Best Tug Of War Poems
I’m being pulled in an emotional tug of war
From side to side I sway
Waiting for someone to win
I watch you pull harder
Then you drop the rope
And there I stand motionless
Not falling toward the loyal player
I stand waiting for you to take back the rope
Sometimes I drifted in your direction
But never did I let myself fall to the ground
I knew your efforts put strain on your competitor
But I tried to control the motion
I wanted someone to win
But I didn’t want anyone to lose
How selfish can I be
Making you stay in the game
So I finally decided, no one has to win
No one has to lose
I stretched myself thin making you both happy
But only you saw my degredation
Then you looked into my eyes
You saw the pain through my smile
And you dropped the rope and walked away
There stands the victor, who stood strong
He never knew he was playing all along
Push-Pull leaders
demand your gripe
at either end of their
hangman's rope
Your willing hoist
of their own petard,
the Devil's foist
of his own retard.
"retard" in this sense="delay," as in delaying tactics.
1John 5:19.
Luke 4:5-8.
John 17:14-16.
Daniel 2:44,45.
"For tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar, and't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them to the moon"
Hamlet.
Villanelle: One or the other has to give in a tug of war
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
If for altruistic reasons you invite the foreigner
In order to accommodate the guest from afar
You cannot make him feel welcome if you bar
His goat his god his concubine from your door
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
Some men cannot move without saddling altar
On their backs even if you protest as a martyr
In order to accommodate the guest from afar
The guest might share your bed with daughter
Though not the status his god reigns superior
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
He could barter his tongue for your own by law
But never the way he prays nor his women’s wear
In order to accommodate the guest from afar
The host not the guest has to give in a tug of war
If he knew the guest had come to stay forever
One or the other has to give in a tug of war
In order to accommodate the guest from afar
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Driven mad by all this pulling-
Tearing me limb from limb!
Who do you think you are fooling?
Ah, this feeling- great and grim!
Grieving Goddess fits the bodice,
And embodies my Despair.
At this Tug of War- am no novice...
(Oh! All the Hurt I can't repair!)
Snoopy is a crazy dog
His heads always in a fog
Thinking of some fun new ways
To steal a blanket each day
That Linus loves very much
But its like an evil rush
That turns Snoopy really "mad"
He wants this blanket really bad
Hiding in trees way up high
He'll pounce Linus walking by
With an evil scary look
Becoming a blanket crook
Not giving up he will succeed
Something in him really needs
To win this blanket tug of war
It is deep in Snoopy's core
To find a cooky silly plan
And pull it out of this boys hand
A request from my daughter which I
gladly wrote
Life is a game of chance,
between two worlds,
Reality and imagination,
between two paths,
of existing and Legacy.
Life is a game of Tug of War,
between Life and Death,
Living and Dying,
Coming and Going,
and you are the rope.
The force that pulls me out is here
It’s been here – all along
The force that pulls me in is weak.
The need to be pulled out is strong
So strong, there’s no denying
The force that pulls me in is weak.
But however strong
However willing
However it’s been here
I’m scared to be pulled out.
For the reason the force that pulling me out is strong is weak
For the reason the force that pulling me in is weak is strong
One way or another – it’s been a tug of war waiting to be over.
Life is a tug of war,
Between right and wrong,
Justice and injustice,
Truthfulness and falsehood,
In life's trying pathways,
We are faced with the choice,
Between two contrasting options,
We should have the courage,
To choose one of them,
That can fit into our mindset,
To lead a victorious life,
In the tug of war that is life,
Amidst the conflicting forces,
That confront modern livelihood.
This tug of war we're playing is no game
Especially when my love is the rope
The back and forth is causing such a strain
That all I'm holding on to now is hope
It seems that's all of you that's left to hold
When once I had you in these loving arms
But love gets slippery when it gets cold
Your chill has even frozen all my charm
To think that you could love someone like me
Whose only treasure is a broken heart
I was a fool when I dared to believe
And should have known it from the very start
Though it is broken. my heart is still gold
If you can't see it's value, let it go
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Please see it's the rope
Inside the game tug of war
Uniting them all
welcome to this game of tug-of-war, where i always fall on my ass and always get back up for more.
(i can’t tell if that makes me hopeful or stupid.)
welcome to this game of tug-of-war, where you are nothing but the apple falling from the tree and i am always the idiot biting into it,
the idiot that always dies,
the idiot who never learns her lesson and takes bite after bite.
in any given situation, i am the idiot and you are the sharp-tongued serpent with the quick wit and all the right words.
in this game, i am the jester, the fool on a leash kept for your entertainment, held hostage by the god complex you hold so dearly.
where’s the story where the fool fights back?
where’s the fable or the tale where eve cuts off the head of the serpent,
the jester spits in the king’s face,
where the silly schoolgirl tells the ******* with the crooked smile to piss right off?
here’s a hint: this is it.
tired of being your plaything, your entertainment system on a leash, i am telling you to get lost.
i am telling you the game is over, and this time, i’m the winner.
this time, you fall and don’t get back up, not with this foot on your chest pinning you down.
this is the story where the underdog fights back.
this is the story where the used refuse to be abused.
There it goes again,
disturbing the calm and quiet of my mind
from its peaceful setting.
The shrieking begins; my poisonous parrot
shrills loud that piercing song of my doubt.
My decisions come hard...
always a tug of war, between negative
and positive thinking.
My weak inner self and that mocking parrot
each takes one of my hands and pulls.
I summon my support...
a quiet corner, meditation, and prayer.
The squawking is silenced.
That negative beast is plucked from my hand,
as my strong self leads me to peace again.
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Desire and Aversion
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Judged: 10/11/2022
~1st Place~
Contest:
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 02/14/2019
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Plucking the Poisonous Parrot
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Judged: 01/27/2019
Tears fall down my face as I feel my heart break
At times I wish I could fall asleep
Live inside a happy dream from which I did not have to wake
I remain wide awake unable to stop the pain I feel inside
Whomever said there were happy endings must have been wrong
Or maybe they just lied
Feeling completely all alone without anyone to understand
Every time I turned for help they turned away
And I am left alone still reaching out my hand
My cries go unheard and words forgotten just like me
I stand right in front of them
But not one person seems to see
As if invisible or unimportant at all
Attempting to be heard I shout
But nobody hears me when I call
Trying to remain strong but growing weaker every day
Losing the game of tug of war
Giving up the desire to continue to play
Standing here at this alter
I don't know what to do
I'm suppose to be happy
But I'm feeling sad and blue
Torn between what I want and what I need
Lord, give me some mercy please
Looking into your eyes, makes me realize
That I have been lying to myself
Because I'm in love with someone else
Someone you trust and knew
But still you have no clue
Of this passion I have for another
I'm sorry to say he's close like a brother
So I join my hand with you
Knowing that our love will never be true
Before God and man
I have to take a stand
And do what is right
Even though its a hard fight
So I will close this door
Still in a tug of war....
yesterday tethered to tomorrow
caught in a tug-of-war 'tween the two
going back holds nothing but sorrow
my future now a rosier hue
stuck in mud caused by the storm
the past corroded from rain
anticipating your next jump
love factored with the pain
the sun shines now from behind dark clouds
the rainbow that arcs 'cross blue
riding in on a silver horse
a hero to bring me through
dreams of the past may bring it back
quickly they fade with dawn
'til yesterdays face is just a blur
in the morning when I stretch and yawn