Best Scrabble Poems
...dedicated to Juvie
We are in each other's arms, and dancing...
the lights are low, and the music is soft.
You perfume is so delicate, like a fresh
spring rain. We are cheek to cheek,
and in another world. A man tries to
butt in, and I shoo him away... no way
is anyone taking my girl away from me.
We take our seats, as I pull your chair
out for you. You say you have to go to
the ladies' room to freshen up, but you
look fine to me... a princess with her prince.
We dance some more, and I steal a kiss.
In your black cocktail dress you are by far
the loveliest woman there. The chandeliers
are twinkling in your eyes. "I love you so,"
I gently whisper. "Hold me close!"
We leave early... I open the car door for
you, and make sure you are comfortable.
When we arrive home we rush into the
bedroom. You slip off your dress, and I
get out of my tuxedo. "Scrabble?" you ask.
'Scrabble it is!" I reply. In jeans and
sweatshirts we sit on the living room floor.
You beat me hands down! I ask you if you
want to play again and, sleepily, you say no.
"Let's go to bed and cuddle!" you suggest...
and so we do. The perfect end to a perfect evening.
Lamet!
is what she hears first
him, screaming her second name
as he descends upon her
no time to process
gravity
a thud, tearing her core to shavings
Maiweeeee! She is puzzled.
His baritone dropping the 'n'
agitation
a wooden scrabble.
Nothing is left between her
and Pee, not a grain
all’s crushed
smothering their screams
interlocking their groans.
He is a pawn, no saphead
giving it to her, a pounding
her splinters
putting him on like a glove
a blood-wood
fragments of his body all over her.
She, a Mortal
(he notes the ‘r’ replacement)
implodes in silence, his pain.
She is deep
no winnowing basket
Her pleas chaff going with the wind
consummating with eyes
but she, too dry to go gunky.
Left to recline in the tree shade, heaves
silent sighs among groundnut sheaves
“You know I l-o-v-e you,”
“Yet it spells p-a-i-n, right?”
“We are just pieces of a g-a-m-e dear,”
he sighs rolling onto his back.
I have no doubt that you’re a wordologist
and that you place them well
I believe in neologism
and with it I excel
but luck is in the draw
and the tiles that you pick
how many used at once
it is all in your Scrabble skill
Scramble in life of a
man.
Is sequel to gamble
and grumble
Thinking that he is
humble
Because he could
afford an apple.
Men begin to play
him like scrabble.
As a sample for the
simple.
On-till he finds the
temple.
Commit your life to
him who is ABLE.
It will not crumble,
crumple or fumble
Which are triple -
sorority.
You will neither look
rumpled nor tumbled.
It is all a parable
that saves from
trouble
Which is a seed of
struggle
Mostly for the
'arable farmer'.
Yet not like the
carpenters hammer.
F ailing to do this is simply detrimental to one’s own health.
O ften it’s done as a very last resort before madness sets in.
R eality dictates that vengeance is venial and vindictive.
G oing forward on an ethical and moral journey towards a more sublime goal
I nvolves practice in this humble virtue as well as others.
V erily it is the key to releasing one’s self from a prison of one’s own making.
E ventually, I’m told, practice of the virtue with prayer makes for a happy life.
At the scribble Scrabble table
I'm raising the bar
by adding seven lucky tiles to your letter R
Vanna please let me buy a vowel or
can I have a few?
I'll take A, E, I , skip the O and gimme a U
Please allow me three more letters to
fill my desire
I'll take a Q, G, and M to make the word QUAGMIRE
* Written for Nancy Jone's "Scrabble Contest"
One day my pal Nancy
Asked to play Scrabble with me
I’d never played before so thought
How difficult could this be?
It’s just some silly letters
Arranged to make some words
Any second grader could do this
Hell I’d even take on the nerds!
So Nancy and I placed down a wager
And started the intense game
Wow the words she compiled!
The Scrabble Beast was hard to tame
I used my seven free tiles
To construct the word ‘bequest’
She laughed and said, ‘that all you got’
The Scrabble Master not impressed
I tried to hang in there with her
But found her far too astute
No surprise about an hour later
She left will all my loot!
***FYI: I love nerds :) I would have used the more 'socially-acceptable' term 'geek' if it would have rhymed :)
Happy scrabble day
Play a game with family
Increase word wisdom
**april 13th is Scrabble Day
Tennyson's form from The Lady of Shalott
I sing my fame ignoring grace
as I meet vict’ry face to face.
Defying prudence to efface
the pride of getting letters placed.
My personal Tower of Babble,
a chance to boast, I’m just like you
and so we brag, like winners do.
To grace all rivals say adieu
in this bracing game called Scrabble.
Safe in my tray, letters espouse
myriad words, and though I grouse
that sacred “Q” is safer housed
within the pocket of my blouse -
my personal Tower of Babble.
So when the needed “U” appears
I lean down to adjust my fears,
spouse has no clue of my arrears
in this rousing game called Scrabble.
The triple word space opens up
Rising to retrieve my prize, yup
“Z” lies sequestered in a cup
filled new with kibbles for our pup -
my personal Tower of Babble.
Planning ahead, my vile secret
planting tiles in careful sequence.
Hiccups to my ruse - infrequent
in this whupping game called Scrabble.
for Isaiah Zerbst's contest, The Lady of Shalott.
Great fun games for the English summer
They don’t have to be expensive
Play new swear word Scrabble
It’s a simple game not for the pensive
All words must be in common usage
And should be genuinely offensive
LET THEM CLAIM THE BLAME
I could blame it on befriending a bastardized crowd
The raucous, rambunctious, rowdy and the loud
I could invent and explain excuses exquisite in exactitude and fact
But they may all be ones I’d be forced one day to redact
I could recite by chapter and verse why I am what I am
And from where all my vices and errors may stem
I might, for instance, instantaneously infer
That all my problems are due to him or to her
I might find people foolish enough to trust in me
And buy into the falsehoods which I doth decree
Sympathy could be a response I’d like to receive
And it wouldst be wondrous if they’d all believe
I may swear by the universe the lies I might tell
And how I came to live in a living hell
However one day I’d have to defend myself with hurdles to vault
Because if the truth be known my addiction is only my fault
© 2011.….Phreepoetree
Seven blanks in Scrabble
Might seem like a beautiful thing
Any seven letter word you can think of
It could be almost anything
But no matter how fancy that you get
No matter how rare or weird the word
Each blank tile gets you zero points
A zero point word – oh, how absurd
So there really is no TROUBLE
Trying too hard you can NEGLECT
Because your score will still be NOTHING
Even if the word you spell is PERFECT
My word would be Latrine;
My choice from those I’ve seen!
(I looked at a crossword dictionary and liked this word!)
For Nancy's contest
soupers
karen croft
scrabble
P lacing lettered tiles upon a board,
L etters assigned points to be scored.
A ssessing the most advantageous plays,
Y ikes! What can I do with all "E's, "I's" and "A's"?
I ntense concentration is the norm,
N eeding desparately for words to form,
G reedy for the highest score.
S pelling words from seven tiles,
C ounting points with groans and smiles.
R elishing each and every chance,
A t besting your opponent's advance.
B rain challenging excercise endured,
"B egging your pardon, that's not a word!"
L etters dwindling one by one,
E xciting finish - Hey, I won!