"shuttlecock" poems - Hello Poetry

'yo be my partner' you extended your partnership i accepted it gracefully we slammed the competition tossed the shuttlecock back-and-forth, back-and-forth everyone was in shock oh how that tiny shuttlecock soared okay, let's be a little realistic... 0-3 was our score we lost in pride and in demise at least i could dream we were kind of good

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC

xoavey

A Tale of a Game of Badminton

'yo be my partner' you extended your partnership i accepted it gracefully we slammed the competition tossed the shuttlecock back-and-forth, back-and-forth everyone was in shock oh how that tiny shuttlecock soared okay, let's be a little realistic... 0-3 was our score we lost in pride and in demise at least i could dream we were kind of good

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Mayroon akong gustong ibahagi sainyo Isinulat ko lamang ito para sa mga interesado Meron na kasi akong napupusuang isang tao Pero teka lang, atin-atin lamang to Di ko alam kung paano sisimulan Pero alam kong gustong-gusto nyo ng malaman Kung sino nga ba ang aking naiibigan Kaya't heto na, inyo ng matutuklasan Sya'y isang mananayaw Napaka astig ng kanyang mga galaw At talagang siya'y mahusay Habang pinapanood ang kanyang pagganap, ako'y napapa WAW! Ako'y lalo pang humanga Nung nalaman kong sya'y manlalaro din pala Pero hindi ng feelings ah! Yung larong ang gamit ay shuttlecock at raketa Marami-rami na din akong alam tungkol sa kanya Syempre! Lagi akong updated sa kwento ng buhay nya Ayokong nahuhuli sa balita, hindi naman sa pagiging chismosa Kase baka mamaya di natin alam may jowa na pala, edi nganga! Natutuwa lang ako dahil close na kami ngayon Di ko akalain na magkakaganon Kasi dati pinapangarap ko lang yon Masaya na din, pero di na ako naghahangad ng higit pa roon Marami na pala syang naka fling Kaya ako naman noon, umaasa at nag fi-feeling Nagbabaka sakaling mapapansin nya rin Ang ganda kong walang kadating-dating Lungkot lang dahil di nya pansin Na ako sa kanya'y may pagtingin Hindi ko alam kung kailangan pa bang aminin O kaya'y akin na lamang ililihim Pagkat tungkol dyan ay di ko kayang tapatin Martir na kung martir, tatahimik na lamang at titiisin Pero maiba tayo Sa mga oras na to, Di ko alam kung lalabas pa ba ako ng kwarto O magkukulong na lang dito At saka bubuksan ang pinto pag wala ng tao Malamang nabasa na to ng mga magulang ko Kaya't ihahanda ko na ang sarili ko Pagkat mamaya pag nakita nila ako, Sasalo ako ng gabot, hampas, palo Hanggang dito na lang, Damay-damay na to!

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Nov 1, 2018

Nov 1, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC

Venusmargaret_

NADALE AKO

Mayroon akong gustong ibahagi sainyo Isinulat ko lamang ito para sa mga interesado Meron na kasi akong napupusuang isang tao Pero teka lang, atin-atin lamang to Di ko alam kung paano sisimulan Pero alam kong gustong-gusto nyo ng malaman Kung sino nga ba ang aking naiibigan Kaya't heto na, inyo ng matutuklasan Sya'y isang mananayaw Napaka astig ng kanyang mga galaw At talagang siya'y mahusay Habang pinapanood ang kanyang pagganap, ako'y napapa WAW! Ako'y lalo pang humanga Nung nalaman kong sya'y manlalaro din pala Pero hindi ng feelings ah! Yung larong ang gamit ay shuttlecock at raketa Marami-rami na din akong alam tungkol sa kanya Syempre! Lagi akong updated sa kwento ng buhay nya Ayokong nahuhuli sa balita, hindi naman sa pagiging chismosa Kase baka mamaya di natin alam may jowa na pala, edi nganga! Natutuwa lang ako dahil close na kami ngayon Di ko akalain na magkakaganon Kasi dati pinapangarap ko lang yon Masaya na din, pero di na ako naghahangad ng higit pa roon Marami na pala syang naka fling Kaya ako naman noon, umaasa at nag fi-feeling Nagbabaka sakaling mapapansin nya rin Ang ganda kong walang kadating-dating Lungkot lang dahil di nya pansin Na ako sa kanya'y may pagtingin Hindi ko alam kung kailangan pa bang aminin O kaya'y akin na lamang ililihim Pagkat tungkol dyan ay di ko kayang tapatin Martir na kung martir, tatahimik na lamang at titiisin Pero maiba tayo Sa mga oras na to, Di ko alam kung lalabas pa ba ako ng kwarto O magkukulong na lang dito At saka bubuksan ang pinto pag wala ng tao Malamang nabasa na to ng mga magulang ko Kaya't ihahanda ko na ang sarili ko Pagkat mamaya pag nakita nila ako, Sasalo ako ng gabot, hampas, palo Hanggang dito na lang, Damay-damay na to!

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In biting bitterness, in splitting Spleen. Swinging like a shuttlecock, Back and forth, upon a furry hammock: Visited by horror dreams, scaring Vision. Insomnia is torture! And the rooster hath a line drawn Against the dallying, dragging dawn.

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Feb 15, 2014

Feb 15, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC

folorunsho-obalugemo

Insomnia

In biting bitterness, in splitting Spleen. Swinging like a shuttlecock, Back and forth, upon a furry hammock: Visited by horror dreams, scaring Vision. Insomnia is torture! And the rooster hath a line drawn Against the dallying, dragging dawn.

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The undercurrents caught his drift. Threw him as a shuttlecock, chucked into the wind. The child laughed with crazy grin. He raised and drew his bow and arrow. Fired it hard. Bang on target, rising. Flying through the air. He tumbled as a limp rag, whirling to the ground. The child collected him. Dreams of pigeon pie flashed before his eyes. Gave mother the gift he had acquired. Found a number so he wired. Only found post mortem, as he grinned with childish wily eyes. For he had shot the messenger! Can you see it in your mind. Seek it out and you shall find. (c) Livvi

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC

olivia-kent

The Pigeon fell

The undercurrents caught his drift. Threw him as a shuttlecock, chucked into the wind. The child laughed with crazy grin. He raised and drew his bow and arrow. Fired it hard. Bang on target, rising. Flying through the air. He tumbled as a limp rag, whirling to the ground. The child collected him. Dreams of pigeon pie flashed before his eyes. Gave mother the gift he had acquired. Found a number so he wired. Only found post mortem, as he grinned with childish wily eyes. For he had shot the messenger! Can you see it in your mind. Seek it out and you shall find. (c) Livvi

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We spent our first night as far away from each other in his lounge. I was on the squashy coffee-coloured chair his father always sat on; you seemed continents away, on the couch on the other side of the room. We did that thing where we look at each other but turn away as soon as the other person notices. It wasn’t flirting with no words. The air was swollen with shyness. The television was on. We drank whatever fizz was placed in our hands. You were awkward and quiet and I liked that - maybe we are fascinated by people just like us. I wanted to wrap my arms around you like a blanket, but I didn’t want to close you away and vanquish the light, I wished you could have opened up. I followed you into the kitchen, my mind whirring with the possibilities, each one more unimaginable than the last. The list of ‘things I now know’ grew at a reckless pace; the chocolate mole beneath your left ear, the glint of a piercing, the Irish tinge to the accent that lodged in my head and played endlessly for hours. Then the inescapable silence. The inability to instigate. I threw a lukewarm answer back at you as if a shuttlecock barely flopping over the net. You said something about you weren’t staying long. You left the kitchen, and then I did. On the chair in the lounge we went back to snatching glimpses of each other for a handful of seconds. And I bubbled full of frustration, annoyed at my cellophane-made response, wanting to punch myself in the jaw for not being better, for not being normal in a rather normal circumstance. My eyes were sacks of rocks. You kept twiddling a strand of your hair, and the night sank like a kid dunking a plastic ship in the bath.

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May 24, 2016

May 24, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC

reece-aj-chambers

Speak Up

We spent our first night as far away from each other in his lounge. I was on the squashy coffee-coloured chair his father always sat on; you seemed continents away, on the couch on the other side of the room. We did that thing where we look at each other but turn away as soon as the other person notices. It wasn’t flirting with no words. The air was swollen with shyness. The television was on. We drank whatever fizz was placed in our hands. You were awkward and quiet and I liked that - maybe we are fascinated by people just like us. I wanted to wrap my arms around you like a blanket, but I didn’t want to close you away and vanquish the light, I wished you could have opened up. I followed you into the kitchen, my mind whirring with the possibilities, each one more unimaginable than the last. The list of ‘things I now know’ grew at a reckless pace; the chocolate mole beneath your left ear, the glint of a piercing, the Irish tinge to the accent that lodged in my head and played endlessly for hours. Then the inescapable silence. The inability to instigate. I threw a lukewarm answer back at you as if a shuttlecock barely flopping over the net. You said something about you weren’t staying long. You left the kitchen, and then I did. On the chair in the lounge we went back to snatching glimpses of each other for a handful of seconds. And I bubbled full of frustration, annoyed at my cellophane-made response, wanting to punch myself in the jaw for not being better, for not being normal in a rather normal circumstance. My eyes were sacks of rocks. You kept twiddling a strand of your hair, and the night sank like a kid dunking a plastic ship in the bath.

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MOTECUHZOMA They say the first, inchoate age of man Met its demise by monsters from the earth, The second, brought extinct through violent winds, The third by fire, the fourth by worldwide floods. This fifth and final age, as we all know, By earthquakes’ rampant motion shall dissolve. And yet, who could foresee this cataclysm Would find its epicenter in this room? For now my oscillation shakes the realm, My rattling teeth, my quivering, palsied hands, The fearful quaking of my feeble knees, So agitates the contents of the earth To pitch its crust in spasms to a wrack, And crack the planetary fundament. Ach, what a bandied shuttlecock I’ve been! But from henceforth, by heaven’s crowded hall, I’ll shake my feeble fears, or rattle all. Exit.

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Aug 11, 2017

Aug 11, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC

david-betten

The Floral War 2:8:132-48

MOTECUHZOMA They say the first, inchoate age of man Met its demise by monsters from the earth, The second, brought extinct through violent winds, The third by fire, the fourth by worldwide floods. This fifth and final age, as we all know, By earthquakes’ rampant motion shall dissolve. And yet, who could foresee this cataclysm Would find its epicenter in this room? For now my oscillation shakes the realm, My rattling teeth, my quivering, palsied hands, The fearful quaking of my feeble knees, So agitates the contents of the earth To pitch its crust in spasms to a wrack, And crack the planetary fundament. Ach, what a bandied shuttlecock I’ve been! But from henceforth, by heaven’s crowded hall, I’ll shake my feeble fears, or rattle all. Exit.

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The shuttlecock, served, Goes over the net. I'll probably lose The dollar I bet. Over the net It goes back and forth: It goes north to south, And it goes south to north. The birdie in flight Flits like a sparrow. She hits it so hard It darts like an arrow. I smack it as hard As I can possibly smack it, And, wouldn't you know it: It's stuck in my racquet.

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Apr 5, 2025

Apr 5, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC

MetaVerse

Birds of Leisure

The shuttlecock, served, Goes over the net. I'll probably lose The dollar I bet. Over the net It goes back and forth: It goes north to south, And it goes south to north. The birdie in flight Flits like a sparrow. She hits it so hard It darts like an arrow. I smack it as hard As I can possibly smack it, And, wouldn't you know it: It's stuck in my racquet.

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Come Irene! Get that racquet from the side of the tank. Your mother brought a shuttlecock from Kitale. I love this one, its heavy and a bit crooked ... just to my strength, You see, your late grandmother used the one you are holding and she played off with your grandfather on this compound years ago. What is this game called? Badminton. You just hit this conical shaped ball called a shuttlecock towards me and I hit it back your side Just make sure this ball doesn't touch the ground, It's not hard like Table-Tennis. Here goes...hit it back. You're getting it... you're doing it right... I remember it like it was yesterday, Uncle Michael and I run down the street to play, We could just run from your aunty,Gillian ...what a fast runner she is! She wrote to me last week about her cat running around the house, See, my dear Irene ,even after all these years we still keep in touch, So keep in touch with Dad wherever you go, remember your brothers and sisters, I'd love to see you go far, travel the world, Do what you love. You got a voice in there, I've heard you sing from the kitchen window, Write those songs down in your diary, Sing to me, sing to Mama, sing to everyone, sing to the world. Hey Walker, I didn't see you there...

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Jul 17, 2019

Jul 17, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC

Hansonspoetry

My Sister Called me Walker

Come Irene! Get that racquet from the side of the tank. Your mother brought a shuttlecock from Kitale. I love this one, its heavy and a bit crooked ... just to my strength, You see, your late grandmother used the one you are holding and she played off with your grandfather on this compound years ago. What is this game called? Badminton. You just hit this conical shaped ball called a shuttlecock towards me and I hit it back your side Just make sure this ball doesn't touch the ground, It's not hard like Table-Tennis. Here goes...hit it back. You're getting it... you're doing it right... I remember it like it was yesterday, Uncle Michael and I run down the street to play, We could just run from your aunty,Gillian ...what a fast runner she is! She wrote to me last week about her cat running around the house, See, my dear Irene ,even after all these years we still keep in touch, So keep in touch with Dad wherever you go, remember your brothers and sisters, I'd love to see you go far, travel the world, Do what you love. You got a voice in there, I've heard you sing from the kitchen window, Write those songs down in your diary, Sing to me, sing to Mama, sing to everyone, sing to the world. Hey Walker, I didn't see you there...

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The swing The spinning top The doll Wooden horses Battledore and shuttlecock Trumpet and drum Soap bubbles **** in the corner Blind man's buff Leap-frog Little husband, little wife The ball Please let me return To my childhood ways And the happy games We played

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Sep 15, 2020

Sep 15, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

Jeux d'enfants (Children's Games)

The swing The spinning top The doll Wooden horses Battledore and shuttlecock Trumpet and drum Soap bubbles **** in the corner Blind man's buff Leap-frog Little husband, little wife The ball Please let me return To my childhood ways And the happy games We played

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Red, but the woman with the green eyed stare said, put it there, and all on black, The house, gives losers nothing back. So I wander through the bottle neck of angels who are idly wondering who to argue with, for or against? No, me I sit upon the fence and watch the shuttlecock of arrows flow and wonder if the angels know, it's just a game, win or lose we're free to choose. I choose red time after time and always play the black, a lock? a lack when losers lose and nothing back but the experience is invaluable as a learning tool, it fools the angels into wondering and that's always worth a gamble.

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Jan 25, 2015

Jan 25, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

On the spin

Red, but the woman with the green eyed stare said, put it there, and all on black, The house, gives losers nothing back. So I wander through the bottle neck of angels who are idly wondering who to argue with, for or against? No, me I sit upon the fence and watch the shuttlecock of arrows flow and wonder if the angels know, it's just a game, win or lose we're free to choose. I choose red time after time and always play the black, a lock? a lack when losers lose and nothing back but the experience is invaluable as a learning tool, it fools the angels into wondering and that's always worth a gamble.

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