Playground Games Poems | Examples
These Playground Games poems are examples of Games poems about Playground. These are the best examples of Games Playground poems written by international poets.
Vegas nights and neon lights
A desert playground of sin
Enraptured then you're captured
The moment you walk in
The ambience intoxicates
The chance of fortune looms
Once you call you risk it all
In crowded smoke-filled rooms
Got a bucket full of coins
You think it's now or never
For a buck you try your luck
And pull another lever
Come on seven eleven
Shooting craps you'll never win
Anticipate as you wait
Just to roll the dice again
With all your money in their hands
You leave quiet as a mouse
Beyond a doubt you'll find out
You can't ever beat the house
In the youthful years enamored to the essence
for the unsupressible passion for playing football,
I spent the quality time in the playground
every awaited evening till the sundown.
Having set my aspiring goal to become
a professional football player of national repute,
I practiced hard year after year,
but my destiny rolled a different dice.
In one game carelessly I broke my leg,
an injury from which I could never recover
to return to the playground as an avid player,
that’s how my sporting dream broke forever.
On the tract of time I played instead
the relentless games of life as ordained.
Some I won, but many I lost
in the playground of shifting goalpost.
June 21, 2021
Contest : Playground
Sponsor : Shreya LN
flipping baseball cards
in the flippin' school yard
pictures up, stats down
Drysdale, Koufax, Mantle, Spahn
or vice versa all around
retirement income source lost on the playground...
Yet another dismal day, there are no children here to play;
Are they at home is it a holiday;
No children laughing, playing s winging;
And on the swings no one there, they're empty;
No swinging, just a row of swings unoccupied;
No one running, no one on the slides;
The basketball court is empty;
No one is jumping rope;
All the ponies are still;
I wonder are the kids at home;
I see a row full of swings not moving;
I 'm used to a playground full of children playing;
But alas I transgress;
Now even the wind is moving the swings;
It's clear ever so Nobody here;
Just a row of swings
11/01/17
Plastic Playground
The plastic playground sits on land,
Land now defaced of nature’s scheme.
Scheme offers colored shapes pristine—
Pristine like board games played inside.
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~6th Place~
Contest: Four Lines Only - Visual 5
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Judged: 06/12/2015
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