Noorie Ali

Rookie (22.07.1988 / Yorkshire)

Playful Side's - Poem by Noorie Ali

Playful minds
Players have so many kinds.
Seem to know so many Pidgins.
Have so little time.
They leap to one. then...
The second random attends, h'll insist on climbing into her.
In a short space of time like a shot he shoot up her *
They say two words of sweetness
The ladybirds then start to sob…
But why?
For they know deep down in there brain he will not last one day.
Some may know not of his playful player mind joking, mocking you.
You continue to ignore hoping everything will soon be fine
Hasn’t he crossed the line?
Surely, it must bother you.
Yet there is much he may hide.
You, avoiding that pain in you.
Bubbling in your blood stream. So red and fears with anger so steep,
You, Taking chances of all kinds.
To turn so blind.
In the love of a deceit’s eye.
So many swiftly “tricks” he has planned to your hand that shines so bright.
Smooth fingered.
Stride in your palm he shattered.
“With no care”.
He once again whispers in her fair ear, but hides his game with no shame in sight.
Takes his third naïve fly, for a tall twist ride of lies.
His babes to him are a chess board game so “Black SO White”. Squares of broken shaped hearts.
“Suddenly nobody’s cares” of his flares with honey pots.
He shared.
So long.

A player’s life finished with a mouldy messed up head!
When he dead. With no flowers on his, grave so dry and dreamless.

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  • (2/13/2010 3:40:00 PM)


    Beautiful poem illustrating the harsh game played by many (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010



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