Pokies Poems - Poems about Pokies

...When my addiction speaks It's your last hit you say, I’ll get clean one day. I'll give up the blow, After this show. After this drink I will definitely stop, I am standing here handcuffed bei......Read the rest...

...Me gambling that once held me up now I’m afraid to utter, has left me really in the dumps and struggling in the gutter. No more flamin’ pokies will I play; no horses shall I back, I’m prepared to ......Read the rest...

...A girl with her hand brushes her hair away Across her face in just that way As it renders an image of another girl who’s dead A young life out of control from a nightmare led A baby cries loudl......Read the rest...

...My appreciation Francis Crasto for allowing me to collaborate with you as your 'psychiatrist' on ‘A MAN UNDER STRESS’- A great sequel to your recent poem on your page ‘DIG DEEP’. Hello......Read the rest...

...I've never been a gambler For I've never liked the odds And out the horse racers Seems a hell of a job I don't like the pokies For it seems a waste of time Looking at the colours As they r......Read the rest...

...This fire warms me, every bit of my soul, Down at my regular local. Sitting alone, all the thoughts in my head, To ponder before they're made vocal. And the menu for the night on the old chalk ......Read the rest...

...I'm just a fool who writes words on a page and dreams of singing on a stage but to no avail someday I'll set sail and yet- he stares at me like everything's a freakin' fantasy and I am left with this......Read the rest...