Short In The Cards Poems
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I was up at the crack of Dawn
Who was sleeping with nothing on
A little peek
A little sneak
A Straight Flush beats carrying-on!
Quick wave of a wand
our future laid out and fate sealed
~ it was in the cards
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
footloose
fancy-free
wish to be
so carefree
not in the cards
for me to my dismay
never was one so free
its not in my DNA i fear
to be such a one
Lighthearted pleasantries make me smile
playful banter and optimistic outlook
~ bright future in the cards
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
Who knew it would be in the cards
that I’d be preparing Swiss chard.
Saute’d in extra-virgin,
you’ll avoid the heart surgeon,
but it tastes much better with lard!
By a wily old pro taken to school
Cocksure rookie, premature, lost his cool
His face just couldn't contain
The money he thought he'd gain
His eyes teared, and his mouth began to drool
I'm joining Elon Musk
It's Mars or bust
If we don't make it
we become space dust
But no way that's in the cards
We'll get there, we try hard
As for the trip back ~
Er, perhaps you've a tip?
don't ever come knocking
i closed that door
there's no turning back
i locked it shut
no denying you've gone too far
forgiveness might be possible
but forgetting absolutely not
it's written in the cards
you've had your chance
wasted your nine lives so
pick up your baggage and move on
i'm past caring but i'm wishing you well
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Give me faith
I said once before
Give me a reason
I don't know anymore
For awhile I thought
Something left me
But I didn't know
I just couldn't see
It needed some rest
For it works so hard
Then someone said
It's all in the cards
Thats when I realizes
I don't control fait
I thank that person
Cause it's not too late
So I took off
With a God like speed
Like this beautiful sunset
I'll be what you need
Form:
Three nights have passed
He was dead to the world
A pirate to some, a scoundrel to others
Whiskey bottles littered the room
On the third day
He rose again from the dead
His pal Johnny Walker by his side
Walking was not in the cards
He fell back into his shroud
Buried
A poor man with a heart of gold
He believed in resurrection
Many a time he proved this himself
One day, in the back of his mind
He hoped
God would take him seriously
I'm all alone
left by myself with my anxiety
and demons
Holding hands was never in the cards
though my arms are outstretched
Where is Jesus when I call for him
where is my God
I'm so cold I tremble
Will she return?
Will she love me again?
Why do I put all my cards in one place
I'm so haunted it's scary and painful
Is there anyone out there
that can save me
That can right my wrongs
where I can keep a mind's eye
In her days of glory she was a Movie Star
A symbol of beauty, even from afar
Winning a couple of Academy Awards
Her fame and fortune were in the Cards
But the years had crept upon her face
Now wrinkled by time's inevitable embrace
She had gotten weak and could not stand
Without being given a helping hand
Now she's tucked away in some obscure place
Faded are her beauty and grace
Her memories now are often scarred
She had now become a forgotten Star
Don’t you hate it when the offense goes three and out?
As far as the team goes, it leaves me with qualitative doubt.
Victory does not seem to be in the cards
when the team has three downs, and can’t move the ball ten yards.
There are many plays where they can either pass or run.
However, they can’t get it together and go undone.
Four quarters go by, and they can’t get a single score.
Many fans like myself are finding this game a bore.
Whispers in a january evening
Infringe upon the sullen silence.
Nature doles its peaceful sleep.
Tranquility come along bearing gifts
Enticed by embers scattered across the sky,
Radiant rebels in the night.
Modestly a moonstone hangs above the horizon,
Ovation worthy though she be.
Oceans sway to her command,
Nuptials possibly in the cards.
AP: 1st place 2026, 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
"I don't need your help", he said, falling to his death below.
His last phrase was a melancholy refrain, a sad echo
of the reality which always seemed to be his plight.
Since he was born one frosty night, his fate, he couldn't rewrite.
He therefore refused salvation's rope and plunged to his death,
but was it marked in the cards that's how he'd breath his last breath? -
a reverberation of a theme, from each childhood fall
to the echo that sounded off that lonely canyon wall.