Game Poems
Old Days
by Pijush Biswas
We had long, long days to play
When old friendship was sumptuous;
Now, twenty and seven autumns away
I stand, and all gently pass.
Now the bridge stands still
Until white swans come under it
Though they can do to it's fill
And we, sombrely counted unfit.
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The treasure of happiness
by Priya Goel
It is a feeling of joy,
Everyone has, girl or a boy.
It teaches us important things,
Being happy gives us wings.
It helps me be calm,
That most things lie in my palm.
Happiness is a kind of game,
Often guides us towards our aim.
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Childhood Game
by Pijush Biswas
There was a pond dried with summer heat
Where grew Kashful, long, too long to play;
Under the azure skies, near our school
Happily we spent days beyond the clay- -
Nor we agitated birds, nor did they cheat.
When the surging Cuckoo song in the air
Were played, we the children saw aback
To see, if, there was someone fool
Who could have taken it a musical track
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The Game
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
I was driving down Park Avenue...
On a cold and rainy night...
Heading over to the Union League Club...
To chill and maybe get a little tight...
Sipping on my Pappy Van Winkle...
Smoking a fine Montecristo No. 2...
In walked some high society twins...
Looking for something fun to do...
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Yayu's AI Water and Fire
by Yayu Uppsurya
In shadows deep where quiet whispers dwell,
The water flows with secrets of the past,
A mirror holds the tales that none can tell,
Yet in its depths, our fragile fates are cast.
As flames arise in fervent, wild embrace,
They devour dreams, turn laughter into ash,
While water cools the heat of lost disgrace,
In turbulent streams, our sorrows clash.
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Yayu's AI Water and Fire
by Yayu Uppsurya
In shadows deep where quiet whispers dwell,
The water flows with secrets of the past,
A mirror holds the tales that none can tell,
Yet in its depths, our fragile fates are cast.
As flames arise in fervent, wild embrace,
They devour dreams, turn laughter into ash,
While water cools the heat of lost disgrace,
In turbulent streams, our sorrows clash.
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Sportive Spirit Brings Merit
by mv venkataraman
Try to be usefully ever active,
Offer help whenever possible,
Be creative as well as sportive,
God will bless though invisible,
Do something that is superlative,
To make success to you liable,
Let approach be positive,
It will make all schemes viable,
Being confident is imperative,
To achieve tasks so formidable,
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A Childhood Day
by Pijush Biswas
It was a childhood day still I remember
It was a childhood day of listening story
About the far-off dune, or about Tiger, Lion and Bear
It was a day to play under sun and rain, not worry
I went to my maternal grand-pa's house
And the day inclined lately, and fast aslept the night.
There, we were clinged to play unto the evening
Or, enjoyed myriadly hung-on cherries.
While climbing everyone on it's string
Saved one, to enjoy it upon ferries;
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Old Days
by Pijush Biswas
We had long, long days to play
When old friendship was sumptuous;
Now, twenty and seven autumns away
I stand, and all gently pass.
Now the bridge stands still
Until white swans come under it
Though they can do to it's fill
And we, sombrely counted unfit.
......
Childhood Game
by Pijush Biswas
There was a pond dried with summer heat
Where grew Kashful, long, too long to play;
Under the azure skies, near our school
Happily we spent days beyond the clay- -
Nor we agitated birds, nor did they cheat.
When the surging Cuckoo song in the air
Were played, we the children saw aback
To see, if, there was someone fool
Who could have taken it a musical track
......
