Games Poems | Examples of Games Poetry

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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I never think my thoughts deep thoughts : though I'm no Peter Sellers, they are but common trite reactions. l do not live an examined philosophic life; nor have I focused fathomed understanding. But -- there is, everywhere, widened blank confusion -- crowds who do not listen, do not hear, cannot ken, even who do not choose NOT to grasp what is...

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I pretend to be a puppet, A puppet who likes to play a game, A game that is so complicated that nobody has figured it out yet, A game so tough that it gives shivers down my spine, I pretend to be a puppet, A puppet who’s good at the game, Who knows when to talk, And never gives the wrong answer, I...

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Soon the night will be coming Neon lights will be humming Las Vegas opens her eyes The rich and their sifters The dreamers and drifters Will converge for the prize Each night another born Drawing cards till the morn Nothing else will suffice On a starry-eyed mission Their misguided ambition By the roll of the dice Still, there's winners and losers Tea-toters and boozers For most...

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she plays scenarios in her head till she can’t distinguish shades from fact or fiction it started out all innocent at first she didn’t sense the danger she let her thoughts play drift and skip ahead of herself like an untended garden the weeds soon taking over she spirals down a private rabbit hole and plays such games not meant for children the type with hidden...

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Games at the baby shower ...

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We have built a world— Not for the need, But for the greedy. Palaces boast of fifty rooms Where no soul sleeps. Garages gleam with a thousand idle chariots, While the homeless pray to wind and pavement. One man holds A thousand acres of land, While millions kneel With no soil to claim as home. Step into the White Halls of Power— Leaders dine in gold, While the...

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

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I like to play chess, but, when I play, I play touche move that how it goes...

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There was a player on our team named Rick He hit third and was really a great stick When on base, he made a strange face He thought he could steal any base Another out, he was slow as a brick ...

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there is ugliness in this world where there is no need for it why do we tolerate indifference injustice, brutality and greed when there's plenty to go around it's a game of checkers for the have's and mere survival for the have-not's AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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In swim trunks, the balls were out. Each one scored a mighty shout. digressed to a maul, in a beachside brawl Winners were in serious doubt. ...

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The arena is built lie by lie, sobs by sobs. Names don't matter. A game is still a game, called by any other name. Children with ribs like shattered shields do not volunteer; they are raised for slaughter. They don't fight hungry lions, only eyes, trained to devour without guilt. The crowd appears with open mouths— not for speech, but for swallowing. They neither cheer...

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The table’s set, the cards are stacked, Coffee is ready, out come the snacks. Allana grins, that knowing look— She’s got Phase 1 like it’s a book. We start out slow, just laying sets, But soon the room is full of bets: “Will she skip me?” “Who's on Phase 3?” The drama builds deliciously. A run of four, a colour sweep, Wild cards hoarded,...

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