Players Poems - Poems about Players

They align in position Ready to move the ball Doesn't matter how long they're gone The know to whom the play will fall Oh they will shout about Foul play on the field Fully aware of masks being worn And the inability to face the guild No TRUTH can hold them No free flow in the ranks They are the middle blocks Separating rulers from the...

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Hakeem "The Dream" Olajuwon, Had moves defenders would frown upon. From Lagos to Texas, he rose to fame, And left rivals grasping in shame. As "Little Moses," they called his name, In Houston, he rose to acclaim. He ruled with finesse, Brought gold to the press, And walked in the halls of great fame. Till today, he's a legend of the game, And basketball players...

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The two stared at one another both knew something that the other didn’t; that was the game; the rules by which they play, and played, the fools. The putrid stench beneath their feet, that those who went before excrete, impregnates their skin to slow taint their rotting ankles, in restraint; for there is no escape, save one; one word divides those lost or won. They...

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Is it wrong to feel jealous of my brothers? Am I evil for envying their wild freedom, For wanting, just once, to go where they go, To dance to every beat, lose myself in the night? They are at every party, every celebration, Free birds, untethered, While I sit...

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Funny how she thinks, She is the gold, And oh, how it glitters. Pitiful how he sees her, Just like a new toy, For his fantasies and pleasure. Because some boys are players, And girls are the games, And the fun never ends....

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the great bard says we're all players * that play many parts but my shank hasn't shrunk that the world's too wide for-- my manly voice fills it just fine maybe after a pint or two in mid-speech a word (on the rarest occasion) eludes me so-- okay--when it does --don't you dare I'll find it myself don't deny my muscle its exercise don't cast me a child...

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Let me tell you a story… A story about life, where Solitude gracefully glides into the room, wearing a loose fitting gown, draping her curvaceous form. Piously she takes her place at the table of life, she is surrounded by Faith, Hope, Despair, Vision, Reality, and Fantasy. Furtive Destiny is seated at the head of the...

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The Players In The Park by Edmund Siejka An errant breeze slipped in Somewhere from the West Village Caressing a couple As they walked out of the park holding hands Shoulders touching Running her fingers through her hair She stopped to look up In return he smiled His arms bringing her closer Their lips meeting. Nearby, the...

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Labyrinthia P. Babineaux …………… The White Witch of the Lower 9th Ward Papa Babineaux …………………………… The Father, an honest apothecary Algebra Babineaux ……………………… The even-tempered Mother Bumblebee Babineaux ………………… The precocious younger Sister Gnat Babineaux …………………………… The curious little Brother Cabernet Babineaux …………………… The...

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The myths of innocence & simplicity hide beneath a mask of fraility within youthful pleasures of times long past human desire forever heads the cast; What seemed simple then,is just relative through rose-tinted spectacles,we forgive, forget so easily life's reality, vulnerable,alone in our self-pity; Circumstance has moved on,we have stayed transfixed by myths,our memories frayed; twenty-four hours,still was then, a day but different complications held sway. Our...

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Halfway through summer You delivered a bummer Sold off all your big stars Nobody knows who your new players are Last night's game? You lost Ten-to-Nothing Today you scored more Something like 17 to 4 Poor fans have nothing to cheer We just cry in our beer But, I'll come...

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Players in the stadium Patient as waiting soldiers Seek stirring to signify Attack artillery emboldened Provisions are messages Loaded with fresh opening Responses rapidly fired Lonely's ease encroaching Place plus time is firmed Balaclava covered burgler Creeps comically around corners Salivating, smiling, eager Tally the touches, gripped tap Slithered fingers, swimming fish Sock threaded leeches reach thighs Standard restraint abolished Meddled with moods hang resplendent Sexy ceremony...

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ghostly beluga whales shy and discerning hide out in coves manatees giggle their secrets their calves are frisky and open dolphins swim toward the boats making friends with everyone sharks wait for lunch hoping to catch a whiff of blood...

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I spit poems onto a page with increasing velocity bam, wham, dram, cram, jamb, bam, flam! Feeling like the flim-flam man that I am, I do not wait for responses Not caring about any opinions but my own The seasoned poets invariably understand throwing down their own missives at incredible speed Breaking the limit and the barrier, engrossed and enthralled. We are word...

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