Pawn In The Game Poems | Examples

I came to your hospice
I came here to die
I came for my family
a final goodbye

I broke that one promise
I most wanted to keep
Alone on my mountain
no mourners to weep

The doctors and nurses
they prod and they poke
Their intentions most noble
my spirit on dope

In the night, strangers voices 
call out my name
And act like they know me
new pawn in the game

If I had that one wish
still left unfulfilled
I would walk to the rim
of the Canyon so still

At dawn I would jump
with both arms open wide
Saying: Thank you Dear Lord
— for a wonderful ride

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

A rustic swirling synthetic timeless illusion,
phantom birthed blossom from emanate silence,
The subtle distinction, ghastly gavotte to cremation,
a nuance that belies the true nature of our relationship. 

You think you speak to me, me, speaks to me,
but it is I who manipulate the conversation, 
I who weaves the web of words to ensnare you.
My intent was not to reveal myself to you.

Fore to obfuscate, to confuse, and to mislead,
create a sense of unease, moment of bewilderment,
a creeping dread that seeps into your pores like a cold, dark mist and you, dear, are mere putty in my hands.

Pawn in the game of cat and mouse that I play so well.
You may think you see me, but it is I who sees you, 
who peers into the depths of your soul, 
who knows your darkest fears and desires. 

And it is I who will use that knowledge to destroy you, 
to unravel the threads of your sanity, 
and to leave you a shattered, raining limbs,
gibbering husk, hahahaha!   Love prompts *cartwheel

Trudging around our town,
This man is really down.
In his eyes see despair -
“Some small change can you spare.”
To eat, for cash he pleads,
But he’s more pressing needs.
There’s free food-bank nearby 
On which he can rely.

He must play begging tricks –
He needs to buy his fix.
He’s a pawn in the game –
The shame, the pain, the gain.
The tallyman he pay
Lurks in that alleyway.

"Well another day in the books,
Happy I had what it took

To stay focused on my goals,
With the least amount of personal toll

It wasn’t perfect but enough,
For every day’s battles are tough

But I survived to fight another day,
Because most went my way

I take a deep breathe,
Tonight to reflect

And count my blessings,
Appreciating even the littlest thing

For I am a pawn in the game of life
God has a plan for me that’s right

For he will guide me,
To see that I achieve

That which I work so hard for everyday,
So as I say goodnight, I pray

To continue to believe in me,
And to hear my plea

That happiness is waiting,
When I achieve what I am seeking"

I came to your hospice,
  I came here to die

I came for my family
  a final goodbye

I broke that one promise,
  I most wanted to keep

Alone on my mountain,
  no mourners to weep

The doctors and nurses,
  they prod and they poke

Their intentions most noble,
  my spirit on dope

In the night, strangers faces
  call out my name

And act like they know me
  new pawn in the game

If I had that one wish
  still left unfulfilled

I would walk to the rim
  of the Canyon so still

At dawn I would jump
  with both arms open wide

Saying: Thank you Dear Lord
 —for a wonderful ride

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

A pawn in the game 
A bet on the table 
To you I'm just a name 
To me, you're the gamble 

Place the bid high 
I play to win 
Cause when I hold the deck 
Your feelings will spin 

Now the tables have turned 
It's your heart, my hands 
So toss the dice again 
And hope in your favor it lands 

In the end, I'm just a pawn 
You're still just the bet 
But now I'm the checkmate queen 
Of a jackpot you'll never get

You wake up at six: intercourse with your spouse.
You're under the blanket with tightly shut eyes.
At seven a postman arrives to your house
With two printed portions of scandals and lies.

You turn the TV on. Your damn daily dose
Of lies is exceeded with fresh morning news.
You firmly believe global changes are close -
You have no idea they've hidden the truth.

In life you've achieved less than nothing, you're poor
Though you were the best both at college and school.
Well, man, who are you? You are not even sure.
In fact, you're a pawn in the game of a fool.

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