Best Losing Streak Poems
I found myself in darkened days
The forecast then was looking bleak
No matter how I tried it seemed
that I was on a losing streak
Well, losing may not be the word
but life had simply gotten dull
No light could ever penetrate
the gray clouds whirling in my skull
On one especially gloomy night
it was my turn to volunteer
serving meals inside a shelter
twice a month throughout the year
Then afterwards, while cleaning up
and nearly ready to go home
behind me spoke a tiny voice
the inspiration for this poem
This young black child standing there
of six years old, maybe seven
said to me "Thank you for coming"
which was spoken straight from heaven
He gave me such a loving smile
and then returned from whence he came
Choked up, I said "You're very welcome"
never asking for his name
While thinking of this little boy
as I drove home I shed some tears
as much for him as for myself
and all my empty wasted years
This precious one without a home
with no possessions to his name
had managed such a cheerfulness
which brought to me a sense of shame
This child opened up my eyes
and gave to me a needed dose
of cold perspective in the face
so now I hold my blessings close
All of which were right around me
all along, but I was blind
The things I thought that I had lost
that little boy had helped me find
Was that child heaven sent?
Perhaps an angel in disguise?
Whichever way I think of him
it brings a teardrop to my eyes
I pray for him from time to time
and never shall forget him, no
And when I'm very old and gray
my mind will find him smiling so
If I could speak to him once more
there's just one thing I'd like to say
"Thank YOU for coming, little friend,
you saved my life one darkened day"
Mike Wise
11-9-19
I sat on the couch on a dull afternoon in deep thought,
The meaning of my life I genuinely sought.
As time hastily passed by,
I began to suspect my actions to justify.
Sadly, I never made use of my time,
My life had a very boring rhyme.
The reason my dreams were always in a fog
Was only because I was a lazy dog.
Then I decided to let go of the past,
At least I realized this pretty fast.
I searched with enthuse on how to live in zest,
But all I got was a pass in patience test.
Bothered I was about my life,
Felt like walking on the edge of a knife.
The expectation of family was at its peak,
While I was on a losing streak.
A desire to come out all guns firing
Was the reason I opted for engineering.
Life of a fighter it is inside,
Every beating you got had to be pushed aside.
As I face the mirror and see a responsible man,
I boost myself by saying “yes I can.
Arduous days will soon end,
And a winning message I will send”.
The lonely sad face sits alone; the ignoring happy faces talk
And though the gloomy sad face roams, the happy faces puck and laugh
The shaky middle aged mind they find inside will align with the sad face’s terrible pain
The sad face is alone, crying
The sad face is trying to keep from dividing
The other sad faces live away, shredding sad face heavily
Held down by the weight of a million heartfelt judgment sighs
And he laughs from the sheer insight
“My love must be near
All of us grow cold and weary
As long as I can reach my love
I’ll send a thousand teary notes”
And the sad face wades and laughs
Scornful of himself
About the good times he has had
While sad face has no external laugh, and feels no nostalgic memories
Looming overhead like a hijacked airline
He likes to think it’s all okay
He likes to think he just has to pray
But now he resorts to poetry
To cease the disdain, day by day
Slowly but surely
Certain eternity
He hates before he loves
The long lost voices calling after
He’s sick of all the channeling lanes
His brain, a swelled up losing streak
He is alone
Knows not what to do
Of course it ends
With his life in pursuit
The gloomy sad face sits alone
Glad to have his solitude
After a solid decade of what can only be described as the worst of luck.
I've grown accustomed to living a life of pain and misery.
Fearful of this new uncertainty, again left helpless and unaware
Although uncomfortable and confused, I continued onward with my life.
The diagnosis is only the first painful and stunning blow.
Amazed at the unbelievable power of something microscopic in nature.
Specialists in the field call it a virus, I call it being condemned.
Now likely sentenced to a treacherous and pre-mature death.
The full extent of this revelation leaves me struggling to understand.
In one invasive procedure, they pluck away a piece of my liver.
While countless needles drain my tainted crimson blood.
Both attempts at deciphering the enormity of my affliction.
After the final drop of my blood is finally collected, The doctors hold an answer.
They give me their assurance of a definitive and timely explanation.
The phone rings, the doctor is ready to reveal his final prognosis.
It seems treatment is possible, and success may be achievable.
Astonished, I wonder if I have dreamed the entire conversation.
But, unbelievably his spoken words are determined to be truth.
Many human beings, not so lucky, to receive this rare gift of life.
The feeling is strange, following so many years of horrific nature.
Reluctant to savor the moment, fearing that it may suddenly disappear.
Death has taken me three times prior, at birth, and twice before thirty.
All three instance came without prior warning, unannounced occurrences.
Left this fourth time, to ponder death's arrival, this time, not so lucky.
I dreadfully contemplate what, if anything, exists after crossing over.
A fear that has plagued mankind since Eve took that first fateful bite.
The reaper achieved his goal, but I was unwilling to cross Phlegethon.
inexplicably, each time my soul has been revived, prior to complete loss.
Mind and body replenished with life, but some part of me remained deceased.
Returning some what less than, what was my previous state of being.
Losing only it seems, what I held onto so dearly in my life.
Small pieces of hope, faith, and joy. Now left absent from my soul.
Only time will tell if this virus, will undue death's losing streak.
Or, if the Doctors confidence will be proven true, allowing me to survive.
Yet, Again.
The smell of hot dogs, fresh grass, and stale beer
A constant dull drone from the Bleacher Bums
“Take Me out to the Ball Game”, sung aloud
Infield raking dust, by busy grounds crews
Seventh inning stretch at old Wrigley Field
Ivy covered walls, with a losing streak
Uniforms with faces of baby bears
The rival redbirds are taking the field
Cub fans begin to return to their seats
Fresh from a line to relief and last call
A solid round of boos from the bleachers
The batter warms in the on deck circle
At times, there is no better place to be
Chicago on a hot sunny day, free
© Copyrights G. Jones, 2008
TV sensation
Prime time news;
Wake up call
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Elegant poise on TV
Charming sweet voice;
Brilliant anchor delivery
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Homegrown talent
Sparkle and shine;
New media sensation
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Stock market trends
Upswing and downswing;
Challenging times
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Politics of freedom
Confrontational constituents;
Angry defiance
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Observe the times
Conflicts permutates;
Right and left and wrong
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Losing streak
Gambling losses;
Cut loss and run
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Affairs of the heart
Uneasy showdown;
Bruised egos clash
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Pun of old wit
Can still sting;
Mad hornets stir
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Kill joy this talk
Something for nothing;
Deceit attends conceit
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Gain or loss
Not much has changed;
Greedy is greedy
~~~~~~~~~
Here we go again
Flirt from old pain;
Embrace new pain
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Sweet baby asleep
Mother's fond embrace;
Peace in the valley
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Leon Enriquez
20 October 2014
Singapore
You can break a promise, break a toy,
Break a rack in pool;
Break a tennis player’s serve
And even break a rule.
Break a horse to saddle up;
Take a break for lunch.
Break a glass (at Jewish weddings);
Listen to it crunch.
Break a habit, break a heart,
Break your back by lifting;
Break your neck and break your fast
And break a line by shifting.
Break up laughing, break-out stars,
Break out with some zits;
Break a losing streak and break
Your taffy bar to bits.
Break dance, break-up, break a bone;
Break a record – wow!
Break your train of thought, just like
I’m going to do – now!
The dice always lands on that zero
And what are the odds, zero
Even so, why bother?
Because luck is an illusion
Luring us the losers to confusion
With false hope, living us bitter
Stuck in this infinite losing streak
That you so badly want to break
In this game you can’t win
Until you really sin
No man is an island they say
Still, amidst this crowd and noise I feel lonely
I badly want someone to talk to
But words don’t come easy
Millions of things are running in my head
But my lips find it hard to utter
As I tossed and turned in my bed
Also wondering what really matters
I try to find the courage to fight
Trying to tell myself “It’s gonna be all right”
Hoping in time everything will be okay
But in the end, loneliness still finds me
In this eerie and cold prison
Darkness is my constant companion
And that loud voice that becomes my friend
It keeps telling me “I’m beyond broken which nobody can ever mend”
It’s a daily reminder of a failure that I am
That I have no choice, not even a chance
And redemption is something I cannot hold with my hand
And I should just keep doing this silly dance
I want to get out but I feel weak
I’m getting used to this losing streak
Should I give up and stop struggling?
Should I continue to put on a mask that’s laughing?
My head feels light as my chest feels heavy
No voice came out as I cry for help. “Please... somebody!”
I feel so helpless as this darkness envelops me
And let the monster in my head consumes me slowly
From this ongoing battle I want to be free
From this pain, this chaos, and this misery
And so I kneel down, before you I humbly pray
"My GOD, I have forgotten you. I was proud, forgive me.”
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Message from the author:
Whatever you're going through right now. Know that you are not alone. u
Surrender everything to Him and He will help you win your battle.
Trust that, this too shall pass and you will come out victoriously in the end.
God bless you :-) <3 <3 <3
I thought that I loved you
That you loved me back
But love is an elution
Minds greatest trick
I tried so hard I swear that I did
But I was on a losing streak
No you just did not see all that
We could have been
You just saw all that I could give to you
And you wanted for free
But nothing in this world is free
So you stole it all from me
Using love as a cover up
Trying to blind me from your greed
But the blind fold you used had whole
And I could see as well as anyone
I could see the greed and I could see
Your pockets filling with all my treasures
But I turned the other cheek
I did not listen to what others had to say
But I knew all along you were just string me along
I was hoping you would see
See all that we could have been
But my love was strong enough for you
And all the things I did for you never amounted to anything
But all things must end
Although I said I would never leave
My back is the last thing you will ever see of me again
I cannot do it no more
I cannot be your toy
I’ve taken so much abuse from you
Although you will never see it that way
For a long time I thought I was to blame
I thought I did something wrong
That I was not good enough
Yet none of that is true
It is you blame should be placed upon
It is you that did so many things wrong
And it is you that is not good enough
We could have stayed friends
You and me
All you had to do was tell me the truth
Even though the truth can hut
It can heal
It is lies that are festering wounds that will never heal
It is so simple
To just speak the truth
Yet you chose to not speak at all
Leaving me to go mad with in my self
And I thought you were a man
But you’re nothing than a little boy
Trying to walk in your fathers shoes
So I ‘am done with you
I will not crawl back
I will not cry
And most of all
I do not love you
With open arms, I enter this space
A chance to explore, to discover my place
To wander down a path of words and rhyme
To unlock my soul and let my thoughts climb
The sky, they say, is the limit we seek
But often it feels we're at a losing streak
Our goals so high, our failures so near
We stumble and fall, overcome with fear
But in this space, I feel a different air
A spirit of hope, a sense of dare
To rise above, to reach for the sky
To believe in ourselves, to give it a try
I take my seat, and turn up my heat
Ready to dive into this poetic street
With pen in hand, I let my words flow
A journey of discovery, a chance to grow
And as I write, I find something sweet
A sense of purpose, a reason to beat
The struggles that come, the doubts that arise
To reach for the sky, to aim for the prize
So here I am, on this first visit
Ready to embrace, to never quit
For in this space, I have found
A way to break free, to become unbound
And as I leave this poetry street
I carry with me a new, uplifting beat
A spirit that soars, a heart full of fire
Ready to face the world, to climb ever higher
For though the sky may seem far away
With courage and faith, we can seize the day
And so I leave, with a renewed spirit
Ready to take on whatever comes, and never fear it.
Even as a seasoned, no, jaded,
pub folksinger,
he still feels quite queasy about
night crowd temper;
at times he's sincerely booed or
jokingly applauded;
in either case he knows he's
actually insulted.
He doesn't seem to mind the sham fame
with its true ache;
though he's on a losing streak, he still
hopes for a break;
he's weirdly grateful for sober jeers
and drunken cheers
from jolly hecklers and teasing pranksters
quaffing beers!
Our team lost today
lost yesterday too
the game before that
the one prior to that too
Seems they're on a losing streak
Is our team really that weak?
Or are the others too tough
and ours a creampuff?
Whatever the truth, I'm loyal still
I believe that our team surely will --
win a game or two someday soon
~ before the appearance
of the next blue moon
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The title means 'Ever Faithful' in Latin
Was I maudlin over our breakup? For a minute.
If I think of you now, it’s like a slideshow of unflattering images.
At the time, my breakup buddies reminded me you were a bad
choice - like a brand of deodorant that gave me a rash or fashionable shoes that chafed, even after they were stretched.
“Ruca,” my girlfriends would say, “you’re shootin-terrible, they’re a million pork-swords in the sea.”
Finally, I pulled the trigger - double-tapped us.
At first, reminders of you, those siren whispers of nostalgia, were everywhere - like the moon - which, I just had to live with.
You passed from memory though, that’s how memory works. Events fade, like last week’s chemistry test, or yesterday’s lunch.
Now, if someone asks me, “Hey, remember, what’s his name, your big love from high school?”
I say “Nope.”
I chose to laugh, dance - and shoot birds at the moon.
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Slang:
breakup buddies = friends who help you get over a breakup
ruca = girlfriend
shootin terrible = on a losing streak, not doing well, making bad choices
pork-swords = come on, think about it - it’s funny.
Tell me, my friend, when can I send
My spirit gently into that good night?
How many times do I have to die
Before I get it right?
Every car crash, train wreck,
Overdose, misstep,
Splintered bone, rug burn,
Danger zone, poisoned cup,
Open sore, bitter root,
Slammed door, rotten fruit,
Tool shed, chicken shack,
Demon seed, heart attack,
Foul deed, flash flood,
Drowning pool, splattered mud,
Ridicule, taut noose,
Hanging tree, hot seat,
Safety latch, knotted sheet,
Lover’s leap, cruel twist,
Sudden shift, slashed wrist,
Whiskey breath, itchy wool,
Charges due, paid in full,
Circus freak, Judas kiss,
Hide and seek, losing streak,
Broken tooth, swollen lip,
Busted jaw, sinking ship,
Hard luck, hockey puck,
Sucker punch, mother f*ck,
Hot iron, nasty cold,
Phantom limb, flat spin,
Steel glove, rusty nail,
Faded love, hammer claw,
Twenty gauge, monkey paw,
Tombstone, gaping maw,
Friendly fire, lost and found,
Piano wire, last rites,
Foul deed, prairie dust,
Jimson weed, stock tip,
Bad trip, razor blade,
Muscle rip, chain saw,
Pole axe, pin prick,
Candle wax, crack pipe,
Dope ball, monster high,
Bad call, de-tox,
Padlocks, sweat box,
Ticking clocks, hair lip,
Pratfall, bull whip,
Brass balls, matching set,
Sacred cow, tangled net,
Marriage vow, and every other
Barren point of blackness
That litters the
Eternal Book of Life
Are only punctuations
In its bloody text,
While waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting
For the death
That’s written next.