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Keen Jun 2016
I gambled and laid my cards
I know it wasn't enough
I know I have my ups and downs
But all I want is you.

You, who'll never be mine
You, who'll never see me
You, who'll never care for me
Still, my heart beats for you.

Staring into the sky
Thinking, does God listens to me?
Wishing, I was perfectly made to be with you.
Hoping, Someday you'll like me too.
- shn 6:13-16
complexify Apr 2016
Diamonds, spades, hearts, and ace,
Whenever I see you, my heart will race.
It happens, every time.
L Marie Apr 2016
You always called me your Queen
And said you would be my King
But in the end, I was just the Joker;
I suppose that makes you the Jack-***,
So please kiss my Ace goodbye.
Shreekant Dhuri Apr 2016
The deck was shuffled
The table was set
The players awaited
To place their bets.

As the cards were dealt
She thought of the past
Hoping a change in fortune
Maybe today, at long last.

She glanced at her cards
Felt a joyful rush
For she had been dealt
A high hand, a straight flush.

The game went on
The cards began to fold
Until left were but two
Raising the gold.

"Another raise of stakes?"
He toyed, with a smirk
"Why not?" she hit back,
His smugness drawing her irk.

She pushed all her chips
And coins forward, all in.
"I'm risking everything" she said
Wiping off his grin.

"I call it." he said
After a long searching look.
'He's bluffing' she thought
'Like a bait on a hook.'

Her hand she revealed,
Causing a moment of pause.
"That's that" he said
"It seems that I've lost."

Her leap of joy
Brought a smile to his face
The royal flush he hid
Had not gone to waste.
BrittneyForever Mar 2016
Darling, you are still missing that One Small Thing.
An Ace.
How do you get it?
Maybe a trick up your sleeve?
Or maybe some “good luck” for the guarantee?
It's my turn. I pull my card, It's just what I need!
You've got it, girl,
hold that face they can't read!
You show em your cards.
Man, you just lost.
Oh, crap, what a cost.
They had a better hand.
The best in the land.
This is the part they presume they've won.
You know this can't be fun.
Now some may have a better hand than you,
so what do you do?
Sit back and think.
Here I have a clue.
It's most intriguing. Who knew?
Maybe YOU won.
You're the one who got lucky,
lucky to learn.
You paid close attention
now it's your turn to burn.
So that One Small Thing you were missing,
was indeed a lesson to learn.
You’ve grown wiser now,
You deeply say "thank you,"
that was passed over due.
So on to the next game.
"Monsieur, how do you do?".
josh wilbanks Mar 2016
My love, my love.
You are a house made of cards.
Our love is built upon nostalgia.
I am starting to forget.
The love is fading,
The passion long gone.
It is time we acknowledge the wind has blown.
Im leaving her soon.
Francie Lynch Mar 2016
Elections
And euchre,
Chance and chaos.
Elect to make it trump,
On a hope and a prayer
Your partner tricks,
Getting tricks,
You're in a game
With one
Who's guiled
On tricks.
A great card game.
Nicole Feekes Dec 2015
The only thing that makes me different is the fact I know we're all the same.
we play the same character in this greedy game
we roll the dice and play our life’s, choose whether to do what’s right
even though it’s all the same at the end of every night
our limits our budgets are always tight
some of us rebel some of us fight
and hope that maybe the cards are in our hands tonight
Erika Castaldo Dec 2015
In the small kitchen,
A toddler sits near the window,
Laughing at the older woman across
The pile of cards at the table’s center.

The girl is older now,
Pink hair and heavy makeup
Playing a game of rummy with her
Grandmother, who looks at her with only pride.

The older woman’s hair is streaked with gray,
The girl has traded her colored hair
For black and her makeup is simple.
She has moved on to playing Poker.

The table is a mess of wedding magazines and notebooks,
The girl holds one of the magazines in her left
Hand, diamond glistening as her grandmother
Smiles to herself from behind a notebook.

The grandmother wears a lavender dress
As she fixes the girls veil.
The girl is fussing with the bouquets
Of flowers that cover the table.

The old woman sits alone at the
Table in front of a computer,
The girl is chatting excitedly,
Palm trees visible in the background.

They both sit at the table
More serious than ever as the
Girl’s hand rests on her bulging stomach.

She wears a suit while she sits
By the window, a pink car seat
Rests on the table in front of her.

The grandmother is small and shaking
With every hand she puts down.
The girl has cut her hair shorter than ever,
The same color as that of the little girl
Sitting on her lap and toying with cards.

The girl sits alone at the table,
Her eyes red and puffy from crying,
Knuckles white from clutching her cell phone
And a crib rests next to the chair.

The table is covered in flowers and gifts.
It’s surrounded by sobbing people in black.
The girl does not cry as she fixes her daughter’s
Hair by the window.
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