Gaming Poetry

As Night Falls

Gunning across
a square world
as night falls,
past cows and

sheep: headed
for my bed while
hostile mobs awaken
from their day-time

slumber. Simple
in design and
construction, I
am both architect

and builder. Terra-
forming to my needs:
a wheat farm by streams;
storage vault mined

into the mountain-
side so I can hoard
gold, diamonds, coal
iron, emeralds, quartz.

Mines, forests, plains
are my real domains
in this game of
pixels and bits.

A Night In A Village Library

I am an avatar in pixilated
Iron armor, holed up in a village library
While nightmares walk at night.
I create, I destroy the generated

World around my boxy hands and feet.
Teleporting obsidian men carry
Cobblestone, dirt, sand blocks,
Changing this fantasy just like me, altering

The reality until daybreak,
Where “Save and Quit” pauses
This time and The Player
Returns to the circular existence.

When the Creepers Snuck up Behind Me (A series of Minecaft Hiakus)

Exploring mine shafts
Deep underground, torch placings
Light up the railway.

Red stone vein above
Creepers sneak up and explode-
Forced down a ravine

Sentinel mob guards overhead
Two spawned Endermen
Nearby, diamond ores in hand.

Cascading waterfall beside-
A glance to lock eyes
Aggravate both to attack.

Square feet in water
Iron connects, red flashes
Reward: ores and pearls.

When the Creepers Snuck Up Behind Me (part 5)

Square feet in water
Iron connects, red flashes
Reward: ores and pearls.

This concludes my narrative series of Haikus about a mining adventure in the computer and tablet game Minecraft. As the inspiration strikes me, I may do more of these in the future. I hope you enjoyed reading them. 🙂