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Carmella Rose Jul 2020
men are amazing
‘til one draws the game
and one burns a skin

i love your foolish words
and how you think
you cured me with ‘em
you thought a queen would vow?
yes, but never to a piece of pawn
of the enemy, only to the her king

calls, morning texts, goodnights
oh how i love them
sweet, vulnerable, innocent moments

you’ve got everything fit to ******
the crown but wait—
i am the crown,
built with steal of broken hearts
and mental shocks

if you think i am madly in love
well think again
salts can be deceiving as like a sugar
you know i’ve got a long list of ex lovers
all of em turned to ashes
because each ones i’ve burned quite well
from ashes to roses they all come back at once

begging for my love,
because never once i chased
and if we’re on a long ride
baby it’s gonna be hell

this is my game of love
it will leave you with a nasty scar
you won’t forget this angelic face
i’ll leave you wanting more.
the girl who once fell in love, now plays the game of hearts, she’s stronger and undestructable, one heartbreak could really change you and it’s been a torture to fall again.
George Krokos May 2020
The wheel of Karma has many sides and layers
and in a person’s life involves numerous players.
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
KM Hanslik Oct 2018
Don't you wanna
take the light out of my eyes
doesn't the cold air make you wanna
spread me out into the thinnest version of myself?
Water-down, thinnest version
I think the other player's winning
I think my head is still spinning
bring out something warm in me.
Tanay Sengupta Sep 2018
As the moon shines
And the stars decorate the sky,
A lonely owl hymns
While the bats fly.
Lightning bugs scatter around
Like will-o'-the-wisps at night,
Without any sound
Oh, what a delight!
The neighbour's hound is on guard
She will not allow anyone to pass,
No one is allowed in her yard
At this hour, only a fool will walk on her grass.
Her howl pierces the air
Bringing an end to the silence,
She announces she won't share
She will not tolerate any form of violence.
Across the street, few floors above
Two players are taking their turns,
In the famous game of push and shove
While a tiny candle burns.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved
As usual, I will not explain this poem. I think it is evident by now that I won't explain any of my poems to you. I want you to perceive it the way you want to. Happy reading!
Lora H A Apr 2018
Your voice filtered into my veins,
I feel your soul
screaming making no sense at me.

I draw hard reality
I´m fated to make noise.
In this hypocrisy
covered in silence.

We use to be heroes,
and now it´s us
who are need to be saved.

Interesting irony,
understand life´s game.
Realize that we are just players.

-Losing games.
Tina Jean Mar 2018
Cards have always been my favorite game
When I pull my last card it’s no wonder it’s at your heart I aim
I will break down the walls you put so high
Lure you into deceit
Whisper lies in your ears that are oh so sweet
Let me get you drunk off the idea of love
Play with your heart like a fiddle
Confuse you with my words like a riddle
Let me wipe away the tears that I will make you shed
Comfort you on and on to only later take you to my bed
To me you are just another card on the deck and it seem to be joker
I enjoyed all the fun and laughter
Trust me I enjoy the whole experience fully
But just so you know you have been played by yours truly
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Exploring curiosity
Different world with the same moon

Spectators and Players
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
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