-star"
A gaming aim is hardly for the lame
A real shame a gamer makes life as tame
A firing ball of flame gives him the blame
A group all came to make a final claim
A cool branded name offers up some fame
A life in frame to fit in all the same.
Phone
Vocal, Overt
Calling, Speaking, Discussing
Necessity, Requisite, Status, Addiction
Gaming, Singing, Skyping
Smart, Secret
Mobile
August 23 2021
For the contest 'Diamente poetry for fun' sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
there it is
paper always
beats rock but what
shocked me was
aces high and
we tried to
apply but then again
the topic of lets
play life but
number and even left
right there dumber
i thought shoot
i've been
messing up
this game all my
life
Form:
magillacutty mama
open zany thoughtful energetic
gaming, painting, dancing
flowers that fly, one is one, sad is mad
optimistic, enthusiastic, lively
smothering, murder, bullets
windsurfing, roller skating, flying without a plane
resident of Mercury
mama
The flashing lights shine
Like a bright doorway
Shining orange and white and bright colours
Inside are challenges making winners and losers alike,
Driving with cars; shooting with guns, making sparkles and sounds that show how I am the gaming master here!
No need for necessary naming!
Any anonymous soul would do
Much like living in virtual gaming.
Empty vessels paint the ardent hue
Lancing lovers lust for vanity,
Envious saints fight with a helpless knight.
Such a profanity’s insanity!
So! Is this true? Or is this out of your sight
I am a giraffe tamer she bragged.
We laughed, knowing they rarely need taming.
I can beat you at any game or sport she said.
That’s when I lied and said I am never gaming.
I am an antelope rider, she told me.
I decided to stay away from her after that day.
She was stuck up and braggadocio
In every wrong kind of way.
been up watching
their tube
most of
the night
singing
badly
gaming
constantly
bleeding
on
pavement
Where are the breasts?
No death
No sex
No drugs
No rules
but rules
PG-13
Life
Digital
Coma
come back
to
reality
Form:
Ply puzzle play
Sight sensuous say
Craft clever choice
Please profound poise
Drain discourse deep
Watch wonder weep
Note nothing nice
Sense surprise spice
Jazz juggling joy
Pique private ploy
Lift lovely looks
Boast brilliant book
Let laughter lift
Glimpse gaming gift
Leon Enriquez
13 September 2019
Singapore
City of illusion
Colourfully lit alleys, gaming joints
Millionaires, millionaires in waiting
Chattering, dining away
Divulging beautiful illumination
Of a paradise on earth
Devoid of stress and bottlenecks
Somewhere beneath the winning and dining
Lay the tempting blackjacks, wheels of fortune
And mesmerizing angels of death
Whose venoms are more deadly
Than those of a mamba.
the capitalist meaning of life is...
a corporate Make...a bake for...
every generation...a new seasons 'BE'-leafs...
colored to hide truth conundrums...within trees and bushes...
planted for political gaming...and propoganda...since tv started ...
cook your own now...understand and enjoy others, plan for a retirement...
stan sand blown
poetry contest:
"It's only make believe"
That rudder, discontent, fouls us with prey
and snarls its union, gratitude, with stray
and so a Nation two-ply in convey
does over burden choice, with fools own play!
How deep the lesson, struggle costs relay
and pulls the vessel downward as to fray.
We cannot move the helm, can't turn to bay,
the cargo undermining hedges stay ~
So gaming kills the soul . . . by its parlay,
and gambling 'tis of thee becomes obey!
Speechless silence walks to the lane
Trust returns reminiscences’ insane
Waiting and proceeding as you desired
Pains and miseries again you pleased.
Why am I the target of this game
Hide and seek with the feelings
No one to share the gaming victory
Left like a fool for the loyal role.
Be fooled yet again for I did loved
For you it was all another play
Darkness dares to darken the pain
Trust paid me a journey of heart lame
In “Words with Friends,” I want to howl
When playing while needing a vowel.
Unless I choose “Swap”
My chances will stop;
I might as well throw in the towel.
Yet sometimes I’m stuck with a glut
Of vowels – I have nothing but.
I’ve nowhere to go;
My points stay down low.
It’s obvious I’m in a rut.
We all know in gaming, of course,
There’s no room for bile or remorse.
We play what we get -
Rejoice or regret -
Then hop right back up on the horse.
There was an old lady who liked surfing,
but not the blue ocean was she lurching,
she surfed the vast internet,
and the gaming world she met.
Gaming Grannie was making quite a stirring !
______________________
July 18, 2022
Poetry/Limerick/Surfing Grandma
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1474-361-18
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Limerick
sponsor, Lisa YY, Judged 07/19/2022
Third Place
The second house this year to go under in Atlantic City.
This is a scenario that does not look too pretty.
A once venerable establishment will soon be history.
The future of gaming is now obscured with doubt.
In the big crap game of business, they have just sevened-out.
We will be bidding farewell to the esteemed Showboat.
They have tooted their last horn with a sour note.
After August 31, that will be all she wrote.
from a local news story
Cyber Sunday
Cyber Kraut is served
Cyber Baby goes down for a nap
Cyber Relief felt by Cyber Mommy
Cyber Grandma is Surrounded by Cyber Children
Video Monday
Video players at the table
Video battles,
Bow! Bam! Bing! Sing!
Video children
Video World
Video Land
No one sleeps
Nothing but cyber reality, and videos
The new reality,
No mouth speak any more
No poetry
No art
No gardening
Reality: New World Order
A cyber world run by videos
People extinct
Long ago