Gambling Poems - Poems about Gambling

You offered me wings I clung to pristine majesty Sometimes it has to end Gambling and whiskey never Left a night any less lonesome I'm still torn up inside The avenue and alleys Were once all that really mattered You offered me wings and I clung to the sky ...

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She gambled on you She walked a bridge too far You didn't feel it true It was too high a bar She could have tried talking That way she would've known Behind your infatuation Real affection hadn't grown She thought there was a bond A mystical dream But the wizard lost his wand You were just a prop in...

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self disgust and disappointment for the slip-up but I need to know what cheapens intimacy devaluing myself devalues anyone with whom I would share something valuable it's why I'm detoxing from all these dopamine pumps and anesthestics (gambling and alcohol) how could online "intimacy" not be included in the mix that keeps me from feeling all must go until this backlog can be managed...

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Carpal tunnel twinges punctuate a torpid afternoon, as row on row we line the aisles and stare at nothing with the guarded anonymity of urinating men. My thumb is on the lever, moving almost imperceptibly, as marbles rocket into space and filter down through obstacles designed to keep the management in business. The captive of a chain reaction freed from craving by acceptance of the preordained, I decompose, am compromised, incorporated...

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I said just this once, Just one more game. But the more that I gave, The more it pulled me in. Every spin of the reel, Every light on the wheel, Held a promise so real, That I couldn't feel. I watched numbers blur, Felt time slip away, Betting on tomorrow, Losing today. In the glow of the screen, I chased a bright lie, As the winnings grew...

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Sometimes looking back can be step forward -- being certain of where not to return -- paths of experience already traveled. Grass-less ruts heavily trafficked by self and loser others -- I search for detours, missed games of chance -- though lectured long and wide on the pitfalls of gambling...God, our perfect example!~ His life and death wager of Free Will... What...

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in order to have bliss i run the risk on the high-flying disk there is no resistance my dreams need no practical means to reason now that i have been given into this musing two magnets touched by two different polarities round and round the Karma card Venus and Jupiter dancing in a figure 8 now that you've made the...

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Once upon a time, I played Against myself - and there, I stayed... Displaying a no-leaf clover. Nowadays, the games are over. Previously, help I sought Through counselor full of support. Assisting me to self-exclude, She helped to change my attitude. So many places I have been... Sitting at a game machine. Both online and at a venue... Gambling upon the menu. I am not certain or...

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To all who are among us I bid you all farewell as the lid press down the eye another story tell. Drift me to a meadow at peace the ever last where all the times of sorrow rest only in the past. Judge me...

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You are my addictive habit Your love comes--I have to grab it I really need an intervention Leading to a conversation About the way you hooked me in Now each day I'm gamblin' That my heart will never lose If you are the one I choose Luck was never on my side Each and every time I tried Taking a chance I'd never win Another love...

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I made the bet on who’d win the game the Bulls looked great; my team played quite lame dressed in clown’s clothes with a red clown nose the whole office will laugh without shame ...

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Money can make you happy, money can make you sad, Money can make you joyful, and money can make you mad, Money can buy you fun, or jet you to the sun but money supports terrorists, through the sale of drugs and guns. Money can make you flex, and money can buy you sex giving away your money to fund...

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Gambling in the forest took on a whole new flavor today. The princess Adrianna joined us, bringing dice to the fray. We shook them and threw them, hoping for the big win. Antlered deer had trouble, his hoofs are so thick, not thin. Barn owl came to join us, he likes red apples too. We congratulated him on his flight...

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Whenever I’m sitting at the table my stack of chips is dwindling kind of low I start to thinking back towards the past and how life has dealt me an ugly blow But I just keep on reaching for the cards though I can’t seem to get a better hand Still trying to bluff my way through the game and...

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A die has six sides, twenty-two dots, and is a gambler’s favorite drug. It’s the excitement in one’s stomach, like butterflies, the twitching of the fingers, as if one were a pianist, the need for more, as if a yearning or hunger: addiction. The die screams without its partner. and when the two are reunited, the fun begins. They are tossed onto a table, expected...

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