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.
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
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 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.
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
• 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
Multicolored multitudes
Awaiting their first game.
Rolling stones which
Bump contenders out of place
Landing just right
Enticing the shooters to
Strike them all out.
TLH © 06-10-2012
On Jim the Trim's cruise, in a luxury liner
He was asked to be frisked, what a stinger!
You see, the alarm went off
He was taken and 'cuffed
Wee metal marbles, found in his boxer.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
18 April 2015
They could see that I was stuck in a garble.
My pupils rolling like marbles.
They could see through my inflection.
They could sense my need for injections.
My thoughts were becoming ineffective.
Changes that are affective.
Many say I have stones and with that I won't quarell,
but I do prefer the truth. I've simply lost all my marbles.
The mighty oak was once a little nut that stood its ground.
I'm the equivilant of that little nut. No One Dares Screw Me Around!
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
With so many children and not enough food
And cats and rats plus she was cuckoo
She lost her marbles, her kids, her pets, house too
Note: Nursery rhyme old woman who lives in a shoe
Listen to poem:
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
Posted on August 24, 2020