Spades Poems - Poems about Spades

... ~~~~~ The players were hangin’ ‘round but were all headin’ for a fall, the room was quiet except for the drillin’ in the wall. The curfew had been......Read the rest...

...Just about a mile outside pyrite town there's black powder mountain, forever looking down. It has a grizzly disposition and a couple veins of mean lightning licks the summit at every opportunity. ......Read the rest...

... I. What rare delight it is, when spring and youth, pregnant with life, explode all o'er again! When sex organs mature, and know lust's truth, lewd sensations soon tempt the onc......Read the rest...

...always a higher stake The more I played, the more I lost How much will it finally cost Till I win a hand at last No more shadow overcast As the cloud above me fades My "hearts" finding love in "spades"......Read the rest...

... No one asked me if I’d like to play, they just dealt me a hand anyway. Said I could learn as I played along. So when I plopped down the ace of spades, they said a ten’s what I should’ve played.......Read the rest...

...Upon approaching advent of an early spring 2024 (alternately titled GENESIS RESPLENDENT) No matter the calendrical/official onset of vernal equinox takes places Tuesday, Mar 19, 2024 and transpi......Read the rest...

...Traditional Solitaire potential combinations... that clenched another win today February 20th, 2024 (eight hundred and ninety yesterdays ago since June 13th, 2021) original crafting date of ......Read the rest...

...Velvety earthmover, pink spades for paws, mining for wriggles and nibbles. You dig, delve and shovel, breaststroke, through the soil, a subterranean swimmer, seeking a trapped sunlight in the......Read the rest...

... I wrote this poem about the young men and boys of various countries who fought in the first world war . Forever Remembered. Heirs of Eternal Silence Prismatic fragments of glass......Read the rest...

...I recall an earlier city than this, that smaller metropolis had to be plugged into black handsets for distant listening. Often, I think that his city is a concrete megaphone, one we have made f......Read the rest...

...We’re playing the long game. We share things, we’re lovers, we slip in and out of each other’s lives like jackets hanging on the back of a door. Relationships are like instruments, they must b......Read the rest...

...In the depths of nights shades, lies the underworld roots of tentacles and rakes of spades. This darkness creeps and crawls, Whispers and echoes screams of a fall. But not until the error is inla......Read the rest...

...“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” - Khalil Gibran I am a delicate deck of cards, alabaster roots, tossed across t......Read the rest...

...There's no need to be alarmed, I'll wake up anyway, perhaps today they won't hassle me, it will be better day; ship was sinking, englishman said: 'Women and children first, american said: '---- th......Read the rest...

...Your love is like a river peaceful and deep, like a secret I just can’t keep, like the shearing of a sheep, like taking a leap, like my hand falling asleep, your love is like the sand of the sea......Read the rest...