Fun On The Internet!

Ms. Widman

High School Creative Writing 


This week the students at Amundsen had fun on the internet. We read “Freedom” by Kimberly Ann Southwick and “Poem with Kennings and Nuka Cola” by Reilly Cox and talked about video games as inspiration for poetry. We talked about the levels of diction and how language and tone build a world and atmosphere in a poem. They were tasked with writing a poem that incorporated language or imagery from a game they enjoyed. We then took the early drafts and put them through Google Translate into one language then another then another then another until retranslating the final poem back into English. We had a lot of fun with the surprises AI gave us via Google Translate. I’m excited to publish the poets below!




Pokemon Pokemon Pokemon

by Gianna O.


Want to be a Pokemon master?

Then play Pokemon Scarlet and Violet

where you can catch Pokemon

under the hot, fake sun.

Catching as many as you can,

battling other trainers

like getting into a divorce fight.

Aim for the top, everyone

defeat the gym trainers.






Color Theory

By Skylar P.


Adachi cut through the barriers between worlds

Sea fire eats water that makes pixels in the sea

Punish the intense purple within and without

Creating universes with building blocks that need to be placed in them

Tonfa’s teeth are falling out

Safe circulation

Calendula shines through reality

The hand that held the edge of reality fell away

If the colors match,

Burn together

The walls were replaced together

A river of ink spatters

Shouting with rage, the prison was surrounded

Colors came back together

Bleeding together

A warm hug

Rainbow is safe again  






Friends, Appreciation, A Colleague Don’t Get Left Behind

by Koraima A.




a colleague 

don’t get left behind.

See every dead drop.

You cannot enter the lava;

it cannot enter the water.

You have reached the goal,

but that was in the background.

Hey music player,

why play with your partner?

We cannot stay apart, we have to stick together to move forward.

Can it cause death?

It’s not my fault; it’s my conscience now.

Would that be okay with you?

No remorse in your eyes: a suspected killer.

This world is still mortal, not a player.

We are working to return home with our treasure: precious stones.

Let’s run.

Come on.

This temple is beautiful.

Judge my life.

A game of life or death.

Thank you, my love.

See you again soon.



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.