Game Poems - Poems about Game

--- I can't swear that you will cry, Everything is known, yet look, we both walk with a gentle smile. I don't know what people are searching for, a Ram, a Rahim, and a Supreme Being. What is this story of theirs that they consider true, clinging to it with their soul? Even after death, they continue to connect their...

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Life’s a ladder swaying high. Dice are spinning wild, across the sky. Some rolls lift me to the sun. Others drop me, the snake has won. Still I climb, to what fate may bend— I’ll play this game until the end. Ladders rise and snakes descend. Turn the board and toss again. Every throw’s a twist of chance, rise or fall in fortune’s dance. To...

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Intrinsically dull he tried to raise hell... In the card game of life invariably shelled ...

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The last game name we both have started playing is so cool teenage stuff!...

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Though they fell into an abyss, I don't think it's the apocalypse. So, nevertheless and all the same, I'll watch today's Dodgers game....

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scrabble is my game of choice carrace, lamesbe and myjoyce seven letters I make into a word the time I spend on this is so absurd two to six hours a day I make words in a clever way scrabble forever appeals to me putting words together, my happy glee...

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Justice can’t be served in Gaza blood soaked stained sands 200,000 lives massacre...

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We knew from the get go after Brendon accepted the call…jettisoned old school for new cool..the Kiwi on the balcony who looks like he’s smoked some bud..having a kip..let slip..quick to quip..almost let rip..did appall..won't linger..two finger flip..nip it in the bud..say no go…skip..snip..crud dud pick…so toodlepip..tally ho to the thick not slick Bazball blip..this...

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Boomers watch flames in burning fires inside, They dream in vinyl, staring with eyes open wide. Some call this gaze: 'Lead paint glaze' of despair, It's the first move in the game of Generational Stare. Watch them stares; wait on, don’t be afraid, Each blank look is a frozen charade, With eye glazed over in blank despair, The soul is on pause,...

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In Nigeria’s heart, the wonders shine, From Ogbunike Caves to Yankari’s line. Farin Ruwa falls with power and grace, While Owu’s waters dance in place. Olumo Rock stands strong and wide, Idanre Hills with age and pride. Obudu’s mountains, calm and high, Where Niger and Benue rivers lie....

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In a café’s hush, two lovers sit— pawns trapped in dawn's tight grip. They clutch thin papers, worn and torn, proof of love they dare not mourn. Morality’s guards with dusty boots, demand their proof or silence suits. A ring means little, vows mean less, when loving breath is an offense. Her blue scarf pins a secret tight, hiding bruises beneath soft light. A bandage...

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If life were a game of chess, I would not be holding the chess pieces. I wish to become a chessboard, So I could see the wonders of life and be free Or I may in another way I can explain A plain tea that reflects the story of life, The chess pieces will show your past life How...

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Life between the highs and lows Is stable, or one would suppose, Yet that might not be true at all – When high, you’re waiting for the fall. And naturally, when you are low, There is no way for you to know How long until your saddened state Will vanish, so again you wait. So life becomes a waiting game. If being stable is...

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Somewhere between when sleep overtakes and then when I'm not really awake as if on a film running through my head the reel unrolls a story unfolds and I never lose the thread tho' the plot may be somewhat bizarre from whence I know not yet never forgot I find words appear in my mind from way over yonder out of the blue and...

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life's so E A SY ~ When you are ...

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