Best Holding All The Cards Poems

I wanted this mom but she does not want me.
She might change her mind, so I wait.
In limbo.
For her decision.
She is holding all the cards.
She has been wavering for weeks.
I do want her, do not want her.
I sit patiently, unconcerned.
Knowing the angels will come get...

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This is a lethal ink injection.
I know I’m blessed to have rejection 
Haters in my life 
only lead to introspection 
Understand 
I’m still the man
Who are you to question 
I agree to disagree
With all your false perception 
Receptions and revenge 
Cold 
evolving towards perfection 
Enemies...

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Hello,
hold the phone
My girl Friday is here,
and the eagle has flown
Got an increase in my cash flow;
now I can do some things,
the weekend's here, lots of places to go
First I got to swing by my buddy's house,
find out what's coming in, what's going out
I'm holding...

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Is there anything so excruciatingly exhausting
As to feel the need to look at everything
Through judgmental eyes

No background or context
Barely half the info
Yet so quick to jump to conclusions
Always quick to pass judgment

As if holding all the cards and criteria
Seeking perfection everywhere
How arrogant and pretentious
Like trying...

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If you drink that SPECIAL brand of Kool-aid,And now you flounder belly up make sure someone else is there with you,(and not just for good luck,)who has the required skills to render first aid. Cause lightning may strike on THAT whole parade. He’ll bend you...

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I see you with my heart 
And I feel you with my eyes
Yet my heart still has emotions that’s why it cries
The heart with its own vision sees right through you
So it knows when the love that is there isn’t true
The eyes feel when water...

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Dear Paris, you played me hard;  
I thought love was holding all the cards 
 but that was just the first hand;

Bumped into him sitting in a cafe 
we talked as the time slipped away 
splitting a perfect chocolate eclair; 

Enjoyed a picnic in...

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in all human history this is being said now
as the flies gather about my corpse
and its waiting Molotov cocktail booby trap
we all feast upon what we were
with more monotonous regularity
than what we might become
with all the ardor an erased memory can provide
a new non existence...

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Life is not a game
Friendships aren’t a game
Love is not a game
When did it become,
That intimate living turns into a game?
Winning and losing
Jealousy and competition
Conversations in circles
No responsibility taken
Cruel manipulation
How did it become a game?
A game that hurts
Confusing the mind
Breaking the heart
Destroying trust
Playing with lives
Playing...

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