Gambler Poems | Examples

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Premium Member Cash Man

Cash Man played the field 

Love to wheel 

And deal  

Until one day  

There was no pay  

Cash Man did not know what to say  

Felt very alone 

Picked up the phone  

Heard the dial tone 

Decided to go back to school  

Swam in the alumni betting pool  

Won the spreads  

No longer in debt  

Returned to flapping 

And tapping  

Dancing around, something always happening   

Choregraphing afternoon delights  

Providing entertainment rights  

Especially when Cash Man is there  

Playing fair  

Well versed in gaming numbers  

Cool as a cucumber  

Cannot be stopped  

Ascending towards the top  

Not thinking bubble could pop  

And if it does  

We all knew who he was  

Cash Man who played the field  

Loving the wheel 

And deal

Premium Member a shameless risk taking gambler

a shameless bluffer
he won at poker and twenty-one
an audacious risk-taker
brazen, brave, and bold
daring to do what most would not
my grandfather-in-law, the gambler
who lost his house to a bad hand of cards in the thirties

Premium Member The Gambler

    From side to side
     beady eyes dart
    just a-playin’ the game
     horse before cart

    betting with wild abandon
     without a leg to stand on…
    lips drawn, tightly sealed
     face a mask, nothing revealed          

    shifty eyes, swivel seat
     shifting sands of time
    cards flutter up, then down
     ~ sifting fortune's meltdown


Premium Member My Gambler Friend

   My gambler friend was addicted to sports
   He’d place bets on which golfer’d wear shorts
     He made tons of money
     Which pleased his sweet honey
   ‘Til one day he bet she’d break out in warts

Premium Member The Gambler

Darling, my love for you will never die--
    Just then, two shots rang out
      She heard him cry

  O! she groaned. Please don't go yet
    He smiled, then went ~ but won the bet

Training a Gambler

I shall have you richly prepared
For the notorious life of card:
Have you grasp another life hard,
By far tougher than that of bard;
What one does, all the time on guard;
For steady losses: A Retard.
You’ll figure why saints want it barred
Or with a pen for the same starred...

The music one craves for: Hard rock
But while it plays obeying clock.
Timely entry of phoned cops block; 
At the closest road mounted block!

You could do with a screening smock;
Black spectacles for eyes that mock.
Your victors plans to slaughter cock
Not where rivals could their guns cock…

Don’t rule out a “Stand in the dock”
And cash there-from don’t goods stock…


The Gambler

The gambler

It fills my body with heat
From my head to the bottom of my feet
An urge so strong
I know its wrong.
But it takes control of me.

I can go in with my purse full
I leave with nothing but guilt
It eats me alive, knocks me ill
But that drive for more never leaves me.

Everything iv got i put in
Then sorrow eats me alive 
when i dont win

Why do i do it to myself
It kills my mental health
Why can i not just quit?
I make myself worse with this sh*t

The colours are bright 
Each spin lures you in
Your chasing a win
That never comes in

Its not worth the stress i put myself under
For the sake of a 5 second wonder
Because even if i win i put it back in
And im back to square one.

I never thought this would be me
I never knew this addictive part was inside me.

Now iv had enough
I know it will be tough but im done with it all 
Im leaving it to flee to be gamble addiction free.

Written by
Blair bettley

The Gambler

The gambler

The night, on the other side of the bay, is a spinning roulette 
garish, the entrance to the cave of the netherworld
guns and uniforms at the place of iniquity; remove your hat, sir!
The voice is menacing, a hand gripping a gun. 

Eyes are dark pools transfixed, much to lose, one spin more
the self-loathing is a frozen grin, the light on the promenade 
throws itself into the dark water simulating self-destruction
one more cast of the dice; luck will return

There is no winner in this obscene hunt for the unobtainable
small wins are quickly lost at the wheel of hope and sorrow
one more gamble before the day awakes to more indignity
as the losers walk home in defeated silence.

A Head For Fifty Bags of Cement

A head goes for a laborer’s pad,
After losses to friends at card;
Whatever reaches him he’ll guard,  
As life remains unbearably hard.

A head goes ahead to fix a pad
For fifty bags of cement Andrew had;
For making A Final Good out of The Bad
And seeing to still feeding his lad;
If, in the end, very little shall go mad
After first becoming inconsolably  sad …

But, henceforth, no careless imitation of bard
While with Careful Gamblers at card.

Premium Member Gambler

gambler
           racking up debts.
        a fool and his money
oftentimes parting ways. he has...
a carefree flirtation with disaster.
    he's a slave to his addiction.
        forges ahead, despite...
              interventions. 
              a compulsive 
                 gambler




Submitted for...
Give Me A Rictameter! Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by M.L. Kiser
Date written: 02/09/2022

Premium Member A Stung Out Gambler

A high stakes gambler who lives in Marquette
is in Nevada alone and in debt
Now homeless in Reno
behind a casino
he craves just one more game of roulette

2/8/22

Premium Member A Gambler In Santa Cruz

A big-time gambler in Santa Cruz
told his wife:  Hey—what’s there to lose?
But she filed for divorce
when he picked the wrong horse
Now he’s left with an old pair of shoes.

2/6/22

Premium Member The Gambler

Cold as ice 
Roll the dice 
Once or twice 
My advice 
Might be nice  

Not a sin 
Might cash in 
Fill your tin 
Give me skin
If you win


 
*Give me skin- Lay it on me..."High-Five"

What's New Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Joseph May
1-6-2022

The Gambler

The Gambler
By Juno Byron

There lived a ruler
Wh'as a good gambler
tall as giraffe's neck
Silly slim handsome deck
Chaos his best friend

I myself have guns
They have become Jesus
On the cross - said
He ate cigga's da'ly
And rode on horses

In the slums when
He came they hid 
Pub books had his
name late in the
Night he came home

Silently silenced go'ment 'ficials
He was a Pharaoh
But his rose flower
Brought him down so
His name was Chalby.

Premium Member The Gambler

Instinct whispered
  Trust your gut
Put your money on it
  It's a three-foot putt

Don't breathe a word
  Keep your lips sealed
If you blow one more
  It's beg or steal...

Your putter meets ball
  You can't bear to look
Was your gut on the money
  Or is luck just a crook



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Note: Visualize miniature golf: A putter is
the club you use in miniature golf. A three-
foot putt is really short, less than a meter
from the hole. Normally golfers don't miss
them.  But when there's big money riding
on the outcome...

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