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Orchid Mar 2021
Roaming the plane soulless spiting rights, spitting facts

Exhausting public eyes whilst rendering a tax.
Gameboy versus home-made
Amplifiers

Computer games
Before the desktop
Took over the world
(laptops came later)

King Kong and Worms
Idly passing the time
Of Day
Of Night
Games, Games

Gameboy - a child's
Victory over adults
Who never take the time
To play, play
Penny Z Mar 2021
Take back the memory.
You have it.
Yet how can I give something away I don't want to be without?
Sometimes loss is the best thing.
Why does it not feel that way now?

If you knew
the games of chess
I play with you.
You would wonder why
you win so easily
whilst it is I
who loses her king
each time.

What is it like to go from white
to black,
move along the squares, the moods,
whilst I'm here wishing to go back.
Take back my faulty move, return
to those halcyon days,
toasting under the sun.

The rain should have been a sign
for those days long gone.
That our day is past, our time is through,
for not much longer would I lose you
Delyla Nunez Feb 2021
Log on,
Be the character,
Enjoy another world unlike this one.
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
I've always dreamed of adventure, but now, I'm not so sure.
I grew up playing video games and playing pretend in the woods.
What I would've given to be Link with my own legendary quest.
But these are turbulent times.
Between my anxiety and the businessman-president and his blue-bird threats and the media, honestly, I'd rather curl up in a ball and stay inside my house forever.
But the truth is, no one ever caught a crocodile by hiding in their
house.
It takes real bravery.
And while I've got problems staring me down like I'm deadmeat,
I've got to be a crocodile hunter. I have to.
It's the only way to free the princess trapped inside.
This poem aged well —ha! Guess I got my wish to stay indoors! I caused COVID-19, so feel free to cancel me, I guess!
This poem was written in 2016.
Manx Pragna Feb 2021
there's secrets, hidden beneath the corduroy
a world of wonder
where admission varies
guest to guest,
it's a game of guess
at whether you're let in
or you're like the rest,
corduroy's the fashion though
for sure
they'll be others
that hold you high up
just to push you down under
Jason Michie Feb 2021
Are you looking for the hook,
That you just know is inside that worm?

Would you eat an apple,
Before giving it a hundred turns?

Could you have a bite of fish,
Without looking for a bone?

Would you tear down your house,
To be sure termites haven't made it a home?

If offered a spoon of honey,
Would you bee seeking the hive?

If you saw a cloud with a silver lining,
Would you smelt it down, looking for '925'?

Are you searching for a game,
Because you expect a player?

Do you think I'm the Monopoly guy?
Is it the suit, the cane, or the lack of hair?

🎩
👨‍🦳
🧥
© 02/22/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved

Dibs on the racecar!
maria Feb 2021
If you care just tell me
I'm tired
and confused
Tired of games

Written on Febuary 14, 2021
© ,Maria
Tatiana Feb 2021
She looks unwell.

Bruises under her eyes
purple with no sleep.
I doubt she rests now.

She is getting worse.

You see her eyes moving
beneath their lids.
The panic settles in.

She is dying.

She shouldn't have gone on
that walk in the rain.
It was cold, so cold.

She is cold.

And pale like light
from a waning moon;
a crescent frown.

She is dead.

No breath stirs her chest.
Place your hands beneath
her stiffening body.

Light as a feather
Stiff as a board
Light as a feather
Stiff as a board
Light as a feather
Stiff as a board


Lift on the count of three
So her spirit will be free.
©Tatiana

remember that game you used to play as children? Yeah, *** was that about?
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