Playing Poems - Poems about Playing

My life's a fcking mess, watching myself rapidly digress it's outta control.. I'm so f*king stressed I so badly want to change But I'm already way too far from success I let out a huge sigh and stop holding my breath Think to myself "what the frickin heck" And just go with the flow That I'm pretty sure nobody really knows So stuck in...

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Recently, there was a subtled battle, Between the sound from a shop and the piano. At first, it was just a small issue, Eventually it grew bigger and uglier. For exactly eleven months, I have been playing the piano for fun, The unique half a century old melodies, Have brought so much joy and effective therapy, To the public and to me. I made...

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When first I went ten-pin bowling was in a league of my own tho' hot to trot my score was shot splits and gutterballs set the tone my opponent bowled professionally outclassed before I'd begun she demonstrated then remonstrated “It's not 'only a game' to some!” tho' bet my set I'd met my match when playing each frame for a round looked like I'm paying...

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Playing the Hurt Victim 5/27//2025 People really, really don’t care! They...

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When we die, we ascend Stop playing with me. You chasing trends, I’m chasing Him Stop playing with me. You believe in yourself? Amen? Stop playing with me. You manifest, I kneel to pray. Two roads diverged guess which way? Stop playing with me. We in 2025 because of His birth, Time split in half when He touched Earth Stop playing with me. You need proof? I see it...

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My children it is God's love we seek not a woman's or man. All humans are confused, no one understand. One encounter with the true God. Even church programs will seem odd! All the talk about money and tithe. Offering for prayer, is simply a lie. What we all should be doing is Lifting God high! One touch of His glory and...

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A loaf of bread, untouched, waiting for my late brother Finally home, he takes half the loaf and hands me the other In his hand a soldier, in mine a tank, a game of war "Take this! Boom boom boom!" his solider falls to the floor Brothers bonding, our war games always end with a smile...

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There is a game we all must play Without the slightest hope of winning. It doesn't cease at end of day, From start to end, it's one long inning. The game observes no rules, no guidelines, Though there well may be a master plan, Much like a game of "Cat and Mouse", Or "Tag", or maybe "Catch Me If You Can". No one...

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Music that touches the soul. This is so wonderful. Well, what kind of music can you describe? The sound of her magic She can say everything without words And break the dumb silence She is beautiful when she sounds in silence So gentle with the touch She touches every key of my soul I love it, I listen with pleasure She will talk about...

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Phoebe and her brother and sisters loved to play, like capricious wind; And many robust children lived nearby, like green nature, an old friend. The Clarks lived in town, like turquoise neptune, in caramel sun orbit; And also relied upon retiring early, to enable early rising. Dewy carpets! Father worked daily in the factory, while Mother was a proficient...

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It’s not like we failed when we went into the lab, offering the world a new life – the heart and soul, would they be? It’s not like we knew when we began this journey, a trembling truth pouring forth, remember, its just a story? It’s not like we grew when we heard the first breath of a darkness writing its story on the light we...

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The cacophony never lasted long we always found new variations to the same ancient music. If at times a sobering truth impelled us to acknowledge, that the opus of our works was merely a divertimenti, played by a band of blind mice, we still believed, in that grand symphonic final. It is reassuring to know, we can still whistle a broken melody, as a concert hall empties...

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An eerie wind blows through the decaying bushes on the outskirts, while a rusted door sways on its broken hinges. The smell of ozone lingers from thunder cracking in the distance, as heavy rain unleashes upon the abandoned prairie. A broken soul wanders the expanse, searching for any solace in...

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“How my life has changed” “Reformation” I wrote a poem A long time ago. It was full of despair And gray cloudy skies. It made me cry. I then saw a child, Playing in a park, Laughing and full of joy. I wrote no more Of gray cloudy skies. “Reformation-2” I wrote a poem The other day, It was full of joy And sunny skies. It made me smile. I...

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Curveballs come and they go They exist in mere Fragments of time As they test our consciousness And stretch our faith They provide us with an opportunity to define Who we really are Curveballs come and they go They are not meant To rip us apart As they challenge our focus And strengthen our hope They provide us with a fresh start On a journey of self-renewal Curveballs come...

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