"fortnite" poems
I hitch a ride on the Battle Bus,
Everyone else jumped out, I must.
I deploy my parachute below,
I glide my way to Moisty Meadow.
As I land I slurp some shields,
Extra health and a pistol I wield.
I loot the houses and **** the squads,
Which would not be possible without my mods.
I run from the storm throughout the game,
I post on the 'Gram that I won for fame.
Everyone that saw my Victory Royale,
Commented below and said "Dang, Wow!"
Now that I won, I'm the coolest around,
I walk down the halls with a figurative crown.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
Since Fortnite is incredibly bad,
I turn it off and get real sad.
As I sit there, a thought comes to me,
There's a better game, but it isn't free.
With a forceful tone and a loud holler,
I demand my mom to pay 30 dollars.
She buys the game, it's called PUBG,
The price of this game was worth the fee.
I fight my way to a Chicken Dinner,
I killed 6 men but I'm still a winner.
My mom barged in and yelled at me,
"How dare you game this late," said she.
I said "Sorry Mom," and gave her a shove,
She said "Game, game, game, my love."
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
Fierce combat in an unknown land
One winner, may the best man withstand
Race against the elements, surrounded by foes
The battle is underway, stock up on ammo
Navigate the grounds, try to stay out of sight
If spotted be prepared for a brutal fight
Time nears the end only two remain
Everything fades black that’s the end of the game
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
I miss our Rick & Morty Marathons
and your attempt teaching me how to play Fortnite.
I miss the "I love you's"
and texts filled with blue hearts.
I miss your smile lighting up the room,
the gazing into each other's eyes,
and our quirky giggles
as we glanced at each other.
I miss lying by your side,
holding each other so tight.
I miss ********** anywhere
whenever we got the urge.
I miss our movie dates
and convincing our parents
to stay out late.
I miss our late night drives
and the way you'd mess with me,
turning the radio volume up and down
every time I danced insane
in your passenger seat.
I miss our first kiss on the rock
at Getty Heights Park
and our last in your car
dropping me off.
I miss sneaking out my bedroom window
and our late night smoke sessions.
I miss you sneaking up behind me,
picking me up
and throwing me into the pool.
I miss you holding me from behind,
looking in the mirror
as you whispered, 'I love you.'
I miss doing your English homework
and the inappropriate jokes
you'd leave on the shared doc.
I miss our long hour phone calls,
talking about whatever came to mind,
laughing hysterically.
I miss all your dogs,
but most of all Coco
and taking her to the vet.
I miss your family
and your mom's dinners
and persistence of getting me to eat.
I miss cheering you on at all your
hockey and football games
and supporting you through your decision
to join the Marines.
I miss getting caught,
and getting condoms thrown at us.
I miss our long texts;
good morning and goodnight;
good luck and it'll all be okay.
I miss "bby"
and "your my princess" to "queen;"
"prince" to "king."
The list continues,
missing everything about us.
But most of all,
I miss you.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
I realize that poets are just posers who imitate other poets, in a lackadaisical attempt to be someone that we are not. It is the laziest of arts. I impose my new art, on a floundering mass of dying humans. It is visual, and sound art, in custom made video clips that are impossible to imitate. The tones of color and sound are of my very own. Using sounds of everyday life(at least everyday life of a lunatic) and videos I make on the spot of those sounds. I realized that the Mona Lisa ***** and with kids believing that they can turn into a character from Fortnite, I am hitting at the exact right time. My art is living, in a world that is dying(hopefully)
Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 12:07 PM UTC
wanna blow o’s in a rental while listening to
Amy Winehouse
wanna curl up on your lap while you teach me
how to play fortnite.
wanna wear thigh high socks and your chain
and be your “wicked *****
with scenes of us shown in sepia
wanna wear baggy ripped jeans,
crew socks, a slicked bun, and a baby tee
and take ***** backpack clique pics..
i could just go on..
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
When you don't play basketball,
That is a social downfall,
When you don't play fortnite,
People tell you to play every night,
Why can't I relate,
To my fellow guys who talk about a date,
All they do is talk about fights,
Roast each other without rights,
To whom can say what,
About girls and buts,
I feel bad for some girls,
Who have guys after them in swirls,
I try to be nice to them every moment,
She is a sweet friend,
And even though I have feelings for her too,
I don't want her to be my boo,
Will she start hating me?
Am I showing them too much glee?
Some guys are just nuts,
Others get into ruts,
I don't like how they act,
I am annoyed by both genders sometimes,
But that's not why I am writing these rhymes,
What I want to say is be equal,
And compliment good people.
One more thing...Is it okay to not like watching sports?
Have a semi-racist joke but not be racist?
Read books and do work,
But play games where gamers lurk,
I am white and not cool?
Why do they not believe!
I am Puerto Rican!
I only got semi-popular,
By winning roast battles,
I hate when they boast,
Because it rattles,
I don't want to be friendly.
All I try to be is nice.
But when people annoy me it will suffice,
With hyper and random actions,
Messing around with friend groups and factions.
On myself I need traction,
I wish I could stop,
No I don't want to be on top,
Of the game or fame,
That's mainly fake,
Like the rake,
Plastic cake,
For God sake,
Shutup.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
All the Single Mothers out there
If he's spending all his time playing Fortnite instead of being interested in being a father
Run like hell
If he keeps getting in trouble with the law
Run like hell
If he constantly brings over people you don't know in your house around your children
Run like hell
If he has you do all the work as he sits on his *** and smoke ****
Run like hell
If he shows signs of abuse towards you
RUN LIKE HELL
Single mothers are off the table for me in this time frame
Because I can't provide financial stability and know I am not ready to be a father
So baby if you're a Single mother and want to date me
Don't take it personal
I just want to give your kids the world and more since they are the most important thing in life
I'm not at that level yet
Don't be upset or think I dislike kids
Just know I want to be at my best
And don't want them to suffer because I still have my own issues to sort out
There's more capable men
Who can be standup father's
And those are the men I tip my hat to
Baby girl you deserve everything and more
God has a special man in store
For you and your kids
It's just not me
And its DEFINITELY not those lowlifes.
It's time we start respecting you and being what we're supposed to be.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
l felt like l knew you
but it was never about you
and l must have been confused
to think that l meant something to you
people change
seasons are the same
but l must have been insane
to think that this wasn't a silly game
play my heart
just as you play Fortnite
l wished to hold you one night
but you told me it just wasn't right
l loved you
something about you
that made me see only you
but now all l can say is l ******* hate you
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 1:42 AM UTC
Nice to see you.
Really.
It is.
Good.
To see you.
To hear you rustle the ground.
smell what you were eating for lunch
taste your sorrows
the salt
tastes like cat food to me.
I'm not mad
I'm just glad to see you safe.
Sad to see you go, of course, of course.
I hope that doesn't seem coarse, of course
everything sad runs its course, of corse
but no
Don't fall in love with a farmer.
You'll never surpass her horse.
Never enamor a catgirl.
You'll only eat tuna or worse.
..
no further questions.
Mad at this world of hard-backed chairs,
claw-footed,
unbending,
Impending toe stubs every time that I get up.
Bruises where love left me rained on to rust.
Beautiful blue maroon yellow half moons
on my rib cage
Many noons overhead have burned tunes in my head that I sung and I bled to commune with the dead at the tombstone I'm led to the old riverbed
still to this day
there's a hole in the ground where you bury a body and
a home in the sound of you carrying all my
unease.
Please
don't
get
up.
I am swiss cheese.
Pain floats through me
and onto the breeze.
I will sit and eat this plain tuna bowl
because I need to complete a macronutrient profile
I looked up on the internet
how to make this temple
a place where people will come to pray
and play
and stay for longer than
a fortnite
Tastes like freedom.
Tastes like kibbles.
There's a pretty lass next door
who tastes like tears
And the sound of a breeze blowing through a hole in my wall.
Without hole,
how finish bowl?
Frame hole.
New role.
A door, for the strays
A fine feast of fish.
Dinner is dished.
Dinner for kin.
Home again.
how will my family know when to come in
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 12:29 AM UTC
Today’s thanksgiving
So I figured,
Perfect day to give thanks
To a few people,
Mind you,
This isn’t in order,
1) my little brother
For lighting up my life
Letting me
Become a Candice
Or Peppa pig
Or any one of those
Big Sisters
I no longer carry envy for
2) The dad who
Has given me a mix
Of his
Extreme childish-
(He’s calling me now to make a turkey out of pistachio shells)
Temperament
Yet contrasting
Acedemicly telented
Stern demeanor
While pushing my brother and I
And having high experctations while giving
Us the freedom
To forge our own path
3) The mother
Who is so enthusiastic
Talkative, sharing with me
The habit of
Binging on chocolates
Whose nagging
Has propelled me
To do things
I would
Have never
Seen myself
Do
4) The best friend
Who’s probably currently
On Assasin’s Creed
Or some other video game
Besides Fortnite
Which she insists doesn’t have a
Good story line
Whose milder temperment
Puts up
With my overly excitable
One
And who strongly stands
For what’s right
Following her dream
Of being a police
Officer
Despite condemning politics as
Boring
5) The three friends
Who stayed in touch
After elementary school
Who filled
My days with pretending
To be Elemental Mages
Reenact the Hunger Games
Warrior Cats
Although no one ever listened
When I was the medicine cat!
Who gave me an outlet
For my quirky
Book loving
Personality
6) The three friends
At my current school
Who,
Despite splits
Break ups
And an occasional
Difficulty finding
Camaraderie
Were the first
Friends
Of mine
At this school
And my anime pals
And for my years of
Middle school
Kept me
Sane
At this point I could probably start going off on
The tmpermental grandma
Who called my nose big
And whom I was mildly averse
(For good reason)
Until I saw a photo
Of her smile,
Holding me as a baby
Or the pink heart shaped flowers
That I’d look forward to
Every spring
Until our newly constructed sun room
Destroyed them
And on
And on
And on
But nah,
Those were some of my top ones
Thanks for reading!
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
Stuffing my face with pizza playing fortnite to disassociate
Holding back tears from the fears of the memories that crying brings
And my dears they ask me if I’m okay I tell them to turn away I don’t want to be seen like this
******* sobriety whatever life I lead I’m afraid of what holds me down instead of loving what brings me up
Cigarettes on cigarettes chain smoking to hold me down
I need blunts ok on blunts and blunts my nostrils leak and my eyes are bleak
Light another one I don’t care if I choke I just need another ****
Wanna lay down and play dead feel like my futures always read my fates been coming since my childhood days
So many ways we try to change but always stagnant the future doesn’t change
I’m tryna rise up I don’t want them to see me fall
My suicide days are over I say my suicide days are over why do the tendencies follow me like this
I want bliss I borrow what happiness I can from tomorrow
I always say better days are coming we gotta fight for something but now I’m asking myself why I’m running
What am I running from why do I turn away why don’t I grab today by the neck and take back what was took from me yesterday
Medical bills pile up no car no job I’m in a rut
Dyslexia’s got my words jumbled I go mute I let my mind take a tumble
Trying to write so I can set my future right let the emotions flow let me understand what I’m feeling
Old words old poems old trains of thought running on that last steam
Imagine my friends die imagine my family tried imagine imagining everything you never want to happen
I ask what’s wrong with my brain why is it trained to show me flashbacks and screenshots of everything I try to forget
It’s like a mod podge of bad memories a compilation of bad tendencies a pattern trickling into my soul I sit and let it bleed
Clench my fists and I say no not again curl into a ball I do what I can
Just write and fight just write and fight just write down my thoughts as I fight with my brain
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
So when, again
Are you gonna get out of my head
Leave my daydreams
And take me by the hand
Lead me out
Onto the floor
At this ****** high school dance
Fortnite dance
Because you know
It ****** me off
Until we get kicked out
For being too loud
That's okay
We'll just head back to your place
Watch some awful
Horror movies
While your hand
Sneaks up my leg
I'll probably kick you
And pin you down
But that's how you like it
Isn't that right
Bite my neck
Until I beg you to stop
Tickle my sides
To break the silence
And wait a while
For me to fall asleep
Just so you can wake me up
And remind me
That it was just a dream
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
My Life is Fortnite my home is fortinite so when i get home every time yo I get my wins and my wins are 3000, my FPS is like 2000 my ms is like 600 yowl and this is my life yowl so thank you for reading my poetry.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC