Game Poems - Poems about Game

Howdy friend, I'm new in town. I think I'll jot a few things down, which, I hope, might take a frown and turn it upside down. OK, now let's play a game, to see how much we are the same. These are things that make me smile: a new bride walks down the aisle the radio plays my favorite song a child...

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Life feels like a giant chess game you wake up already in motion making choices you didn’t plan on a board you didn’t build. What kind of piece are you, are you the King central, important, yet unsure needing protection and fearing the next move? Or the Queen bold, limitless, always thinking but tired of carrying too much without showing the weight? Maybe you're the Pawn quiet,...

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In this game of chess, you play with me you my love are the king, the one that can move whichever way that he wants to, the most important piece The piece that symbolizes the part that you play in our sordid love affair, how you deem yourself as unstoppable as you move across the squares The...

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there i sat at 1am thinking about where i went wrong as tears poured down my face like an unearthly waterfall i remember every conversation trying though as to remember why did they like me? did they even truly like me? or was it a game only, someone has to put that blame on them because i didn’t do anything wrong or so i thought yet i...

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What do a Jeep, a Ford and a Chevy have in common? Wheels, air, heat, dashboard, chrome, bumpers, seats, Steering wheel, headlights, tail lights. I start to wind down on my guesswork. He does not nod so I start up again. Tires, hoods, knobs, door locks, door handles Keep going he says Engines, carburetors, windshield wipers. I can see him shaking his head...

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I still remember the day You promised you'd stay. Thought, not even in my dreams How swiftly you could slip away! Fights were meant to happer But wasn't love to abandon. Had you known the consequence Our future would be to our convenience. Whom should I blame For my efforts are in vain? In the throes of love I was...

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Spectator Game Theory I Often Would Rather See A Blow-Out Over A Squeaker... The Good Kind Is So Hard On My Nerves... Either Way. -Gray Squirrel 05-30-2025...

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Scots golfers do not 'golf' as they say in the U.S.A. invented in Scotland it's as they ought a sport the Scottish play the first tennis player known by name (Louis X) did not 'tennis' when he played the game even so I may one day bend my elbow consider the racket and give it a go looks like the language is slowly downward drifting and come this Christmas you won't see...

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What’s Your Name, What’s Your Sign?" I thought that was just a Biggie line. Then I learned me and Dogs don’t relate That’s for all you '82s and '94s, check the date. Big heart thats no biggie peep game my words also carry weight, I speak with purpose never fake. A man of many skills, no doubt, But cooking? Nah I’d rather...

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I really thought you had my best interest at heart. Now I see, you were just playing the part. Never thought all you saw was a game to try and beat. Never actually attempting to get to know me. All you needed to know was that I aim to please. And that I've searched my entire life to find...

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Some days are good some days are bad some may be OK while the rest could be the very best you ever had tho' there are those who go with what they know always stay the same consistency may be the key but I prefer to up my game some hands you win some hands you lose sometimes you break even then there's when you have to pay your...

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A silver clamshell or a golden hue, The Game & Watch, a wonder fresh and new. With simple screens of liquid crystal grey, It stole our moments, brightening the day. A single game, a challenge pure and stark, To tap the buttons leaving your own mark. Mr. Game & Watch with his flat bold design, Engaging...

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Chess Ahoy! Upon an ivory-blue ocean, oil pastel paints the canvas aboard the deck floats, buoyed surfing foamy shores a blurred realism hoarding its cargo— cobalt sea glass squares in place, chiseled chess pieces ride the tide ebbing and flowing Sent are your gallant knights lowly pawns the King decrees— God save the Queen! ...

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On board ...

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carved from ivory ...

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