Dice Poems - Poems about Dice

My dice answers all questions; just take a roll. Absolutely right; do not doubt yourself You are looking under the wrong rock Your heart is in the right place; keep going Run hard and fast, do not look back. Is that really your question? I chuckle a bit when someone gets that one. You have the answers; this die cannot help you. People...

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In the twilight of thoughts, dice dance on an invisible board, Whispers of hope stumble through the trembling fingers of fate, Echoes of lost victories clash against the walls of an abandoned citadel, Where once, heroes with pure hearts raised the banners of illusion. Now, in the oppressive silence, the harsh truth seeps through the cracks of time, Dripping bitterness...

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He who has failed to do his due, Man’s been a sour fruit of God’s whim, One cannot but come to this view: Gone acrid has His grandest dream— A nightmare and greatest blunder Which, He can’t but regret and rue, I see Him now in deep ponder, Hope, a bright flash flares from blue. Mayhap, God played a game of...

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Christmas does not come alone, ...

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Let’s play a game, shall we? It’s like ‘the Game of Life’, but set in ancient history. A skilled warrior with a strong shield, You travel around the land, learning something new in every field. There are different stages to your journey, Paths you must take, choices you must make. Roll the dice and control your destiny. You start as a mere...

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"How are you, my friend ?" I am not nice I am full of vice and sometimes, yes, I do entice I don't like pasta, I take rice and if you invade my temple I'll trample you like mice or squash you between the nails like a loathsome lice so before you ask me again here's my advice oh no, not twice better think thrice. did it...

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the screen door closes with a rattle like a man trying to throw Yahtzee despite the odds shortly after, the familiar footfall of my father calling ‘Baba boy, baba boy’ to me on the porch I life my mug in reply, filled with hot coffee, he fills the watering can with cold water a low breeze rustles the fronds of a palm...

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You can’t get it from table of dice: Your planned riches and Earth’s paradise When you win some heart you simply slice: The no-more-sure of eating served rice, On folk’s dining tables eyes of mice: To “Friend, come and join us” “Oh! That’s nice.” So, do release the pressure on dice, Your keen interest in throws minimize, Or one day you win and...

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Metals at rest as tend to rust, Love that latches on looks like lust, As diamonds get made from grey dust, Ye, Destiny, get deemed unjust. Yet, whatso lies idle would rust, Love lost of freedom looks like lust, Not just diamonds, world’s made from dust, We tend to forget fiery test! It might seem...

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Started drinking fruit flavoured water now Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow In the winter months I always seem to gain Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain When I walk, it's much more like a waddle Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth Downed another swig of gin and vermouth Now everything...

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Wake up in the midnight, Staring at the window outside It slightly far above my sight A little girl’s hands folded Cries out in pain I can read her facial expression through closed windowpane, All her veins stuck out in utter disgust, Years of agony, memories of holocaust Ridicules her every night. Though she gets revived in every morning bright I was helpless to...

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CAMPED I am from a corn-tree where people are divided into three yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation. he alone will get us away from molestation The youth are dying every minute for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts. no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT. yet they make us think they are patriots We deviate from norms Just to face more harms From...

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CAMPED I am from a corn-tree where people are divided into three yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation. he alone will get us away from molestation The youth are dying every minute for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts. no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT. yet they make us think they are patriots We deviate from norms Just to face more harms From...

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CAMPED I am from a corn-tree where people are divided into three yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation. he alone will get us away from molestation The youth are dying every minute for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts. no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT. yet they make us think they are patriots We deviate from norms Just to face more harms From...

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CAMPED I am from a corn-tree where people are divided into three yet, ethnicity is seen as salvation. he alone will get us away from molestation The youth are dying every minute for their loyalty in exchange for peanuts. no one is here to RISE TO COMPATRIOT. yet they make us think they are patriots We deviate from norms Just to face more harms From...

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