Poker Poems

Poker poems bring the best collection of short and long poker poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great poker rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these poker poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on poker are here for you.

I Am A Poker Face

I Am A Poker Face prose poem

Yes yes,  its me, the face with no feelings It helps me a lot when in public dealings I show I am happy,when inside I am crying When I am hurt and down, as if I am dying When I

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Poems containing references to : Poker

Cartographers of Consciousness

Cartographers of Consciousness long poem

The train has already departed, From the country that they call yesterday, Into the territories uncharted, Leaving behind the remains of the day. Leaving behind the sobbing hills and churches, And nurseries full of sighing, And forests of ashen pines

Needles and Pines

Needles and Pines short poem

Jesus in the devil’s dress- I call you needles and pines…creature of flesh, no flowers, brown eyes or dyed eyes, I rock you into your foundation tonight, no clouds hover in your heart, a binding of mint moss around, your

Smack Dashed Me

Smack Dashed Me short poem

May be a tight smack was a requisite. I needed to perk up and get going It’s been too long that I weep for Reviling myself For everything For nothing For something Which I was not liable! Tears ran down

Share Unfair

Share Unfair short poem

Regardless of contentions being branded reprobate Carried on just believing a share of my dished fate Others with own schema never once looked behind Kept waiting in expectancy but bliss was hard to find Harsh while in beginning then slowly

Profound negotiations through tight situations

Profound negotiations through tight situations short poem

Minor casualties dredging towards delicate situations It is a fool’s choice to be seeking binding sensations Regardless to say, this is a mythomane and moments of despondancy loom over in shame Untouched withdrawals nesting in places of repression and segregation

Wonderment At Existence

Wonderment At Existence elegy

With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances that any thing 2 be born this way as a poker face Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of

Harry the Mole

Harry the Mole poetry books

About the book – Ray Mootrey, first time author and poet has captured elements of new-age spirituality in an exciting post-apocalyptic science fiction fantasy. HARRY THE MOLE is an epic poem; the story of a reluctant hero who overcomes his

The Other Side Of Truth

The Other Side Of Truth short poem

I don’t like the sound of lies But I myself speak one or two With a poker face many times Hiding the truth through and through Still I preach honesty Like I am a saint and divine Pretending to stall

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Fly On The Wall

Fly On The Wall short poem

The pen picked a fight with the paper The four walls looked on in disdain The pen broke its nib in the caper But inflicted a horrible stain The pen lay there battered and broken The paper had two big

Lost Battle

Lost Battle short poem

Victories out of lost battles… Soundless sighs of unwelcomed past… Past that tried to travel to future… Future of those who were busy… Busy with their lives… Lives they meant by dreams… Dreams out of their sleep… Sleep that never

A Letter To Our Mother Earth

A Letter To Our Mother Earth short poem

Mother this is a pardon letter, Since what we have done against you is bitter. Being masters, We have hurt pastures. We have filled the earth With dirt. We remembered technology But forgot zoology. We fought for a piece of

An Innocent Prisoner’s Life

An Innocent Prisoners Life short poem

An innocent prisoner in the cage, Waits for his age to pass, He writes something on a page, I think those are count of the days, Which he is spending in the cage, When the sun begins to set, He

Cacophony within

Cacophony within prose poem

As the dusk sets in reluctance envelopes me pestering me and asking me the same question again And again. I ignore, unwillingly check-out drag my vehicle ahead, but the slightest touch of wind drifts me, scares me and travels me

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way short poem

The blind man covered in tattoos is being escorted across the street by a barmaid drunk on fumes her shoes leaving sticky impressions every step she takes and talks the things she’s seen all evening – fights that almost took

A Poem From Mud Poetry By Doug Jackson

A Poem From Mud Poetry By Doug Jackson elegy

And with a gust of defeat; the future seems familiar. Has the oneness forgotten about me? The interconnectedness of futile Embellishments followed by straights of garbage, lack-luster trash, soul-less sirens of shit-laced spines, irrelevance, trains without brakes. Exposure, death, the

State Of Birth

State Of Birth prose poem

M portrays my feeling of MISSING something that I never had, and could never see; The feeling that people were always MOVING away from me; The feeling that MONEY would never come my way, but only flee. I is for

Entity

Entity short poem

One look at me is all they need To assume and to believe There’s not enough of me The flaw is obvious, “you’re so short”, they all agree! It’s such a glaring defect that little else counts. The deception is

A Handful Of Victories

A Handful Of Victories short poem

Where death and exotica meet, life stands naked in midst of our sacred hymns, Shadow fighting is not actuality. An essay on truth fades. Someday I will pull down the curtain. At the end of the road, death waits, apologizing

Cold Season

Cold Season long poem

That vibration has come again if I were a car a driver might say there’s an issue with the spark or with the compression because judging from the size of my tank there’s plenty of fuel I’m suffering from disjointed

Her First Smile

Her First Smile short poem

Suddenly it so happened Our vision collided…. A pause for a moment Like it had stuck in time… You stood there only for second But it seemed to last forever… Snapping into reality You kept on walking on… Dumbfounded I

Hope

Hope short poem

Sore soul seeking for help, Thus before him, confess Bridges badly broken to carry on Oppressed mind through criticism Weaknesses to hinder positivity But, hope on Majority accounts no space for worthy Behind one’s back, they swear Fallen and rose

Suicide

Suicide long poem

I feel the pain come over me, I wonder what I have done for this to be You lived, a life of sadness Leading you to do what you thought was best Why did it happen to you, I still

Davy’s Plan

Davys Plan prose poem

One day as I was walking On a long and lonesome road, I saw an old dilapidated house Which once was someone’s abode. There as I knocked the front door It came as a big surprise, As an old man

What Makes You Truly Happy?

What Makes You Truly Happy? long poem

What makes you really happy? Happiness is so subjective to what is in our hearts That some say it is going to see the Great Canyons or a necklace made of pearls Yet to others it is driving a Lamborghini

Loving Love

Loving Love prose poem

We are socialized to obsess. Urban dictionary claiming it a synonym to the lost verb motivated. Treasure hunters for the GOLD at the end of the not so rainbowed pathway. Cartographers. Our lives a premeditated meditated analyzed strategic journey, consulting,

The Poetry Of Life

The Poetry Of Life long poem

I feel the tiredness of my years, those quiet times when breath appears in melting mosaic imagery, upon the mirrors of a sea that only calls so many names, through pious sunlit tortured flames that scrape themselves away from light,

April Rain

April Rain short poem

Welcome overcast sky from incessant heat Drizzle gently falling on freshly wet street Feel is overwhelming for indolence to set With drop in mercury and in rain to get wet Odd for time of year coming event it tells Rains

We All Feel A Little Lost Sometimes

We All Feel A Little Lost Sometimes short poem

Its all part of living, We all feel a little lost sometimes… Its hard to comprehend, What the mind confines… Just take a walk, Through the pines… Takes time to know, That which undermines… Don’t be afraid, Of the tangled

Salvation

Salvation short poem

From birth to death I am on alter Everything is destined then how can I falter Without no fault I am defaulter Only good faith can be exalter The creation has to follow path of creator Between good and bad

The Space

The Space long poem

The space behind my lids is empty- A void that I wallow in, Till the dawn of a new day. Wrapped in my delirious loam of comfort, I tranquilly lay, Wafting in the highest of all heavens, Nothingness and escapism

The Unconquered

The Unconquered elegy

Shrinked and Unkindled my Mind’s eye cowered Until a Sudden spark got its flame uncovered A heart of love his most prized possession On a Hilltop shining,his unclaimed position world’s blacked out words bland out Hearts bled out Yet tears

Limited

Limited short poem

sensations sense the limited bound by the apertures that read time my conditioned mind interprets the words that come through in streams, as lines of information a matrix of data, through the windows of the sensual eyes, my faded account

I Will Glow More

I Will Glow More short poem

A river was frozen in my chest, O God – I choose a burning boat to reach you. My planet has become a broken bridge. Voiceless hymns are haunting me. Standing in a remote village of words, my poetry beside

Breaking News: “There Is Rainfall In My Mind.”

Breaking News: There Is Rainfall In My Mind. short poem

Breaking news: There is rainfall in my mind, bringing all memories of the past down to my feet! My paper boats had reached the far oceans, in my childhood, never to come back. They took away my childhood with them

Warped Perception

Warped Perception short poem

While dabbling in multitude a peculiarity stares in face Most of indulgent revelry is mislaid and out of place On probing deep recesses what really comes to fore All evident is make believe and hollow at deepest core Pretentious seems

Be You! On Your Own!!

Be You! On Your Own!! short poem

You can see million miles away But you fail to see the inside way You show more care to be clean at outside Than purity towards your inside You can study the mind of others But you never bother to

Meeting God

Meeting God short poem

If we look outside God is hypothetical Will face just a mirage Search will be critical. None could find outside Search remained futile Because He is inside Peep in for a while. If unable to look in Look at the

King Kendrick

King Kendrick short poem

The Butterfly has awoken And rightfully emerged from his cocoon What makes it so beautiful is Not the wings or image Of itself But the beauty of its flawlessness Mindset in this breath Taking shattering world It already being so

Old Man Zombie

Old Man Zombie long poem

couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues… through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears gets into his boat and