Short Aces Poems

Short Aces Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Aces by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Aces by length and keyword.


Premium Member Aces High

The cards have been shuffled
And the deck is cut
The game of life begins
Lady luck will do her strut
but only destiny will win
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Aces

With three aces in my hand, I raise the stakes looking dumb under bloody lights-- packing a Hold- Em win! Ricta

Sure Enough, the Aces Up

Sure Enough, The "Aces Up"
.... Scores Taste Knows, Victory!

Shuffles Sum, Of Victories .. Won;
Feat's Work That Distance, .. Brings!
© Mike Reed  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ballad

Up With Aces

Clean .... Places!
    Friendly Faces!

  Up With Aces, .... Victory!

However Long, However Long,
              Loud God's Proverb's .... Spring!
© Mike Reed  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ballad

Aces

New beginnings 
Solo

Got here in a
Group

Part of a 
Pack

Now in the
Lead

No longer a middle
Child

Ace of
Clubs
New ways of
Thinking 

Ace of
Diamonds
New ways of 
Earning 

Ace of
Hearts
Be still one
Minute

Ace of 
Spades
Transform or
Die

52 cards and
I’m just
One
© Gertie Ok  Create an image from this poem.


Hold All the Aces

hold all the aces....
never able to gain the upper hand
never dealt a winning hand 
never able to 
hold all the aces....
the cards were stacked against me
it was rigged 
i was hustled 
never able to 
hold all the aces....
even when i though i had the winning hand
i was always bet by an even better hand
never able to
hold all the aces....
Form: Lyric

Pocket Aces

You say " I can't imagine how you get so bad, bro"
"Pocket aces aint all that bad, yo"
but when we're talkin' about aces
Yeah, I was dealt a good hand 
but all that flops are are straight faces
and I just ain't feelin' it, man

Sometimes I feel like a foul ball
That just looked like a fly
I'm all like "just pool yourself together"
You gotta keep livin'
Even when you're livin' a lie
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Flying Aces

The Aces are coming the female ducklings said. There’s Dash!
Duckling adoration toward these valiant flyers with panache’.
One glided in on half a fighter jet that had a huge gash.
They entered the French restaurant and made a great splash!

They are heroes! The French ducklings yelled out with glee.
You can have him and Jim but save Henry Ace for me!
There was a clear favorite, as we other officers could see.
My brother Henry left with a smile that said “hee hee hee”.
Form: Rhyme

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