Stupid
Dumb
You cant do that
Can you?
Name calling
Constant fear of others
Risen from the games people play
Jokes people think a harmless
Written By: D. Collins 11/19/25
Love ain't nothing but both parties putting in work.
Getting to know each other through past times of hurt.
Being well informed on the games people play.
And, not believing every word that they say.
Love ain't nothing but those who ride or die.
Where everything about them has been verified.
You start building trust and kick it off from there.
Then, and only then, can it possibly go somewhere.
Love ain't nothing but the last face that we see.
Gave us plenty of love through the entirety.
They met us in the middle and handled their biz.
It's not complicated. That's all that love is.........
Soon night will be coming
The 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 it's a shame
All the pain that's inflicted
But to those so addicted
Never learn from the game
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 consequences
like mental variations of russian roulette
she’s gone offtrack
caught in a cycle
she’s really lost her way
it’s gone too far
i see her deteriorating
and i can’t save her
it breaks my heart to see her fear and mental anguish
that's sadly now her cross to bear
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
I feel trapped in a web of fear,
counting my blessings tear by tear.
And when I must choose fight or flight;
God's love is my staff and my light.
Though I'm struggling to find my way,
I'm blocked by the games people play.
And yet, like a bird, in free flight,
God's love is my staff and my light.
When life's path feels bumpy and stark,
I search for shadows in the dark.
And though nothing seems to go right,
God's love is my staff and my light.
Feeling lost in a maze of hate,
my heart cries out for a soulmate.
And when hope fails to ease my plight;
God's love is my staff and my light.
Loneliness is a crushing weight,
when love's left to the whims of fate.
And when there's not a smile in sight,
God's love is my staff and my light.
When the passing years strain my back,
my bones feel they're about to crack.
Yet, I still kneel to pray each night;
God's love is my staff and my light.
The hardest thing in life
To really ever endure
Is a heart split because of mistreat
A heart broken in two
There is a such thing as forgiveness
But it's a battle everyday
Sometimes it's not because of ethics or morals
It's because of the games people play
Inside most try to be strong
And let the right out do the wrong
However in a world filled with selfishness
One may ask themselves in the corner of forgiveness
Do I belong
When you seek peace the only thing is one that remains
Let honesty and truth be your testament
And let kindness
Get through u forgiveness storm of rain
The organ that once played
Melodious music is now quiet
The altar, where once the faithful
Flocked now stands empty
Priests have changed their roles
They referee and judge
The games people play
Dare not defy them!
Vain are such efforts!
Vain are their building projects!
Vain is their property business!
Your identity is in worship
Through worship, you will find
Your true value and identify!
Sometimes people hide things to make you worry less about the happenings.
But people forget that what hurts more is not the fact but the act of hiding things.
The worry would have occurred and left forgotten with time.
But you can never trust them the way you did, it's their crime.
What ever people did till day, wouldn't matter due to the same.
You lose believe, they lost you, that's the end of the game.
They would tell you they did it for you to worry-less.
Do they thing getting to know this later would give you happiness?
They would tell you that they din't want you to stress.
Darling people, their purpose failed and you have to live in distress.
All that people would say is you lived peacefully till now.
But little did they know, you would have doubts despite your love.
All that people wanted is for you to be relaxed and free.
A doubtful soul, struggling to trust and believe, is all they will see.
People should have told you things that day.
Sorry, this is the outcome of games people play.
- Gayathri Rhamakrishna
Each numbered square gives a clue
For a puzzle with words across and down
Find the words that fit within
Select the wrong word
And things will go awry
Get all right and its a win!
Two warriors enter the court
Where a battle soon begins
Their rackets smash the ball with force
As they try to win their sets
Win enough sets and the war is won
10-15-2020
Games - Mental Or Physical Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
Life has its ups and downs, wins and losses:
that's the nature of the games people play.
We all strive to be one of the bosses:
and yet, fate seldom seems to work that way.
The games begin before we learn to speak,
fun ones, like believing in Santa Claus.
Amongst the many, that game was unique:
and still, some question what its purpose was.
Games introduce us to lies in disguise:
dulling the trauma of being deceived.
To win, one must learn how to improvise:
reality is weirder than perceived.
We play innumerable games of chance:
cunningly crafted, as games of romance.
Cursed with so much love to give,
never seems to be enough;
Living feeling like a ghost,
black eyes slipping on black ice;
Tired of the games people play,
Cursed with feeling way too much,
maybe gone will be enough.
As my half-soul searched for its mate,
I kept blindly following fate,
fearing that it might be too late.
Time slipped away!
In a myriad of places
amidst a thousand strange faces,
lovers put me through my paces.
Games people play!
Hope's a coin I squandered and spent
trying to relieve my torment,
disappointment, and discontent.
With feet of clay!
A fledgling Day prepares for flight
as Dawn pierces the heart of Night,
and yet, love's still nowhere in sight.
Lest, not today!
watch out
no doudt
it can be a trap
some is a bad rap
so don't be a sap
to have a better day
kept things away
don't fall for
GAMES PEOPLE PLAY
Games People Play
The games they play are so real to them
It's a shame dreams fade & go suddenly dim
No matter how long they try to pretend
Sooner or later it comes to an end
It doesn't seem to matter of ones religion or race
It's the same the world over, so hard to face
They just go on thinking there's more to be found
How do we make our youth aware of the truth
My wife doesn't love me, my husband is mean
They still believe the other side is green
Remembering parents unhappy & bored
There must be an answer if we search our minds
Maybe God figured it out and made it this way
So the greatest love he gave to us all
Is love for all mankind that never would stray.
Confronting the reality of your world;
exposed your heart to betrayal and deceit.
And as flags of sweet surrender were unfurled,
love vows, born of passion, tasted bittersweet.
Giving lust free rein opened your heart to pain:
for uprooted dreams were unable to grow.
And thus, seeds of happiness got sown in vain;
stomped underfoot in your dance with Diablo.
Blinded by lies, you lost sight of tomorrow,
for without an anchor of trust, feelings drift.
And failing to find love, you drown your sorrow
within a sea of tears, where currents run swift.
You were never good at the games people play:
deep in your heart, you feel you're not like the rest.
And anxieties climb as years slip away,
searching for answers to why you failed love's test.
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