The cards have been dealt,
we all have our hands,
we exchange some for others,
as we do our plans.
As we, in life are given druthers,
in emotions felt.
The cards are now dealt
I hold my playing hand,
as moments seem smothered,
by things I don't understand.
I try not to show I am bothered,
in my emotions felt.
A contest entry
- House of Cards by Zayra Yves.
525 points, ended March 21, 2007, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This has some interesting play on words and I appreciate what you managed to create from the contest theme.
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We are all the masters of our own fates..some play the cards perhaps better than others..However these faces never change..
Love this..
Thank you for sharing
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I like the metaphor you've used here and I enjoyed the rhyme. I think you probably could have expanded more on what the speaker is having a hard time with though. Then again, this is about hiding your hand and your emotions so I suppose not having all the details works in that respect. Nicely written.
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I like the metaphor. I feel you could elaborate a little- give a little more detail- about what the author is finding difficult in the game of life- and why the need to hide emotions. Thanks for sharing.
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great
i love how you compared it to playing poker,it was really creative to coem up with a methaphor like that.Is really true though,and makes yoo think about it more.keep writng and well done xx -
Like keeping a straight face when playing poker, and not letting others know what your hand is; let them try to figure what hand you have been dealt. Interesting metaphor you have used in these lines - easy to read and understand.
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Awesome, thats exactly how it feels sometimes. tons of emotion, great write
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