Poems About Luck Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about luck seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Shon
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:38pm
Yesterday 9:38pm
Into the Unknown
The day starts like
A blank canvas
I wonder what ?
Shapes & colours
The sunshine
Will bring
What joys what warmth
What feelings this day
will bring ?
The colours my mind will see
The feelings I perceive
"~It's truly down to me~"
A blank canvas
I wonder what ?
Shapes & colours
The sunshine
Will bring
What joys what warmth
What feelings this day
will bring ?
The colours my mind will see
The feelings I perceive
"~It's truly down to me~"
#karma
#luck
#mystery
#romantic
#spiritual
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Pishashee
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 10:48pm
9th Feb 2025 10:48pm
This One's For Luck
Element: Sulfer
The Voodoo Connection
Deep in the Louisiana bayou, where Spanish moss draped like ghostly whispers and the air hummed with crickets and frogs, resided Mama Sulfur, the Voodoo Queen. Her stilt shack, a vibrant patchwork of charms, herbs, and gator skulls, pulsed with raw elemental energy.
Mama Sulfur wasn't your typical voodoo queen. Her magic blended ancient traditions with the bayou's wild heart. Her parchment skin shimmered with a faint yellow glow, a reminder of the sulfur that coursed through her veins. Her piercing eyes held...
The Voodoo Connection
Deep in the Louisiana bayou, where Spanish moss draped like ghostly whispers and the air hummed with crickets and frogs, resided Mama Sulfur, the Voodoo Queen. Her stilt shack, a vibrant patchwork of charms, herbs, and gator skulls, pulsed with raw elemental energy.
Mama Sulfur wasn't your typical voodoo queen. Her magic blended ancient traditions with the bayou's wild heart. Her parchment skin shimmered with a faint yellow glow, a reminder of the sulfur that coursed through her veins. Her piercing eyes held...
#luck
#science
#sports
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Pishashee
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:09am
4th Feb 2025 3:09am
Chemistry
The train rattled softly through the Georgia pines, golden hour spilling over fields of cotton like melted butter. I was scribbling equations in a weathered notebook—half-work, half-daydream—when the compartment door slid open.
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
She entered like a controlled reaction: precise, inevitable. Her curls were auburn chaos pinned with a pencil, and her eyes held the warm, calculating gleam of a labradorite gem. A faded "Standing on the Shoulders of Giants" tote-bag hung from her shoulder, stuffed with a biology textbook and a dog-eared copy of 'Cosmos'.
“Mind if I...
#coffee
#dialogue
#fiction
#luck
#science
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 11:37am
5th Oct 2024 11:37am
beauty contest
Beauty contest (edited)
Trolls often get bad press
I met a troll sitting under a bridge
looking sad
he was kicked out of the mountain
because it had two eyes
normal trolls have only one eye
planted on the forehead
Worst of all, the unfortunate troll didn't
had a tree stuck in his long nose, ducks under
water inhale mightily and
catch trout
Goats grazing at the bank
of the stream,
but the sad troll had a phobia against
against horns
besides, he didn't like the way they stunk
Our troll wore soft...
Trolls often get bad press
I met a troll sitting under a bridge
looking sad
he was kicked out of the mountain
because it had two eyes
normal trolls have only one eye
planted on the forehead
Worst of all, the unfortunate troll didn't
had a tree stuck in his long nose, ducks under
water inhale mightily and
catch trout
Goats grazing at the bank
of the stream,
but the sad troll had a phobia against
against horns
besides, he didn't like the way they stunk
Our troll wore soft...
#apocalypse
#curse
#dystopian
#fate
#luck
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Mundus
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 1:09am
4th Aug 2024 1:09am
She
She spent her days
wishing for water
in a world of flames
Shifting shadows,
venomous voices
all around her
in wake and sleep
She couldn't
make music
of the noise
the fire made
She was
the devil's cigarette
wishing for water
in a world of flames
Shifting shadows,
venomous voices
all around her
in wake and sleep
She couldn't
make music
of the noise
the fire made
She was
the devil's cigarette
#curse
#fate
#luck #nightmares
#luck #nightmares
218 reads
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fightorflight
Disa
Disa
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 8:41pm
15th Jul 2024 8:41pm
Apple basket
Blame me when it's not up to me
No power, I'm just as helpless as all we
I never wished the world, just home and family
They say guilt doesn't help them, my second gravity
I deserve a castle as little as they do casket
I can't fix things, I only exist
Spent my last as my next wish
I'm sorry my life brings you grief, I thank the universe and know life's brief
I'm not the problems nor the solutions face
Give me mercy for what I got or it matters all the same
No power, I'm just as helpless as all we
I never wished the world, just home and family
They say guilt doesn't help them, my second gravity
I deserve a castle as little as they do casket
I can't fix things, I only exist
Spent my last as my next wish
I'm sorry my life brings you grief, I thank the universe and know life's brief
I'm not the problems nor the solutions face
Give me mercy for what I got or it matters all the same
#conflict
#grief
#inequality
#luck
#shame
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herry_the_poet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 2:58am
21st Jun 2024 2:58am
Urophagia
#fate
#luck
#nostalgia
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Maple666
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 2:11am
11th Jun 2024 2:11am
A to Z
I was on a route to A to B and got stopped by a X at road works. I felt perplexed as I had learnt my alphabet in earnest when I was small. On the way to school reciting the letters in sequence with my hand held firmly in my mother’s feeling safe and with a bit of pride. I think I am a budding genius like Roald Dahl’s is with wordplay. But nothing is as clear or uncomplicated as then or as orderly or simple.
Nobody tells you real life is not like the alphabet a structure or a formula that we all know and abide by. It’s a bit messy and contradictory it’s only when you are on your...
Nobody tells you real life is not like the alphabet a structure or a formula that we all know and abide by. It’s a bit messy and contradictory it’s only when you are on your...
#faith
#fate
#luck
#magic
#TruthOfLife
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word_circus
Poem Published
25th May 2024 3:46pm
25th May 2024 3:46pm
Thump
Bunnies thump
Cars thump
Boom boxes thump
Thump your stump
Thump your foot
Thump your thumb
Drink your rum!
Cars thump
Boom boxes thump
Thump your stump
Thump your foot
Thump your thumb
Drink your rum!
#alcohol
#luck
#universe
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 9:13am
24th Apr 2024 9:13am
the last viking
The Last Viking
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
#apocalypse
#fate
#luck #mythology
#luck #mythology
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 7:07pm
2nd Apr 2024 7:07pm
Games Within Games
Words play games with spirits on this page, existing in
our heads to tell lies of truth or laugh and cry in the
cathedral of the mind. Let sighs of wonder or silent
weeping echo and reverberate through the empty
halls of the soul as the game illuminates base desires
or honor the golden image we will never find. With
tokens of the dead we move across the table to the
rhythm of dice made of hopes and dreams as our fates
are cast across the board, landing on squares that take
our all. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred
dollars,...
our heads to tell lies of truth or laugh and cry in the
cathedral of the mind. Let sighs of wonder or silent
weeping echo and reverberate through the empty
halls of the soul as the game illuminates base desires
or honor the golden image we will never find. With
tokens of the dead we move across the table to the
rhythm of dice made of hopes and dreams as our fates
are cast across the board, landing on squares that take
our all. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred
dollars,...
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#luck
#philosophical
#karma
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