Best All Fun And Games Poems
Now I know the burden of pain.
The true malevolence of the world.
My eyes were blinded, my emotions deceived,
My dreams all a wild fantasy.
Once upon a time,
I was under the impression
That life was a joy, all fun and games.
An illusion of grandeur.
Now I know the destruction of war.
The killing machines it creates.
Dehumanized, robotized.
We were animals who could not think for themselves.
Now I know the reality of battle.
Sides separated by only the color of a uniform.
All hatred is lost, any hope is crushed.
Survival is the only motivation to move on.
I have witnessed the horrors of death.
Experienced the brutality of war.
Deprived of my youth and innocence.
Witnessed brothers die in front of my own two eyes.
Now I know.
I don't get a lot of comments
It's makes my name uncommon
I took a rest, now I'm back
When I read your words I see what you lack
I will step into your ring
Wearing a ring
and cut your words in half
I don't want to be mean
but you left me with no choice
because I have a voice
My poems are top notch
leaving your words lost
When the tides turn
you'll wave at me
causing mistakes in your destiny
If you believe your the best
you've looked in the mirror less
Don't be hurt by what I say
it's all fun and games
As I awake I am still here I still feel the same pain
I still have the same nightmare I still feel the same rage
I can not change the way it feels I can not tell you why
Each and everyday I just want to sit alone and cry
For no one knows how I truly feel no ones inside
Everyday of every life this is something I truly hide
The emotions that you see from me there not the true ones at all
For if I showed you the true ones from me your life it would fall
Into pieces it would go from all the hurt the pain
No more sunshine no more rainbows just clouds and rain
See my life used to be all fun and games
Till I lost what meant the most
Now its not the same
They say it gets better with time that time heals all wounds
If that was true I would not be hear rhyming you these blues
Every morning of everyday this is how I feel
The world today is still so full of hate it is still so unreal
That's where all this pain is from its easy enough to see
If everyone would just get along the pain would subside from me
Is it to much to ask, for people to respect and treat each other the same
Because sooner than later it will be more than just me that will experience this great pain.
I woke up this morning,
Believe me, I was ready to play.
For those of you
Who are unaware
Today's a gargantuan day.
Electrifying excitement
Alive and in the air.
There's nothing else quite like it
For anyone to compare.
Pine tar, rosin fragrance
And that of fresh cut grass.
The end of the baseball season
Has now come to pass.
Magnificent sound when a baseball
Contact’s a baseball bat.
Completing a walk-off homer
With a doffing of the cap.
The AL meets the NL
In world serious matter.
The loser goes home all alone
Disgraced and completely shattered.
Don't think for a moment
It was all fun and games.
It was a tough and very long season.
Even heartbreaking pain.
There was plenty of travel
Cold and heat.
Upset victories and
Humiliating defeat.
Baserunning blunders
Pitches gone wild.
Tears of joy
While others cried like a child.
Playing for a championship
Is tougher than seems.
Now it has come this
Living a baseball dream.
There were 30 teams that started
Now there are only 2 teams left.
Now we're going to crown the one
Who proves to be the best.
God bless America
Home of the brave and free.
Many gave up everything
For this game..you..and me.
Stand up and remember
Those who have departed.
It's the best of seven series
So let's get this party started.
Let's play ball!
Mississippi.
Mostly mild, wet, and muddy in winter,
but also chilly, cold, and sometimes snowy.
We feasted on ice cycles from tin or asphalt rooftops;
We screamed and yelled as we fought each other with snowballs; With patience and craftsman-like precision, we made snowmen as mothers watched with smiles, making us the best tasting ice cream.
Late nights and early mornings, we waited to hear from the newscast.
“The roads are too bad, and for the sake of safety, no school today”.
Such words over the radio or television are the only ones that mattered.
But it was not all fun and games in the Northern Mississippi Dixie land.
Rain, snow, sleet, or sunshine, there were always outdoor chores to do.
There was wood to cut and to bring in with the coals to keep us warm.
There were hungry pigs, chickens, a cow, and sometimes goats to feed.
Chicago.
One day out near the O’Hare International Airport, my feet nearly froze.
That was when I was driving a VW Bus that was fun to drive until it got cold.
Let the truth be told, Chicago is not just a Windy city by the lake; it’s icy cold. I had my Chicago share of winters in the ‘70’s.
In Chicago, with hardened and freezing bones,
on short days or long ones, life always goes on.
It was so cold that I could hardly walk.
It was so cold that I could barely talk.
It was so cold, yet nothing seemed to halt.
It was so cold that my whole body would shake, and my ears ached in pain as if they would break.
If New York City never sleeps, Chicago never stops.
In the dead of winter, people on State Street continues to shop.
Mayor Daily’s city kept the streets clear, and the buses kept moving.
California.
This year our heating system was first used on Saturday evening, November 7. It seemed that summer forgot to cool down and depart, or even stall; but ran head-on into fall. My trees are still very green, and the leaves are slowly falling because Winter is calling. It’s Sunny California in the Sacramento Region, and Winter is just around the corner. For a few years now, the rainy winter season has produced much heat, but little rain. Our hope is that this winter will be different for a change; perhaps cold and wet.
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Poetry Soup is THE place to hang out
If you're looking for a place to twist and shout
It's all fun and games
Just let go of the reigns
Jump in with both feet and splash about
© Jack Ellison 2015
Crossroad
It's funny how this has turned out.
I use to get flustered when you're around.
Frantic beating of my heart.
Crazy change of my mood.
Now I realise that as much as I love you, I got to let go.
You're just not worth it.
You don't want my love.
Yet I gave you everything I got to offer.
I am a proud feminist that lost everything I believed in.
Funny when I have conversations i am told I don't need a man.
But did I ing need you.
Even superwoman sometimes needs a superman soul.
I thought it was a myth when I am told fall in love and watch how you lose your self respect.
But I proved it right.
Loving you was too much work.
No certainty about my place.
You made me question everything right I ever knew.
I learned as much as holding on is okay, letting go is bliss.
Toxic love is all fun and games until it has eaten every part of you and there's nothing left.
This is our crossroad.
I guess it was a competition between Heathcliff and Cathy and us.
Romeo and Juliet was magical;
But I choose Hermia and Lysander, Mr Dacy and Elizabeth.
I guess it too much to ask for.
I'll cut my losses and wait for my joker.
I know he'll be everything good and bad.
His weird will match mine.
I will have my place with him.
No questions asked.
It is better to love and lost Well, you have heard the saying but what I was trying to say is to never love at all that would be sad and that would make a clown frown while searching for words to make you smile Is that a trick question you are the one judging with that poetry police and destroying going on What thinketh a poet and you did not know it it is all fun and games until you have won Who made this a contest anyway needless to say I am going to give you a peace of my mind pardon pun or not whether I win this contest or not I think You should know You have already have one And by the way I hope you find all you are looking for love you like a sis and this I would have no one miss Jesus loves you Thanks for sharing always * * - scientist find blue iceberg/ A blue iceberg is visible after the ice from above the water melts, causing the smooth portion of ice from below the water to overturn. The rare blue ice is formed from the compression of pure snow, which then develops into glacial ice.
When the Autumn Leaves Fall...
Blossoms bloom red
Your pretty smile falls beneath your head
Brunette flow
Healthy glow
From then on you hid in my sheets
The thing you were running from I never got to meet
I rushed in
Not knowing it was a bear’s den
We got married
I thought I was what you would need
We planted seed after seed
To grow a tree
But time went on
And you were slowly on your way to gone
I figured out pretty fast
That on your heart’s list I was last
Every day you woke
Around the house a dying smell poked
My affections were true
But you not loving me was something I knew
Don’t wear that disguise
I’m immature but a little wise
I know all your lies
We share the same lives!
Eventually destiny hit in the autumn leaves
With the foxes you became a thief
You threw out my wedding ring
Mascara covered eyes; you were a mess
I didn’t have to guess
You were accompanied by a luggage bag
I watched you leave not knowing you left with all I had
Where do I turn
What lesson is there to be learned!
I am so confused
I’m not walking in my own two shoes
It’s been about a year
My own life I can’t steer
I know I was not in your view
But I’m troubled because I think I stuck onto you like glue
I’m drowning because
These memories are not fading to fuzz
There all a little to real and alive
Dark realization you were all I strived
You were what I sought out
Why I am still teary eyed and missing you remains about
Well I grew that tree and carved our names
To you our love was all fun and games
Then I scratched them out from pain and regret!
My chained emotions had to be let...
Let go
This I think know
But why is letting go still something I am pondering
My heart still does ring
I’m still coming across the past
Your still what I had last
I remember the first time you said hi
I still ask why
Why was I the scapegoat?
Being with you, was it not an authentic lump in my throat?
I stare at the sky so dark
Clarity on mark
I clear my brain
My heart’s stain
My intentions are now in sink
I take a deep breath and blink
Your gone like that
This time I know it’s a fact
I stepped out of the thorn bush and onto the path
I satisfied my own wrath
It took a while for everything to be white
I left you with the fire it took forever to light
I left it all behind
To burn with my battered mind
Holy ****, i'm drunk.
Why do i do this?
How many nights have I gone through this..
It's all fun and games when I'm with my friends,
But when they all leave I find myself thinking of the edge.
I mean holy ****. I am really drunk..
Everything I own can fit inside a trunk!
This Is what I wanted, this is what i craved,
Everything had changed that night, we snorted all those drugs and raved.
I just wanted to hide the pain. Is that why I so willingly damaged my brain?
I am lying on this side walk... This so me... This is so my mother...
That bottle was my friend, the bottle was the key.
The bottle was my best friend. the bottle was just me.
Drinking beer by the pool is the last thing I will remember,
haha me with that beer is the last thing my mom will remember.
I spent half my life buzzed
pulling stings with my cuz
day dreamed of being kings but our status never budged
mainly because we was rarely sober
drinking E&J with soda
trying to sneak a toaster in the Ponderosa (local club)
I been in bar brawl where chairs are thrust and bottles busted
if cut with an adrenaline rush it makes the blood gush
it was all fun and games
till I lost my cousin Dwayne
clouds form over my life and under my eyes it rained
intoxicated for months, planning retaliation
listened to the Lord for once,searching for salvation
I quick drinking cold turkey, cant stomach the taste now
I trusted the Lord and its working, I cant believe my lifestyle
I went from stereotypical thug life risking my freedom
to client representation, suit and tie meetings
went from nightmarish hell to heavenly dreamer
stop straddling the fence and landed where the grass was really greener
Never too old to start again making wrongs right
And crooked path straight. Not given a license
To procrastinate, but to do what will benefit before
It’s too late.
In the natural realm we’re disregard, and disrespected
And as outcast laid aside. But in God’s economy
Our work has just begun, its such an honor, and blessing
A sense of great pride.
Never to old is your choice and mine the longer we live,
The more we will know. The wisdom we share its
An outburst no fear. Who knows what the outcome
Would be, that can help develop someone to grow.
Never too old one’s as old as they feel it amazes you
The things some old folks get up to, its mind boggling surreal.
I don’t mean in a negative way its all fun and games,
One’s never too old to do anything it’s the mind set that need
To change.
It was all fun and games
A little laughing
A little tag
She was frolicking
Away from her tagger
She tripped on a rock
The boy approached her
Lifted up her skirt
And groped her
Splash is the sound of tears
Maybe if she wasn't wearing a skirt
He couldn't pull it up
Maybe if she was paying attention
He wouldn't have groped her
Maybe if she hadn't worn a skirt
She wouldn't be in tears
Up at 2 AM thinking about
How this was her fault
It wasn't in her control
It never was
She was only the Victim
Splash is the sound of tears
One of thousands of victims
(Tongue in cheek! LOL)
Nobody's perfect but I come pretty close
Don't usually brag about my prowess
But sometimes I just get so overwhelmed
My enthusiasm for me is boundless
You may be annoyed by my constant bragging
But when you're as perfect as me
It's almost impossible to let it go unnoticed
Must share my perfection with thee
It's sure not all fun and games living up to
Such standards I've set for me
Got no one to blame but my own desires
For impressing all you ladies, indeed
Afflicted by charm and stunning good looks
All my life, it's been quite a struggle
Living up to the standards I've set for myself
But I've tried not to burst your bubble
I am what I am, there's no changing now
I've learned to live with perfection
Not everyone's able to handle such a burden
It's a serious incurable infection
© Jack Ellison 2014
Life’s not all fun and games, no sir -
even war games under the waxing sun.
Cock-a-doodle-doo day after day
as the ground gives way to waves.
And we wave goodbye, have another cry,
blame the other guy, don’t even try
to figure out the way to God’s heart.
After all, your god, is a god of war.
Whatever side you’re on, you figure
he’s on your side too. Zap that chap,
have no mercy. The nails had no mercy.
The thorns had no mercy. Christ’s blood
soaked the soil. We till and toil,
we live, we die - day after day.