Short Playing The Game Poems
Short Playing The Game Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Playing The Game by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Playing The Game by length and keyword.
Clear on what to expect
Everyone agrees on the rules up front
No one will get hurt
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
to some its about money
to some its honey
playing the game
not for fame
but to buy food
to apart the play hard
with thoses
PLAYING CARDS
Playing the game
of throw the ball for the dog
walking over to where the dog is barking at the ball
pick up ball
and repeat
they have a friend for life
I worried about his bruised ego,
Hurting for him as all mothers do.
Until words he said then
Seldom uttered by men,
"Mom, the other side likes to win too."
won hm
~ When Playing 'The Game of Love' ~
Let not defeat upon defeat serve as dissuasion
~ One victory changes the whole equation
Playing the game of life
I question my mood
The pensive thoughts don’t dare
But I crept into your window
I whispered your name
Felt your soft skin
When did you grow so cold?
When did you leave me?
I thought you were always here
But I was wrong
Form:
The cards of one’s life are faced up, Sometimes down.
Oftentimes no on ever heed the next card dealt. Life
Is full of obstacles, transgressions, goals, ups, downs.
Playing the game of life although one may master at winning oftentimes count your chances of losing at times
Playing the game of life.
The donkey brays;
the elephant trumpets,
and the herds remain unprotected
from the wolves and the jackals.
What game shall we play;
pin the tail on the Donkey
or Elephants can't remember?
It's a barrel of monkeys
playing let's sink the battleships
while wearing blindfolds all around.
Dreams of gold
take you away
from this room you sit in
everyday
having fantasies of fame,
of playing the game
waiting for it all to come
now it's rusted and cold
growing old
on this dusty train
that never went nowhere
never said nothing
never did nothing
everything's still the same
only myself to blame
“Politics is a contact sport” —Steve Chabot
It ain't over 'till it's over —Yogi Berra
Loug And Doug
Pleasant gentlemen both, broad shouldered and tall
Good sports who respect the umpire's call
Playing the game with pride and joy
Sincerely humble, never coy
Staunch New Yorkers with their eyes on the ball
Tottenham had no spine today
Often blitzed, without apparent apparel
Maybe too many stogie's behind the training shed
Figures of lampoon
How they fail
in the April of decline
Captain said the performance
was not good enough
The Cockerel has relented to Play
There's no vitality going forward
and the back four, butter by default
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for baseball
and the wisdom of Babe Ruth…
(Many old-timers will remember his name)
He said, ‘never let the fear of striking out
keep you from playing the game.’
attention fixated
in bliss magnetism
we tend to neglect
diktats of destiny
it’s not laziness
but a shift in focus
wherein nonchalance
renews soul’s vibrancy
boundaries blur
space and time dissolve
we sometimes resurface
to see what’s going on
life is but a play
yet if so called upon to act
we do go through the motions
playing the game with zeal
Football fans
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
Football has its ups and downs.
When fans and players act like clowns.
I mean the way they speak and play.
I mean, are they true fans or players I say?
No football team can always be good.
Even if fans think they should.
I mean, if all the teams scored the same.
What is the point of playing the game?
Form:
if it don't stand to attention,
i just thought i'd mention,
i slap it in the furrow to plow,
keep on a plowing, allowing intention,
just as long as it works anyhow,
things perhaps get hard,
snug cuddle bug card,
disturrbed and is a rising,
just keep playing the game,
it aint quite insane
the end result is surprising.
:re
THE VANISHING ORGAN
delysia hendricks
Don
JUDD TRUMP
I don’t think snooker will ever be the same.
Now that Judd Trump is playing the game.
Fast and furious is he.
No time to even make a cup of tea.
Seventeen days ago we had not heard of him.
Tonight we thought he was going to win.
He kept us on the edge of our seat.
Thought he was going to be impossible to beat.
But then John Higgings had it in the bag.
He won the game for his Dad.
After playing the game,when he ran,
I understood the meaning of love then came.
They did not realize what they lost,
And what we found?
The heart cry of tear lost Thiers,
Relationship was something like this.
But they are still in their love
But never have compassion in love.
They left us like the night
the day ran away.
After playing the game, when he ran,
I understood the meaning of love then came.
Form:
She was left to break.
He lingers in her thoughts.
He haunts her at night,
For her to ache a little more.
She has lost her senses.
He's missing her.
He misses being pampered.
He misses her meals.
He misses manipulating her.
He misses juggling with her thoughts.
He misses playing the game.
He plays the game like a on and off switch.
She reminds herself every day that he was another lesson in her life.
Form:
Drinking,
the creative mind follows close behind
and it shuts out the obvious,
notorious for falling into easier ways.
Playing the game of their fathers before them,
they slowly sink away
into a place that’s much harder to find,
will it subside?
Could we revive all the broken traits and mend them,
come alive?
If this wonderland of worry and of futures subsides,
let it rain down, apostles sing softly of the lives
that they have lead.
Not begging,
for a native dream;
hiding an ocean in the eyes.
The hills were trembling.
I am going to cross the river,
of flames.
I am sitting on the dirt floor,
counting the cowries.
This was my home,
that was my book.
Playing the game of death.
What had you written, O god
with your quivering hand.
I am still following a riderless horse.
Not the least. Any want ...
Give back my blank page.
Satish Verma
Just in case this is something you didn't know before:
the Dodgers don't play baseball in Brooklyn anymore.
Ebbett's Field is a ballpark we will no longer see.
It was torn down, and is now a part of history.
Even though those boys in blue have gone away,
they are still playing the game of baseball today.
In a new town, the Bums have achieved greater success.
Home games are played in the California city of Los Angeles.
The outfield boy stands waiting all alone,
playing the game that many children love.
From the pitcher’s mound, a ball has been thrown.
The outfield boy stands waiting all alone.
The ball has been hit. See how it has flown
straight into the glowing boy’s baseball glove!
The outfield boy stands waiting all alone,
playing the game that many children love.
Written Dec. 2015 for the Oil Paintings 4 & 5 Poetry Contest of Eve Roper
I am not a slave or stupid,
Being smart and shrewd,
Just in front of you,
Become so crazy and teenage rude…
Running away – doesn’t save,
If only showing one’s true self; but again
Under the mask of indifference,
I still pretend playing the game..
And as if accidentally throwing - hey…
Still wonder if there is an end to this unvalued
Cat-and-mouse game?
Fell in love wit him? - ei, in any case,
But all the cosmic space is sleeping in his gaze.
Form:
I'm privileged to be always alone,
It is a pleasure to live on my own.
I am myself, I don't have to pretend,
Playing the game with an obvious end.
Life is so misty, I'll paint it all bright,
Cheating on fate, I'll be always denied,
Lonely yet free - I have nothing to lose,
No compromise, no options to choose.
I am the one of a dangerous kind,
Try to imagine what comes to my mind!
Parallel ways are not meant to be one,
I am still free, and my past is undone.
It comes with no intructions.
You make up your own rules.
That means you must take all the blame
when acting like such fools.
You always have a choice
in everything you do.
Your decisions are rewarded
by what comes back to you.
They say karma can be scary.
It doesn't have to be.
If all you give is kindness,
that's all you're going to see.
Life is one big challenge.
Just roll with every punch.
I have faith that you can do it...
let's just say 'I have a hunch'.
Form: