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Playing the game...A poem

Updated on August 14, 2012



With mystery and grace she catches the eye

Her steps always just one move ahead

Of the many men that desperately try

To claim more than just her bed


Charming, seductive and proud

She leads them in her merry game

Her heart forever hidden by a smile bold

Kept safe from any true claim


Yet as the years roll by

The game never seems to end

And slowly the sparkle fades form her eye

As it becomes harder to pretend



That she too yearns for more

Then just the endless sea of faces

That come and go through her door

But still to the game she clutches


Uselessly protecting her lonely heart

She keeps pushing them away

Having no idea on how to start

Stopping the game she feels she must play


Her smile never fades

And no one gets in

She lets the years become decades

Her whole life filling with sin

Alone and now old

Her charm and beauty lost

Lying in her big empty bed, tears cold

Her heart breaks, paying the final cost

© K.A.E Grove


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    • nighthag profile image

      K.A.E Grove 4 years ago from Australia

      I have to agree better to lose in love then never love at all, and your right who would want to miss out on the wonder if new love :)

      I am so glad that enjoyed this, thank you

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      D.Juris Stetser 4 years ago from South Dakota

      I agree... better to lost than never ever have loved....I find loving so fascinating..what it does to our mind, our body, our common sense....

      I just love this poem nighthag. thanks so much for sharing it.

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      K.A.E Grove 5 years ago from Australia

      Thank you! I am pleased you liked it :)

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      Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

      So beautiful!!!

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      Nikki Wicked 6 years ago from Louisiana

      me too!

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      K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia

      love can be scary, but i agree with you, Love is most often worth all the risk that it can demand, and I would rather lose in love than never have it at all...

      thanks for the comment :)

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      Nikki Wicked 6 years ago from Louisiana

      too afraid to let love in and to get hurt, she ended up hurting her self and being alone. ive been hurt many times and thats what love is. its a risk, and Ill take that risk anyday.

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      K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia

      thank you so very much, it is so very true, we do get back what we put out into the universe. I am so glad that you liked this thank you for taking the time to read it and leaving such a thought provoking comment,

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      Xavier Nathan 6 years ago from Isle of Man

      You say it very well in this poem get back what you give out and though the image at the end of the poem is quite shocking I always say the old lady with the stoop you see pulling her shopping bag to the store did not wake you one morning with that stop. She worked hard at carrying the weight of the world on her back and now she has it as a permanent fixture.A great poem with a great message with relevance for everyone.Thank you. Voted up and Awesome.

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      K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia


      Thank you so much, I am very flattered that you liked this so much:)

      PR Morgan

      thrilled that you liked it, and hope you like some of my others thanks for taking the time to read over this :)

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      PR Morgan 6 years ago from Sarasota Florida

      powerful! I love this poem...I will check out more!

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      meow48 6 years ago from usa

      wowowowowow. now that is a poem. i stand in awe... thankyou.

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      K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia

      The game has always seemed hollow to me, yet at times I have to admit I can envy the excitement that it seems to bring. But in the long run I believe as you do, that being true to yourself with or without a partner is the best way of finding happiness.

      Thanks so much for the rate up I am thrilled that you liked it :)

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      Denise Handlon 6 years ago from North Carolina

      I was never one who could 'play the game'. I feel sorry for those who engage-such superficiality. Yes, I'm being a tad opionated here. There's so much more to a relationship than the external much more to life than needing to be loved by many people.

      If we live our lives in an authentic manner than we will be content knowing ourselves, and the rest will fall into place.

      Beautiful poem and I rated it awesome.

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      K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia


      Thanks for taking the time to read this,

      Growing old alone is a fear that I think many people have even if they dont want to admit to it.

      But I can see how some would find the solitude peaceful perhaps even preferable..

      Randy behaviour

      I agree that one of the most important relationships we have in this life is the one we have with ourselves, without it we are dependent on others for our inner happiness, which they will never be able to fully provide.

      thanks for reading this and leaving a thoughtful comment

      De Greek

      Thank you so much!

      When I first joined huppages I wasn't writing poetry, so its been a fantastic journey of growth for me, and supported by people such as yourself has made it all that easier and enjoyable for me

      Thrilled that you liked this, thanks

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      De Greek 6 years ago from UK

      Excellent! You are getting better and better in my humble opinion. I have danced on your buttons :-)

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Beautifully written nighthag. I don't like the idea of needing a life mate to be happy though. The relationship that most often gets overlooked is the one between us and ourselves. In my humble opinion.

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      saddlerider1 6 years ago

      Many play the game most of their lives, missing out on true love and happiness and disappear into the shadows with lost hope of finding love again.

      Growing old sucks when you don't have another person in your life to share your soul with. Yet their is also a beauty of being reclusive and alone. Many times I am very happy with my own company:0)

      Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece it hit a cord.

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      K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia

      wow, Thanks epigramman, I am thrilled that you liked this so much :)

      A.A. Zavala

      thanks for taking the time to read, I am glad you enjoyed it

      Doug Turner Jr.

      unfortunately beauty and youth doesn't last forever, and if we don't allow ourselves to love while we have the chance to find true happiness, then we are only setting ourselves up for lonely bitter years at the end...

      Glad you liked it thanks


      Thank you so much, I have never listened to Garth brooks but with lyrics like that maybe I have missed out :)

      always exploring

      I too have friends like this, and it breaks my heart for them...

      thanks so much for the visit I am glad that you liked this poem

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Geez, this is sad. I've known women like this, unable to commit, alone in their old age, scary, but a really great poem.

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      arb 6 years ago from oregon

      "and now, I'm glad I didn't know

      the way it all would end, the way it all would go.

      Our lives are better left to chance

      I could have missed the pain

      but, I would have missed the dance." from "The dance" Garth Brooks. Be well.

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      Doug Turner Jr. 6 years ago

      A sad fate that too many people find. Capitalizing on the looks of youth until... one day, the looks are gone and nothing is left but an empty shell. Nowhere did I witness this so frequently and tragically as when I lived in Los Angeles. People who made a living on their bodies and faces, clinging to those assets as they gradually slipped away, leaving them broke, alone, and bitter. Great poem.

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      Genna East 6 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      So very well done...kudos. Haunting and beautiful. The game becomes the habit and the prisoner of her heart. Voted up and awesome!

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      Augustine A Zavala 6 years ago from Texas

      Beautiful poem regarding the game. Thank you for sharing.

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      ...yes yes yes yes yes - that's 5 yes' from the epi-man on this one and I just got off the phone from the Louvre and they want to frame your poem and put in up on their wall -in the prestigious wing! And that last haunting image really shook me up - after seeing that young beautiful facade right at the beginning.

      Your words always haunt me in a very very good way - like watching a poet master at work!

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      K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia


      there is always too sides too every coin, being too scared to love and connect would have the same heart cost at the end, as playing the game, thank you so much for your insightful thoughts and the vote up, I am glad that you liked this


      It is a sad way to finish your days, alone with only your memories of what you could have had, I am glad that it has made people think, as it breaks my heart to see the sadness in the eyes of those I know who have and do live this game.

      Thank you again I am glad that you liked it even if it made you sad :)

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      K.A.E Grove 6 years ago from Australia


      the game is a crazy thing to lose yourself in I couldn't agree more, producing only loneliness for all involved. I have a few friends who were caught up in the game and it breaks my heart to see the pain they so desperately try and hide now that they are older and alone.

      I am so glad that you liked this, and the pictures too :)


      Thank you so much!

      it seems to me that the more someone has been hurt the more appealing the game becomes, become a lifestyle that soon takes control of their lives and their futures... thanks so much for taking the time to read and voting up

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      acaetnna 6 years ago from Guildford

      This was incredibly poignant. It saddened me yet made me really think. Powerful words and a beautiful poem.

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      Martie Coetser 6 years ago from South Africa

      What saddens me – even if you don’t play the game, you might end up old and alone, lying in an empty bed, paying the final cost because you haven’t played the game?

      I like the rhythm and rhyme of this poem. Voted up and up.

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      WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      Well done!

      I know of a few who have trod this path, mostly unhappy and disillusioned first marriage failures who have vowed never again to make the same mistake.

      They don't seem to realize that they are still making the same mistake over and over but without the benefit of marriage.

      Voted up, useful and awesome.

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      BenWritings 6 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

      I hate the game.

      The game can pass so many years, in an attempt to protect one's heart, and just end up wasting a life.

      This is beautiful and an interesting topic.

      Whats crazy is, despite my dislike for the game, I find myself unintentionally playing it lately.

      I liked the pictures you used. Its a very sad display of the wasted passage of time. Great work :]