Short Marbles Poems
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life hands out marbles
I swallow mine on purpose
clogging my body
loudly choking and screaming
blaming everyone else now
Tiny, insignificant little shrew
Spinning lies which you spew
The rubber walls are calling you
Marbles left, you have but few
Lines in the marble are its life road map.
A hard life, is the marble’s,
beautiful soul, when carved.
beautiful blue ball
it’s spin is the game we play~
we lost our marbles
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(bonker- large marble)
and
so-called
friends who
fill their medicine
cabinets with marbles
before inviting people round
for dinner: Not funny. Not funny.
8 legs skimpering
like marbles with hairy legs
walks caterpillar
7/7/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
magpie to magpie
have those fools lost their marbles
chasing birdie eggs
on green grass down holes in one ~
let's show the mugs how its done
i have all my marbles and some time
they make a racket in my head
to distract you of the ordeal to be sane
as where will be the fun to on earth
The bully met his match.
His bag of marbles his prized possession.
Little Mark challenged the brute.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
ancient Rome’s buildings
proof of the technology
an advanced culture
twelve sided marbles
no one knows how they were made
a bronze masterpiece
I scratched my head
my brain fell out
It ambled 'cross the table
Stared at me
most curiously, grinned ~
Then pronounced me disabled
Remember when
all it required
for a full and contented life
was a friend or two
some marbles in your pocket
a stick of liquorice
and a hot sunny day.
Like an addled cuckoo that garbles
the birdsong that he warbles,
I've experienced many strains.
I've got gremlins in my brains,
and I've lost my marbles.
Simmer ember tiny star
Supernova from a far
Azure wave through the void
Shattering marbles like glass toys
Simmer ember tiny star
Supernova all to char
polishing pieces
fragments of a broken brain
spinning poetry
MagiCicada17
FORTIES PLAYTIME
Hopscotch
with whip and top
or marbles and five stones-
pastimes lost now in memory's
chasm.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Where now my marbles I had a while ago
Once bright colours dimmer brightly glow
But worn my old mind still sees
Things lost you cannot please
Happy ecstasy I am now with my beau
red rover
dodgeball
the ghost is out tonight
badminton
tetherball
marbles
skates
bikes
trikes
picnics
memories of my childhood
obscure now
children are inside
staring at screens
THESE
marbles that roll
inside my head
BECOME
a flaming fire
when I dream in bed
AWAKENINGS
from these nightly rituals
writing this crap down is
my morning habitual
About Marbles Are Many Theories
About marbles there are many theories,
So we then decided to develop a series,
Name of mess,
A wild guess;
Called them agates, steelies and clearies.
Jim Horn
When I discovered marbles can take marbles
I became a hustler
I was a pro
I took marble after marble
Some cried
I rarely gave their marble back
It was a competition
Taken fairly
I feel no guilt
Days of marbles
where recess
would find us
in the old school yard
gathering around
the circle we had made,
hoping we would fill our
bag full, before the bell rang.
Written 5-30-11
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my head's in a whirl
life a perpetual blur
seems like yesterday
i played marbles
in the school yard
now i'm old and wrinkled
constantly wondering
where it is and when i'm at
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
honey loaf? honey thistle? honey suckle?
I stare at the renegade tree
She has exploded with tiny bright orbs
smaller than marbles, deadly, poisonous berries
this tree will be here many mountainous lifetimes after I am gone.
• Blazing hot ice
• Chilly open flames
• Animals wearing clothes
• Humans with no names
• Empty houses with legs
• Rats hatching from eggs
• Marbles from the water faucet
• Shucking pods and getting pegs in