Played Out Poems - Poems about Played Out

While Oboes Played Strings were Strummed

Welo and Shewa 
and the Opals of the Region
Darkwin Clouds damped the outdoor festivities leading
the onlookers to go indoors. There these to beautiful women
stood modeling there wears there beautiful bodies and jewelry.

She adored the unquietness of the marbling
it was crafted to gain such attention
it was a wonderfully brilliant
it's shine attracted those
who loved such
it became overly

Our life a horror movie they played to us in real life

Our life a horror movie they played to us in real life

In horror films black people die first
We always make smart decisions 
And yet they still manage to find a way to erase us even in film
They don't leave us alone 
Not in life 
Not in death
Not even in fiction 
They do this to show

Hiku: heartbroken

you p.l.a.y.e.d with my l~o~v~e
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L E Z; badly said'

Low Emission zone disinformation..Is a factor on sinage
Thats the situation.' First a magistrate in Bedford flagged
Not fine, these signs that have ruined life for many.' Also
Wasted so much time.' Yesterday Noel Wilcox, Royally won'
At the so named courts in London judgement on veracity I
See it had to come.' So now if you've been hit no

You Played with Fire

You talked the talk,   you walked the walk
you also played with fire
Now you’re gone,   I’m moving on
setting flames to the liar

You did me wrong,   so I sing this song
Revenge it is so sweet
I’ll stack the wood,   cause you got me good
Now your gonna feel the heat

[Chorus]
Your gonna

Player or Be Played

Player or Be Played
Should there only be two options?
Can’t there be an in-between?
An in-between where they are there
for Each Other.
An in-between where they
choose Each Other.
An in-between where they
know Each Other.
An in-between where they can
respect Each Other.
An in-between where any problem can be solved
with Each Other.
The perfect one becomes perfect when you show up.
perfect for Each

frog had played this game with toad before

I could do the dishes
But then what would I do tomorrow? Asked toad
Frog did not want to distress or alarm him.
He listened.

I could sweep the junk off the kitchen floor.
But you would be bored tomorrow, right? Asked Frog.
Toad rolled his eyes at him and said nothing.
Frog wondered about this, but dared not ask a question.

I

i've just played santa for the first time

i'm talking world war three blues
and how the baubles resemble the planet neptune
one kid has trashed the grotto
flameless LED tea light candles on the mantlepiece  

another exclaims, 'can we stop talking and just take 
the photo?'
a girl says she wants a telescope
a boy says he wants a crane 

another says a fraggle stick car
helicopter

The Heart's Song

Imagine...

A symphony orchestra,
all the greats,
the legends,
the masters of the universe,
playing...

...a perfect piece.

BORING!

Perfectly executed, 
flawless, pristine...
but dead.
Empty.
A sterile echo,
a ghost of a melody.

Now imagine...

A kid,
scruffy,
misfit,
with a guitar older than time,
a cracked voice,
fingers fumbling on the strings...

...but playing from the heart.

Every note,
a stumble,
every chord, 
a struggle,
but the music...

The music is alive!
It's raw,
it's honest,
it's real!

Perfect form, 
a sculpted

A Song Played

Ephesians 1:7 (KJV) “In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace;”

A song played.
Melody, rhythms of beautiful,
The tune was wrong,
Buy the heart was so strong…

A song portrayed,
Music, in heavy lights,
Softly fading into the hearts,
Who believe, who agree to the tune,
Light bleeds through the refrain,
Coloring the

He think Domnia is Areana

nonpareil domnia lui
Would words speak him to
Pharoah.
Shall Casear speak me
to hizzpeeplez.
Might I gloat in vain
to be defeated
in Florence?Nonpareil domnia lui!
might we contest contractious!
The flowers of Florence
shall bloom
the April Showers 
shall norish them
I shall hold the vase
and eat the sweet candies
NonPareil Domnia Lui!
NonPareil Domnia Lui!
Reigning Championsport
Sports Champion!
Nonpareil domnia Lui!

And The Band Played On

Where water searches for soul
It loves the weakened shore 
To leave it's purpose so smooth and stark
To feint attack on shapes in the dark
A thin carved edge  
Infinite breathing 
Pushing and pulling
Golden alabaster hue turns to marble 
Excited atoms light the ambient mood

Her sharpened edged tool
She will carve her way  
through the mystic

God perhaps played dice

He who has failed to do his due,
Man’s been a sour fruit of God’s whim,
One cannot but come to this view:
Gone acrid has His grandest dream—
A nightmare and greatest blunder
Which, He can’t but regret and rue, 
I see Him now in deep ponder,
Hope, a bright flash flares from blue. 

Mayhap, God played a game of

the song you stole

music notes used to dance for me 
when I played the ivory keys
little birds flying high 
bringing back pieces of the great blue sky 
now they muddle at my feet 
I’m drowning in puddles of ebony ink 
I played for you 
don’t you remember?
my music was your medicine 
I just wish it hadn’t become your

Played

   Played

   Every other's antennas oftentimes are up, An emotional 
   state that everything is mental being free from deceit.
   Unguarded emotions impulsiveness and vulnerability
    routinely get taken for granted in games of strength,
    distractions are often hypocritical and shady. Rules

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