Games Poems

Games poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of games poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on games are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Dirty Games

Dirty Games short poem

People play the dirty games, all for little fun or some fame. They hide behind the fake smile, deceiving the look in their eyes. They fail to hear the human heart, so miserably they tear it apart. Their empty laughs

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Punishment

Punishment short poem

My father beat me that flat arc celluloid comets white and orange clattering into corners flat thwack the vengeful ball finding my belly he’d run me all around the table drowing in sweat blistering feet he’d cheer my points then

A Secret Game

A Secret Game long poem

She wants to be remembered, A chant, a whisper, a name, She thinks to herself that if she really shut her eyes, Would the world notice she is gone? All the she hears are raindrops against the roof The rustling

Snakes And Ladders

Snakes And Ladders long poem

We played the game, threw the dice at times we got lucky with the game. although caught in a web of lies… though a picture locked in a frame. Life gave pain, left us with misery, and empty people fought

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Life In A Light

Life In A Light long poem

When benevolent rain God showered his furious benevolence … …. life in a light flickered and died a sudden death!!! When scorched Earthlings pinned, prayed and got an ass and a frog married to sate the rain God.. He poured

The Banyan Square

The Banyan Square short poem

Vines entwined, in engrossing weaves. Lush green branches, on archaic trunks. A specter familiar, charmingly exotic, Gazing I stand, recollecting the years. A vision, of some evening, eons back.. Kids’ playful frolic, and cheers lively. Carefree days, romping round the

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering

A sonnet of waiting and other types of flowering sonnet poems

Don’t let your heart become a paper boat sailing towards childhood, Towards the harbor of its never returning fragrances, Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

Demise Or Compromise

Demise Or Compromise ballad

Just like the morning breeze; He comes and goes leaving me to maybe’s. It’s so easy to keep telling one to try; But I’m done asking in vain with your lies. Can’t wait no more as I am out of

My Soul, My Strength

My Soul, My Strength long poem

It has weakened my body, Made me a slave of medication, A mockery of the society, Isolated from others, Have missed childhood games, Missed the love of my age mates, Always on treatment, I feel like an experimental object, So

Here Flies Snow, An Idyll Interlude.

Here Flies Snow, An Idyll Interlude. short poem

(With a cup of coffee in my hand, looking out the large window, there could be no other thought on my mind, but to write on this beautiful vision) The dainty flurries, swiftly flooding the skies… Snowy pearls, golly what

What Are We

What Are We short poem

We clear up lands of forest primeval Only to plant new ones for survival; Leaders scheme to modernize their nation Others hold back, crying conservation; Settlers would get land appropriations While natives move into reservations; We dig canals, but cover

Fog

Fog ode

‘Don’t create fog’, covering truth, people say, afraid of fog, For me, the invisible beauty, nothing to cover, but be here, With me, at least in the morning and evening, as my love, To cover ourselves, as we walk, embracing

Two Little Twittering Twitters

Two Little Twittering Twitters short poem

Two little twittering twitters Two little twittering twitters hop in and hop out never stopping for a moment rest they know not, play they must chomping away on munches differ they though in tastes share they without fail funny games,

Walking On The Road Ahead

Walking On The Road Ahead prose poem

They call it On to the quest of mysterious life; I have unlocked many treasures. Each one has its own story, Each one has its own say. Some gave me pleasures immense; Others chased the journey of woods intense. They

I long to be little

I long to be little short poem

A giggle here a giggle there, Wish I was little again, Would have cared less, About the strain and the pain Built castles in the sand, And waited for waves to erase, Would have ambled off in greens, Been lost

Zaahir: The Quest For The Lost Emerald

Zaahir: The Quest For The Lost Emerald long poem

A frisson, a shiver, a sense of calm Settled on his shoulders as he espied The River of Remembrance, ‘twas a balm To his soul, so weary, he cried “I am saved, I am saved from this dark place I

School

School short poem

What a fascinating place is this school a place where we learn something cool the place where we learned to write the place where the first day was fright the teachers who selflessly teach us the children might turn out

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Truly, Madly, Deeply short poem

You can see me walking alone, You can see me eating alone, You can see me working alone, But you can’t see my feelings. You can hear me sing, You can see me smiling, You can feel my hands holding

Me, The Big Girl Now Mumsy!

Me, The Big Girl Now Mumsy! short poem

“A kid’s world, when growing up to be a confident girl, after passing the toddler phase”. I am such a big girl now, dear mommy Yippee, I can play with me now so easy But, I still love your warm

Wait For The Call

Wait For The Call short poem

Don’t let you heart become a paper boat sailing Towards childhood, Towards the harbour of its never returning fragrances. Don’t float towards its crescent moons if you could, Or the enchanting crooning of its past tenses. Don’t become an interpreter

Years Long Past

Years Long Past prose poem

I walk past the old football field, empty, no gladiators, no cheering crowds. PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM BACK, PUSH THEM WAY BACK! Just echoes of the games once played. Just memories of those standing, watching the turmoil on the

Like A Moth To Your Flame

Like A Moth To Your Flame short poem

I thought I must be crazy, Becoming too attached to someone I can never see. And it’s difficult to believe, You could become just as attached to me. Drawn to your fire, Like a moth to a flame. On and

To Whom This May Concern

To Whom This May Concern short poem

It’s coded in war games: Bombs will have the enemies’ names Etched on them, synonymously And anonymously; For worse false or better true Bombs know neither me nor you And so have not recourse To feel pity or remorse; Bombs

My Beautiful Four Legged Companion And Friend.

My Beautiful Four Legged Companion And Friend. long poem

Ruby by name and as precious as the stone With her in my life I’m never alone My ruby isn’t a stone she is my rock Undivided love I just can’t knock My Ruby isn’t red although she does shine

Yes……he Came Back To Me

Yes......he Came Back To Me long poem

In death bed, I was, when he first came to me breathing my last Entangled by tubes… Disentangling memories He came in through the windows As the doors were ajar He struggled hard to reach me But he made it

Give Me Some Poison To Live

Give Me Some Poison To Live short poem

Give me, some poison to live, I had been dead for many years. I burn my hands on a flame, blank space has started talking. I am ill at ease – My lips are not moving. The pellets, the bullets,

Time Wasters

Time Wasters short poem

The past that we lived in can not be regained. All kids’ lives are being drained By sitting at the computer playing video games The screens are leeches that suck kids’ life away And yet kids continue to play, Ignore

Shoemaker

Shoemaker short poem

People appreciate your work when you die. Or they praise with grudging admiration. So my words make them envy, before I say goodbye, I might as well burn them alive. I cut box and add excit to ing, Inexplicable, take

Summer

Summer prose poem

With sticks and stones, to pass our time, we roamed the countryside. Like our mouths, the earth was dry. The sun poured down on our joy ride. Summer holidays always bruised my ankles and my knees. Once it gave me

Point A

Point A prose poem

If I were to be born to you, point B… I’ll take my first breath and the sound you’ll hear will be a war cry. And I’ll be up on my feet before the cord is cut. I will slice,

Nothing But A Childhood Dream

Nothing But A Childhood Dream short poem

You ask me if I love you, I say I love you More than words can say and I will until my Dying day but I lie, it’s just a lie but I Don’t want to see you cry so

Bare Flesh On Sand

Bare Flesh On Sand long poem

Their fingers gently interlocking, each clasped the other’s hand. In silence whilst they slowly walked, on the soft, warm, evening sand. Just an occasional inquiring glance, into the other’s eyes. Spirits in a romantic waltz, such depth of feeling a

Tears

Tears elegy

Tears, the salt of our soul, overflow Between life and death, recalling sweet Memories and dreams of the past, Flushing out from eyes, cleaning dejection And depression, to rejoice fulfillment, With battles, hazards and agony we had. Recalled my old

When I Lay In Rest

When I Lay In Rest long poem

When I lay in rest And now the cycle again, Turns on when, I lay in rest Under the almond blossoms, in the chest. I travel back through the narrow lanes, Of my mind Into the chuckles and games- That

Web Of Lies

Web Of Lies prose poem

I am caught in your web of lies. All these games you play I despise. Where is your heart? That’s something you must decide. Unanswered questions lay on my mind..and make me worry from time to time. I look at

A Dive Into Poet’s Mind

A Dive Into Poets Mind prose poem

The day I started writing poetry I stopped reading books As after that I started reading Many other things Like a person, birds and animals Sometimes I read trees, Sometimes a lake, Sometimes the whole nature My games have also

Wishing On Stars

Wishing On Stars short poem

Well there is more to me than meets the eye but it seems like nobody can see the beauty inside…I’m so sick and tired of players and their games it’s enough to make you wanna give up on love but

In The Cacophony Of Conspiracies

In The Cacophony Of Conspiracies ballad

The fear is creeping inside with every single step I take Seems like everyone is going to hurt and their sympathies are fake With broken dreams and a heavy heart, I still hope to find solace Though in the past,

The Teacher

The Teacher short poem

A day of birth comes the Joker The world a perfect teacher for the beginner From four to two becomes a humble starter A novice set sail amidst pressure Floating with the tides devoid of disaster A crystal clear mind

Begone Days

Begone Days short poem

BEGONE ERA Memories of Childhood are like a shining diamond in the chain of events Children of different era have different set of memories Tested and cherished children’s games of one particular era are sure to supercede games of the

Foundation Day

Foundation Day short poem

On 11July, 1994 a legacy was born Holding lovely roses without any thorn Lighting many caves which were forever dark; With Cherian, Anandi and Varsha named spark. Though small and fragile earlier in nature She never let any student see