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Poem Details | by Tom Cunningham |
Categories: death, games,


Nero’s citizens enjoyed games of death
People and beasts for their sadistic fun
Animals and slaves drawing their last breath
Death in the arena, no place to run.

Gladiator fights were the ultimate
Hero worshipped champions of the gore
A sword thrust or spear sealed many ones fate
Crowds roared approval and called out for more.

Was man against man with sword, net and spear
Fight to the death, only one would remain
Experts in combat, none showed any fear
The loser on the ground writhing in pain.

Thumbs down, thumbs up victor looked to Nero
Thumbs up, swings sword crowd have a new hero.

Poem Details | by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: blue, death of a friend,

Board Games of our Youth B

Been about seven years
since iv'e seen them 
hanging like burnt grapes
deep in the throat of memory.
Black tie, black pants. black shoes
to go with the black smile of tomorrow's blues.

Close to a hundred years she lived take or give,
fifty people or so left to live in her wake...
funny little equation
get together over of buffet of death
blue words dance from ice blue faces
ancient hiccups to soothe the ages.

Ashes to ashes dust to dust
the grave digger leans into his spade
we've lingered much to long...
in the blackest of the blackest day

in the backwoods of the closet 
to frolick with the puzzle 
and board games 
of my youth.

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: allegory, analogy, eulogy, games, grief, imagery, simile,

The Hunger Games Continue

The Hungry Games Continue…

In a rose monkey moment
Hungry rides its pale horse
Into the sunset—Stunned;
Basketball bellies 
Refuse to deflate 
Even in death.
The hunger games continue…

Poem Details | by Maz Zie |
Categories: absence, break up, children, death of a friend, fantasy, games,


An Unlikely pair
We're in the same place
You're lonely, I'm unhappy
But Never face to face

We revert back to childhood
In a silly, fancy world
Of creatures and goblins
Healers and Knighthood

For a moment we are carefree
and filled with excited reactions
Me, for a chance to help
You, for a strange attraction

We laugh and meet new friends
If you die, I cast spells of resurrection
Even blindness, for us
Is not a permanent affliction

Now it's time to say Goodbye
As the fun has ended
It's time to give it a try
It's time for Real Life

Poem Details | by Michelle Pryor |
Categories: death, life,

Mind Games

Bad thoughts racing on
sweet will drip from my nervousness
so life starts to fade

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: beach, bereavement, boat, boy, celebration, friendship, fun, games, green, mystery, nature, old, places,

Lolli dolli












be tie.



add tries.

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: august, betrayal, break up, change, first love, forgiveness, games, goodbye, grief, hope, i am, imagery, places, poets, proposal, spoken word, storm, teacher, war, wind,

Not like this


intimating sanctions,

sailing you to make-shifts,

assailing with blank lips-

I rock Hetty,
while she make's a day-list,

I'm rock steady,
but she's having her hanky tins.

We both have a family-
they all have flailing limbs,

why can't we get along on a train we ask?

But soon lose to space ships

Poem Details | by shane solomon |
Categories: death, fantasy,

Fowl Games

The wicked crow stared through my window
Cawed and beckoned with teasing eyes
Letting his beak tap lightly
Soaring through the darkness
Bringing with him Death
To steal a life
Take a soul

Poem Details | by Brittany Larson |
Categories: death, fantasy, life, science fiction,

The Hunger Games

Enter the Arena

Buckle down






A gong sounds

We're off


The Hunger Games have begun!


Blades of swords crashing

Arrows whizzing



Away from the cornacopia


Blood splatters,staining the earth

Bodies splayed on the ground


Some survive

Other die right off hand


Only ONE left to be the victor

Welcome to the Hunger Games...



Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: death, flower, games, humor, parody, sad, war,

Winkers Are Not Soldiers, Yet We Die

[with apologies to Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae]

We are the winkers! Short days ago,
We played all night, until dawn's glow,
Squopped and were squopped: for here we go
In the Fields of Winks, to hop them low.

Poem Details | by Travis Klein |
Categories: angst, beauty, bereavement, change, farewell, games, girlfriend,



	Fight for the barrage of snowflakes begins,
Their primary intention is to take over and to win,
	The troops rush in only to dissipate,
The successors expediently charge in t’were fate,
	Racing in with a fierce fight,
Taking life and causing it to turn white,
	Unlike a maverick,
These experienced soldiers reek havoc,
	Smothered in a big, white blanket,
So that the opposition is now overtaken,
	They fictitiously presume they’ve won,
Oh  No, but look here comes the sun. 

Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein

Poem Details | by CHICANO EDDIE |
Categories: boyfriend, death, games, girlfriend, night, nonsense, pain,



whores by the millions
smiling as you sharpen the knife
ready to stab me inside my wound

one man murdered your mentality
I now pay for it
it is a gift I can’t return

the reflection holds your regret
you wait to return the favor
love is the fire that burns you

I can’t say I don’t feel your anger
I myself have held regret
it’s in our blood

but not everything is pain
there has always been good
that’s why we keep trying

we’re wired differently
each of us adapting to our frowns
all we can do is live in what was

By: Chicano Eddie

Poem Details | by Travis Klein |
Categories: allusion, bereavement, cat, change, games, girlfriend, imagery,



She had the love as she purred like a motor
She got yet closer and closer toward your vulnerably,

She slowly tried to get your trust, trying her hardest
Just to take the life and soul from your animalistic body,

Kean and cleaver, baiting the trap
You surely could never resist and wouldn’t resist,

One touch, look, and smell of her feline body
Was all it took to catch its desired prey any time,

The prey unknowingly was being seduced by the feline
Draining its self worth, pride, and honor in a passive way,

But it wasn’t really passive, just looking passive-like
The feline was deceiving its prey all along.

Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein

Poem Details | by Lena Marshburn |
Categories: brother, dark, death, games,

Mind of The Jester

Who do I greet in the hour of might
Who do I call with my knife in the night
When do I watch as they they fall to their knees
Well anytime, says I; that is, if you please.
How do I give to darkness of mind
With dagger and ladder; up I had climbed
what do I say to the madness within
"Coming Mother", and so I did end
To the Void and Sithis all do bend.

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: anger, character, conflict, games, grief, stress,


It’s hard to fathom
What grandiose thrill
He can possibly get
From making her so angry

He’s the epitome of stupidity
With air bubbles for brains
And so particularly proud
Of getting under her skin

What could he possibly gain from
People thinking he’s so stupid
Yet she continues to play 
Right into his sick silly game

Nothing but a pest hovering around her
Pray tell, for heaven’s sake
I'm curious ~ What ever will it take
To have him and his game go away 

Posted on September 18, 2018

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: betrayal, children, corruption, dark, death, games, irony,


licking your lips
eyeing future assets
easy and unearned

Posted on November 7, 2017

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death, games, life, voyage,

ashen skies

beneath ashen skies i walk on
though the shadows of darkened days
where in life's game i am the pawn
moving about within its haze

i shift about as if strided
beneath ashen skies i walk on
in shallow steps my feet guided
towards the depths of unlit dawn

with clouded masks and tears now drawn
i steadily trudge through this mist
beneath ashen skies i walk on
towards death somewhere in its midst

yet as i start to fall off course
my strength within tells death be gone
then guides me with an unseen force
beneath ashen skies i walk on

january 25, 2020

distant refrains contest
sponsored by Joseph May

Poem Details | by Cynthia Alvez |
Categories: death,

Word Games

I  -  I said
We -  He  said
We - I  said
Now,  I  like  that,  He said...
I  Love  You! -  I  said...
He  smiled  and 


Poem Details | by denis bruce |
Categories: games, life,

Life and Death

If you wish to remain sane
Let no pain enter your brain.
Life is but a passing breath
That game spins on  life and death

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, games, life, metaphor,


verdict awaiting the flip of a coin
withered in cold november winds
your eyes devoid of luster
has life teetering on the edge
a spin of the roulette
straight up
inside bets
against the odds
reminds us
the head croupier
up in the sky
is the one
calling all the shots

Submitted on February 24, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (FEB 26) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted on February 23, 2021