Tetris Poems | Examples

Those Nights Were Unfinished Suns

dab and strain
casting hues behind silhouette tree tendrils
pinks slide effortlessly into ambered oranges
clouds splice and span
in whispered wisps
straggles of reddened blacks
Tetris shapes cut the horizon shadows
and night holds its note
in frozen hurt

I Love To Wind My Dog Up

by putting on clips of running giraffes
once called him an inside out fart
hes a jug (a jack russell pug mix)
i'm sure the outside of his eyes could see each other
in 3 yrs i have taught him to ignore
everyone
usual sore after nightly game
of fit myself round the dog Tetris
Awaking to lapping
at the back of my head
personally i think
hes checking to see
if i'm dead

Sky Balloons Purple Parade Part 1 of 2

Tetris colors shine between the blocks of life
Building blocks of rainbows interlocking light 
Odd shapes connect to speedy geometric streets         
On candy corners where stop signs sit in red and white
Hang out where parades really matter to the kids
Turned inside out and backwards in these matters
Sounds of churned machinery fade fast away  
People turn out with pop corn freshly popped
Melt away their problems by looking up
Melted butter and caramel taffy stop the traffic
Pins and needles are not needed for balloons today
Twisted in the sidewalk cracks is last years bubble gum
There is no time for that as children scream and whistle 
Cotton clouds drift by, hung from above the playing fields 
All dressed up in white and love

Broken: And Then He Saw Talent

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.

Just a Sonnet Xiii

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

Games

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.

Little Too Late

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

Stuck In the Middle

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

Whats My Name

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"?

She Plays a Dirty Game

So,
how is
it that my
wife can be so
good at Tetris and
so useless at stacking
everything in the dishwasher?

Same Work of Art

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.

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

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...

Soul Pieces

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

Tetris

Blocks, sticks, and cubes
Descend their way
To fall in a jumble
For one to array
A puzzle, a game
To relish, to play

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