Follow the arrows, bright flashing lights,
so lost in the trance of the game every night.
The neighbors below must get used to the thumps,
wincing with each careless quick step or jump.
Working up a sweat, bouncing to the beat,
tearing the mats to pieces with our feet.
We must look ridiculous, jumping around,
a duo of elephants shaking the ground.
Spiraling backgrounds distract from the game,
but without distraction, it isn't the same.
Dance Dance Revolution has stolen my soul,
tuning in every time I turn on the console.
Author notes
This is why I don't write happy poetry. It sucks. Forced rhyme and all. Eww. This poem sucks.
Anyway, this is about DDR, if you couldn't guess.
Please tell me what you think
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You're silly. Your rhymes are just fine. True, it does seem a little forced, especially the last one. But a bunch of them do work, at least for me. I think this is a great work. If you don't love it then I will for you. again.
~squirrel
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Your way to hard on yourself I found reading your poem very enjoyable. You can't always write for you you must write for the reader sometimes. It was fun and lighthearted. Something I don't always see around here. We are all so busy trying to impress each other we forget this is supposed to be fun. No one even died in this poem. Outstanding! Thanks, Boog
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How awesome. I'm an oldschool gamer and dancer and am impressed with your passion for this. Great write, you really did capture what this game is about. Thanks for the schooling.
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