Poems About Luck Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about luck seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
more or less than more or less
when there is little
left to live for
never live
for any less
left to live for
never live
for any less
#luck
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Relativity
The course of relativity
The cause is relativity
The force is relativity
The more is relativity
The less is relativity
The best is relativity
Said to set a mini me
A head of mess is tricky see
The cause is relativity
The force is relativity
The more is relativity
The less is relativity
The best is relativity
Said to set a mini me
A head of mess is tricky see
#evolution
#fate
#LifeCycle
#luck
#nature
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Youl see.
What you see,
What you hear,
What you do,
What you don't,
What you note,
Where you book,
Where you hook, who you know
Where you are,
Where youl be,
When youl know?
Well, youl see.
What you hear,
What you do,
What you don't,
What you note,
Where you book,
Where you hook, who you know
Where you are,
Where youl be,
When youl know?
Well, youl see.
#aging
#fate
#luck #responsibility
#luck #responsibility
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don't you believe it
2:28 AM
sleep is a one way street
leading away from my
cement bed
I tell myself
dont worry...
everything
will be alright
but I'm lying to myself
like I've done so many
times over the years
thank God
no one is around
to hear
me
sleep is a one way street
leading away from my
cement bed
I tell myself
dont worry...
everything
will be alright
but I'm lying to myself
like I've done so many
times over the years
thank God
no one is around
to hear
me
#luck
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...so I did
it was a good day
to wake up after
a night without
nightmares
...so I did
it was a good day
to shower and wash
off the terror of
yesterday
...so I did
it was a good day
to go my favorite
coffee shop and
sit in my best chair
...so I did
it was a good day
to watch the faces
of people around
me a wonder about
the lives they lead
...so I did
it was a good day
to see the fist
monarch butterfly
of spring
...
to wake up after
a night without
nightmares
...so I did
it was a good day
to shower and wash
off the terror of
yesterday
...so I did
it was a good day
to go my favorite
coffee shop and
sit in my best chair
...so I did
it was a good day
to watch the faces
of people around
me a wonder about
the lives they lead
...so I did
it was a good day
to see the fist
monarch butterfly
of spring
...
#luck
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the mess
whether walking on the
dangerous icy roads of
love
or eating small Viennise
wiennies out of a tin
whether searching for
a purpose bigger than
then the pale phantoms
of dreams
or losing bits and pieces
of life to the wealth of
shadows
time has no wings, but
still flys like an angry
Falcone preying on
vermin
the beginning of the
end is the ends beginning
and is some kind of sick
joke that only the gods
could understand ...
dangerous icy roads of
love
or eating small Viennise
wiennies out of a tin
whether searching for
a purpose bigger than
then the pale phantoms
of dreams
or losing bits and pieces
of life to the wealth of
shadows
time has no wings, but
still flys like an angry
Falcone preying on
vermin
the beginning of the
end is the ends beginning
and is some kind of sick
joke that only the gods
could understand ...
#fate
#luck
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at this moment in this hour
at this moment
in this hour
sitting in my room
alone looking up as
the ceiling smiles
at this moment
in this hour
lighting another
smoke for myself
and the ghost of
Dan Fante
at this moment
in this hour
deciding there is
nothing more
important to do
then nothing
at this moment
in this hour
remembering a
hundred wars of
defeat, a hundred
wars of victory
at this moment
in this hour
the old...
in this hour
sitting in my room
alone looking up as
the ceiling smiles
at this moment
in this hour
lighting another
smoke for myself
and the ghost of
Dan Fante
at this moment
in this hour
deciding there is
nothing more
important to do
then nothing
at this moment
in this hour
remembering a
hundred wars of
defeat, a hundred
wars of victory
at this moment
in this hour
the old...
#death
#fate
#luck
#bittersweet
#risk
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The final
The strength in fraillty encircles me now
shell thin as an egg, but takes many blows
tossed in the air, see Im taking my bow
just the first set, well we`ll see how it goes
I dip and I curve to cries and great gasps
cut me with backspin just missing the net
whack me with topspin, in freedom i draught
in the dry, the warm, beats tennis you bet!
Olympics year, the grand final is on
scores are equal, but a smash wins the game
its me and the bat to wave with the gong
short lived the spotlight, brief contact with fame
...
shell thin as an egg, but takes many blows
tossed in the air, see Im taking my bow
just the first set, well we`ll see how it goes
I dip and I curve to cries and great gasps
cut me with backspin just missing the net
whack me with topspin, in freedom i draught
in the dry, the warm, beats tennis you bet!
Olympics year, the grand final is on
scores are equal, but a smash wins the game
its me and the bat to wave with the gong
short lived the spotlight, brief contact with fame
...
#luck
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Okay, Ladies. Now Is Time To Do Some Serious Art.
Susan
was the last
one to
go topless before
Joshua insists
on them removing
the rest
of their clothes
right there.
was the last
one to
go topless before
Joshua insists
on them removing
the rest
of their clothes
right there.
#friendship
#fiction
#art
#luck
#sensual
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The Space Beyond The Clouds
The Space Between The Words
Those blue spires within blue clouds
where winged angels roam the heavens
and between the gaping void of the cliffs
the winds blow an eolian anthem
and the cosmic eternal whole lays his hand.
the rocky tips challenging the deep firmament
sending their muted calls to space, beyond..
and down on earth, wanders a sylvan spirit
between the aging trees, a murmur is heard
the forest whispers a spotless, timeless tune
of ghouls and of the past lore of the true world
a cavern...
Those blue spires within blue clouds
where winged angels roam the heavens
and between the gaping void of the cliffs
the winds blow an eolian anthem
and the cosmic eternal whole lays his hand.
the rocky tips challenging the deep firmament
sending their muted calls to space, beyond..
and down on earth, wanders a sylvan spirit
between the aging trees, a murmur is heard
the forest whispers a spotless, timeless tune
of ghouls and of the past lore of the true world
a cavern...
#fate
#apocalypse
#mythology #luck
#mythology #luck
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at the end of the day
there is nothing left to
wish for
there is nothing left to
battle against
there is nothing left to
hold onto
there is nothing left
to let go of
( there is nothing left to
hope for
there is nothing left to
unhope for)
dreams pull up their covers
and go to sleep
the day is limp and bleached
out
lying stretched out across my
lap like a old, tired cat looking
for rest,...
wish for
there is nothing left to
battle against
there is nothing left to
hold onto
there is nothing left
to let go of
( there is nothing left to
hope for
there is nothing left to
unhope for)
dreams pull up their covers
and go to sleep
the day is limp and bleached
out
lying stretched out across my
lap like a old, tired cat looking
for rest,...
#fate
#aging
#luck
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POETIC SCENERY
Overlooking the tiny town that lies below
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow
******
Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten
******
Mounting the mighty, majestic...
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow
******
Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten
******
Mounting the mighty, majestic...
#faith
#rebirth
#TruthOfLife
#luck
#philosophical
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