Short Video Game Poems

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Premium Member Pirate In Arm Chair Only

Pirate
Bold fierce
Swabbing, looting, fighting
Ship, flag, chair, remote
Sitting, yawning, sleeping
Lethargic, immobile
Gamer
Form: Ninette


Voyage To Land

"Evil ghost phase" passing
Video game blues
Friends not brightest
To be human stirring within
God popping in, out
Weaving plan
Ability to help others
Form:

Video Games Played

Eyes glued to screen
Ignore homework of teacher 
Down load video game 
Some rich becomes a tycoon 
Cost younger generation

For the Video Game Played contest of Yasmin Khan
Form: Tanka

Premium Member The Abcs of Love

Always a 
better day
cuddling with you
dilated eyes 
each video game
formidable
giving us peace together
how's that for a date?
I am always at peace
just being with you
killing time with video games

Boxed In

bottleneck
gridlock
no go
five miles to the rest stops
tense grumbling

vultures are gathering
there are people out of their cars
screaming incoherently
like zombies

inside an in-car video game
avatars turn helplessly
in small jerky circles


Premium Member Digitized

Do you feel like  
You are slowly being 
Digitized, dehumanized?  

Do you feel like  
You are losing touch with 
Reality, your humanity?  

Do you feel like 
An alien technology 
Is invading your brain, 
Turning your life into 
A video game?
Form: Rhyme

Video Game Reality

we sat on the couch
in front of the t.v.
both of us
were plugged in

we hit the power
and started
the game

we played for
hours upon hours
into the night
until finally

she fell forward
onto her lap

unsure of what
to do to help
i just left

Soon

....soon the rain will fall
skittles on my tongue

the garbage I will let sit
video game and popcorn

....soon my mother will call
i will hold my tongue

the garbage will be out
a healthy meal

.....soon, but not today
4 weeks more, till her vacation

**Phil E
© Phil Boy  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Crown

My mind is...
Living through a blue fog 
Falling down an abyss
A video game world
Simulation of life
Insecurities
Every mirror is a microscope
Tragic monologue
Unfinished screenplay
Fear of a smile 
Routine movement
The withering of a rose
Vessel of a heart in a glass jar
Voodoo doll of the 21st century

Premium Member Epic Fury

Epic Fury

The epic game
the epic toys

army daydreams 
toys for boys

what happens when 
the sandbox grows up

the bigger the wallet… the bigger the wallop
no checks no restraint and… zero hiccups 

the brand the launch the video game
where we non-player characters
can dance around a petrol fuelled flame

Love Story Pt 14 ( Only 87 More To Go )

When was the last time we sang together or just sat together?
Just sit back relax and hear me out.
Today was just another regular day in the backyard.
You invaded my mind and took control of my game.
No it's not a silly video game but everything that I worked for just comes crashing down
with one little glimpse of you.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Princess Please

Career assessment test 
In college assessment office 
Multiple choice test. 
Choose your best answer. 

Would you rather 
Be to be a detective? 
Video Game Designer?
Author? 

Her write in answer: 
Princess 
Please.

Supervisor prematurely.
Rolls eyes 
Silly her. She haughtily thinks. 

Name of student 
Meghan Markle 
Now who Is laughing?

Video Game

I can look everywhere.

I have video game hands.

My face doesn’t exist.

I don’t need anything else…

Except hands.

For grasping.

There are no mirrors in here.

There are no mirrors in this world.

I’d rather just be hands.

Not a face.

It always starts the same.

With three chances.

With three choices.

I try my best every time.

Premium Member The Internet

Sorry, T.V., I got another screen to check-out.

Sorry, my bodily heart, but I have another hobby
To ruin you until death do us part.

Sorry, my friends, but I got a new addiction.
(And your intuition is wrong if you've
Guessed the words "video game".)

Sorry, druggy fools,
I am not an addition to your shame.

Sorry, mommy and daddy,
I've got my own new set of rules.

I Am Bored With Math

I am bored with math.
Two plus two always equals four.
Why can't it equal an ice cream cone
Or a trip to the candy store?

Four plus four always equals eight-
Never a video game,
Or a Disneyland vacation.
No, the answer's e'er the same!

One times one always equals one.
Where's the fun in that?
I'd love to see the answer be
A brand new baseball bat!

by Cherie Durbin
Form: Rhyme

Halloween Escape

Lose yourself within a song
For many with music you can never go wrong
Go deep sea exploring as you dive into a book
Perhaps search for buried treasure with Captain Hook
Choose for yourself a different name
Become a different character through realms of a video game
Its so easy to get caught up in a world of all work and no play
Escape from reality and fulfill a fantasy on Halloween day
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Can'T Hear You Today Mom

What?
In a minute.
Bing. Ding. Sing. Ming. Ling.
Pow!
Just a second, okay?
Uh-huh.
Bing. Ding. Sing. Ming. Ling.
Pop!
No, I'm NOT playing a video game!
Bing. Ding. Sing. Ming. Ling.
Mug!
Bing. Ding. Sing. Ming. Ling.
Crumb! It's a dud; the kingdom did not open.
What kind of stupid game is this?
Bing. Ding. Sing. Ming. Ling.
Pow!

No, Mom, it's not a good time. He can't hear you today.

Premium Member The Video Game

Suppose we live in a video game world where Somewhere, in another dimension, a teenager Is manipulating us with a sophisticated control. Consider, it is he who’s in charge of our existence, Allowing us to move about at his will; and perhaps, If he gets bored with us, he may easily zap us into Oblivion by turning off the unit or go take a nap.
written October 30, 2021

Premium Member Weapons Confiscated

I have never even seen a Ninja
But I bet you didn’t know that, did ya?

     I am just a peaceful soul
     A video game “Black Hole”

You know your WiFi’s safe with me, don’t ya?

Although each Ninja has the same dark face
I won’t be inviting one to my place

     All weapons confiscated
     At the door; I’m elated

To keep Ninja warfare out of my space



*Entry for PD’s Sneaky Ninja contest
Form: Limerick

Resurfacing

Raised Iron works
thrust out of the blacktop.
Women-hole covers
appear; the tip of the spear
above new drilled silos.

Rubber slugs concrete.
Debora steers her way
through a slalom of
gender specific movements.

The road bucks under
her taught belly,
while fingers push
a wheel through
a video game maze.

Long laboring feminists
under hard hats
are digging her,
so she just smiles -
tries to relax.

Fake Souls

In this hyper materialist era 
We find ourselves in
Is there such a thing as a true soul?

Or have we all become 
Nothing but fake souls
The rights to our souls
Long ago sold

To the evil masters of the universe
The secret programmers
Of this cosmic video game
We all live in

	And our dear leader 
	Donald Trump
	Has a fake soul 

As he acts like he is robot
Trying to fake real human emotions
And usually failing miserably
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

Gamers

Life is like a video game in a way.
The people are just code,
Programmed to do certain things by their creators.
Everyday is like a new level,
With new challenges for us to overcome.
Some people walk around trying to get more points,
While others go straight for the end,
And skip all the extras.
Life is like a video game,
Yes it’s true.
But there is a difference, because in reality,
You only get one life,
And then it’s Game Over.

Premium Member World of Warcraft

In World of Warcraft I have a cool character I claim him the best He can romp, rave with many And kill hundreds of creatures Mighty powerful He can conquer bands of foe And kill the undead What benefit does this game Surely do to my ego Corruption inside Is what I sure think happens When what is undone This game hurts more than it helps I am unbeatable now…
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gwendolen Rix's "VIDEO GAME EXTRAVAGANZA" contest 9/16/2012
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Twelve and Kind-Hearted

He is twelve and kind-hearted. 
I agree to try another video game because I love him.
He keeps giving me glowing reviews.
“You are doing well, grandma!”
“You got a lot further than last time, grandma!”
Sometimes I know when my spaceship has crashed and burned.
Other times I keep pushing the kill button, thinking I am still in the game somewhere.
At one point he said, “Grandma, you can stop pushing the buttons now.”
Telling me that I had already crashed and burned.

Question Mark?

You are now dead, but
still in my head.
What should I do?
You kind of reflect in my eyes
when I close my lids.
The deceased can't talk, but you do in my ears.
What's happening? It's so weird.
My throat gets dry when I swear
I will let throw you out from my brain.
My veins throb when I say, 'I don't want you.'
Is this a video game or someone playing a prank?
Am I brave that I still battle with a soul?
Or will I find peace, or will it shatter me into pieces?
Form: Rhyme

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