Short Roulette Poems
Short Roulette Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Roulette by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Roulette by length and keyword.
Winter days
play weather roulette
stuck between
fall and spring
cold, snowy, cool, sunny, mild
till that BLIZZARD comes
I celebrate nothing,but I do it
with anonymity and radiance.
sipping vodka,dancing with
leopard clad women.everyday
is a game of roulette.
She's been in incredible pain all day
She would give almost anything to make it go away
If the pain is here to stay
Then Russian Roulette isn't just play
symptom spectrum script
dosing who knows what roulette
will too strong to live
***
A survey put to a gambling mix,
posed questions on gambling tricks.
It states from the outset,
with Russian roulette,
that it’s safe, claimed by five out of six.
Borealis
Dazzles in hued roulette --
Tinsels gushing in full glory
Then, like cosmic whirlind
...She fades gently
A high stakes gambler who lives in Marquette
is in Nevada alone and in debt
Now homeless in Reno
behind a casino
he craves just one more game of roulette
2/8/22
luck smiles at me playing
playing the slot machines from hell
the numbers are turning out
luck smiles at me
the numbers turning up
roulette
black, red odd
numbers
hot
we form a habit and then break it
diving in deeper next time
just for the thrill
how bored we must be to so indulge
it’s like playing Russian roulette
sooner or later we’ll lose
I could never forget Paulette
Around and around the wheel would go
But sadly her game was not roulette
Each spin brought her nothing but woe
Black Jack would have paid her debt...
Maybe!
craps,
blackjack,
baccarat,
the big six wheel,
roulette, poker, pai gow, Spanish blackjack.
These are the tables where you lose money.
In casinos
are where you
will find
them.
So many empty kisses;
People taste you, and forget;
Meaningless soft caresses
all hearts and Russian roulette;
Why not touch the one you miss?
Fear is the edge of freedom,
Try kissing who’s in your head.
The darker part of my thoughts.
2am demons out to play.
Challenge my sanity.
A tantalizing game of Russian Roulette.
I thought only the strong survive,
But why is the darkness winning?
Six shots and my sanity is dead.
Shh.
Don't say a word.
Silent.
Darkness is the key.
Russian roulette.
Pick your poison.
My bottle.
Your gun.
Shoot me.
The magazine is full.
I know.
So I choose the first shot.
End of the barrel.
My forehead.
Bang.
Form:
Through a bullet point
A harpoon was sharpened
By boom
In gloom
Switch on the button
You jump
I jump
Into a Russian roulette
You look at me
I look at you
Cross one’s arms
Under arms
Sit together
With the masquerade
With hope to win, Paulette
Tried her luck at the roulette
Lost the last penny that night
Broke down for the sad plight
Tears that rolled on cheeks wet
She could not ever forget.
December 4, 2021
Contest : Paulette - 1
Sponsor : Julia Ward
It could have been me
whose brains got blown off today.
And it could have been you
wasted in that high-rise inferno.
But neither one of us,
at least not yet, vaporized as gas.
So let us be merry, drink!
when it comes, smile, don't blink.
Thoughts of death.
Life roulette.
Play with fire.
With ones desire.
Beyond the norm.
Not to conform.
Quiet, Talk.
Quick-witted, jabberwock.
Past, present.
future judgement.
Chained domain.
Free reign.
Love to hate.
Soul checkmate.
had coffee with a colleague
he was young and eager
wanted to play Russian roulette
because his resources were meagre
the universe conspires with us
granting us whatever we wish
but if fear and doubt makes us blink
boons granted are gone in a swish
Afraid of Trump Golden Showers
Trump put off things and them he delayed,
Doing and all his supporters were dismayed;
Golden shower let,
Then bed did wet;
All of them are worried while being afraid.
Jim Horn
Have you read Russiana Roulette yet?
Was there ever a rebel
on the inside looking out
By definition he’s outside
—his legend to shout
The insurgent, his tactic
playing Russian Roulette
Holding the status quo hostage
—with fear and regret
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Money talks.
Place your bets right up here.
The numbers start with double zero.
Then they will go all the way up to thirty-six.
What you see here gives you a good variety.
You can make bets on odd or even.
The first or second half.
Red or black.
Russian roulette
was his game
of choice
every night
he pulled the
trigger
He killed
compassion
He killed
trust
He killed
forgiveness
He killed
love
Night
after night
he remained
free
He always
aimed
at the hole
where a heart
used to be
PRIMED
a call for their heads
illogical conclusion
jagged and precise
mirror of confusion
a degree of highest price
vanity spins webs
mob insurrection
pointed every direction
russian roulette cocks*
7/17/2017
*position the hammer of a firearm for firing
Obsession is blood-kin to poison,
Beneath the beautiful cloisonné
Simmers the need to possess
Even as she sighs regret,
Savoring the movement of roulette~
Spin the wheel; yes or no,
Insert the bullet he won’t know,
Or does he see before too late:
Never turn down Vampire’s date!