Poems About Luck Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about luck seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Whyme
Poem Published
5th Dec 2021 6:53pm
5th Dec 2021 6:53pm
The Storyteller
The Storyteller, 4-4-13
It was a quiet night
Not a sound outside
Disturbed the softly spoken voice
Inside the house
All was peaceful
Except for the crackling fire
In the old wood stove
The only light that shone
Upon the watchful face’s
Came from the warm glow
Of the burning wood
And threw flickering shadows
Around the room
Like unseen ghosts
No one spoke
No one coughed or giggled
All was quiet
As the voice echoed
With a passion
While the story was being told
Her voice...
It was a quiet night
Not a sound outside
Disturbed the softly spoken voice
Inside the house
All was peaceful
Except for the crackling fire
In the old wood stove
The only light that shone
Upon the watchful face’s
Came from the warm glow
Of the burning wood
And threw flickering shadows
Around the room
Like unseen ghosts
No one spoke
No one coughed or giggled
All was quiet
As the voice echoed
With a passion
While the story was being told
Her voice...
#fate
#mythology
#luck
297 reads
1 Comment
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 8:18pm
2nd Dec 2021 8:18pm
I Wasn't the One She Loved
I arrived at the pier shortly before dusk
That was where some lovers met
Lori was there with a handsome man
It broke my heart to see her embracing him,
But I couldn’t let the jealousy show
She approached me and said, “Hi, Anthony”
Then she patted me on the shoulder
I’d never seen such a blissful young lady
She introduced me to her fiancé
I faked a smile when he shook my hand
And I said, “You’re a lucky man”
I wanted to tell him that if he hurt her, I’d kill him,
But I knew it would upset Lori
I didn’t want to...
That was where some lovers met
Lori was there with a handsome man
It broke my heart to see her embracing him,
But I couldn’t let the jealousy show
She approached me and said, “Hi, Anthony”
Then she patted me on the shoulder
I’d never seen such a blissful young lady
She introduced me to her fiancé
I faked a smile when he shook my hand
And I said, “You’re a lucky man”
I wanted to tell him that if he hurt her, I’d kill him,
But I knew it would upset Lori
I didn’t want to...
#happiness
#love
#jealousy
#marriage
#luck
303 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 9:06pm
30th Nov 2021 9:06pm
last chance
Luck is always the last refuge of laziness
and incompetence.—James Cash Penney
chances are dances,
when there are plenty,
that leave you empty
as time advances.
one day the rope-fray
becomes your own noose;
no more can you choose
how high to ballet.
last chance is last dance,
then comes the jury,
freedom or fury,
rape of circumstance.
© Copyright 2021 November 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
and incompetence.—James Cash Penney
chances are dances,
when there are plenty,
that leave you empty
as time advances.
one day the rope-fray
becomes your own noose;
no more can you choose
how high to ballet.
last chance is last dance,
then comes the jury,
freedom or fury,
rape of circumstance.
© Copyright 2021 November 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#fate
#luck
#determination
285 reads
0 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
11th Nov 2021 4:45am
11th Nov 2021 4:45am
TAKE THE PUNCH
TAKE THE PUNCH
If you happen to be born with a silver spoon
in your mouth and a gold-plated pacifier
gently lubricated and slid up your baby butt hole,
then ignore this message......
......enjoy the tit massage....
then listen to what I'm saying to you
tit rich fucking bitch.,,.
Walk down the back alley.......
FIND PRECIOUS METAL
in the form of aluminum cans
and an OZZY OSBOURNE cassette
CRAZY TRAIN
BLIZZARD OF OZZ
MY INTRODUCTION
Face your fears
Meet the bullies
Grab a brick
suffer
Don't...
If you happen to be born with a silver spoon
in your mouth and a gold-plated pacifier
gently lubricated and slid up your baby butt hole,
then ignore this message......
......enjoy the tit massage....
then listen to what I'm saying to you
tit rich fucking bitch.,,.
Walk down the back alley.......
FIND PRECIOUS METAL
in the form of aluminum cans
and an OZZY OSBOURNE cassette
CRAZY TRAIN
BLIZZARD OF OZZ
MY INTRODUCTION
Face your fears
Meet the bullies
Grab a brick
suffer
Don't...
#childhood
#nostalgia
#luck
318 reads
8 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
19th Oct 2021 5:11am
19th Oct 2021 5:11am
The Sun Is A Golden Fox
The sky is a blue meadow land.
The sun is a golden fox fleeing from earnest pursuers.
The clouds are horses mounted by British gentry.
Each day is a fox hunt.
Oh how feral is the wily fox of the sun !!
She manages to outrun, outsmart her opponents every time.
At day's end the sun descends below the horizon,
like a tired fox slipping onto her burrow,
safely obsconced in the darkness.
The sun is a golden fox fleeing from earnest pursuers.
The clouds are horses mounted by British gentry.
Each day is a fox hunt.
Oh how feral is the wily fox of the sun !!
She manages to outrun, outsmart her opponents every time.
At day's end the sun descends below the horizon,
like a tired fox slipping onto her burrow,
safely obsconced in the darkness.
#fate
#luck
257 reads
3 Comments
DaVinci_07
Leo
Leo
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 11:29pm
16th Oct 2021 11:29pm
Spooky with a Booty
That time of year
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
...
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
...
#lust
#Halloween
#funny #luck
#funny #luck
1004 reads
13 Comments
Wornwolf
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 6:52am
13th Oct 2021 6:52am
The boogie man
#monsters
#ghosts
#mythology
#luck
#curse
617 reads
10 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 9:37pm
12th Oct 2021 9:37pm
Some Times The Bear Eats You
In life an endless winning streak
is the high we all seek
We all want to bask in the glow of an undefeated season
and to smile with joy for that reason
Sadly, the weather will change
and things will rearrange
So, when your Karma credit card statement reads payment past due
remember sometime you eat the bear and sometimes he eats you
is the high we all seek
We all want to bask in the glow of an undefeated season
and to smile with joy for that reason
Sadly, the weather will change
and things will rearrange
So, when your Karma credit card statement reads payment past due
remember sometime you eat the bear and sometimes he eats you
#fate
#luck
#responsibility
631 reads
3 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
1st Oct 2021 10:12pm
1st Oct 2021 10:12pm
THE HOPELESS ONES
THE HOPELESS ONES
The cheerful dawn casts light on all mankind
and sows the seeds of hope in their ploughed fields.
Among the people are some luckless ones
whose fields aren't ploughed as they lack needed charm.
The girl whose face and legs have matchless lure
can have a gentleman who's tall and smart.
But those who are deprived how can they cope
with what they have in hands to hunt life's joy.
They look from far and moan their own bad luck
and weep to see their life's a horrid scene.
Can such damned hearts taste...
The cheerful dawn casts light on all mankind
and sows the seeds of hope in their ploughed fields.
Among the people are some luckless ones
whose fields aren't ploughed as they lack needed charm.
The girl whose face and legs have matchless lure
can have a gentleman who's tall and smart.
But those who are deprived how can they cope
with what they have in hands to hunt life's joy.
They look from far and moan their own bad luck
and weep to see their life's a horrid scene.
Can such damned hearts taste...
#luck
268 reads
5 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
25th Aug 2021 00:14am
25th Aug 2021 00:14am
Good Fortune
This is my lucky day, or should I say it’s my luckiest day.
I’ve killed two birds with one stone on this occasion.
To be more precise, I’ve achieved three aims at once.
I’m going to make another risky attempt with the same expectation.
If I succeed one more time, I’ll be satisfied with what I have.
Grasp all, lose all so I think I should quit while I’m ahead.
I’ve killed two birds with one stone on this occasion.
To be more precise, I’ve achieved three aims at once.
I’m going to make another risky attempt with the same expectation.
If I succeed one more time, I’ll be satisfied with what I have.
Grasp all, lose all so I think I should quit while I’m ahead.
#motivational
#inspirational
#LifeGoals
#luck
#risk
404 reads
2 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
25th Jul 2021 11:38am
25th Jul 2021 11:38am
Dust to dust I suppose.
Dust
A pseudo-scientific
chiropractor
rolls eyes
at
waitress -
calling her dumb,
like
an over educated
under
intelligent
motherfucker.
Educated fool.
Elitist.
Flaccid penis.
Then…
Fucks my friend
or
tries,
Only to dip out
after
filling her heart with dreams.
Yeah…
I would drive to his state
just
to punch
him into oblivion &
dust
A pseudo-scientific
chiropractor
rolls eyes
at
waitress -
calling her dumb,
like
an over educated
under
intelligent
motherfucker.
Educated fool.
Elitist.
Flaccid penis.
Then…
Fucks my friend
or
tries,
Only to dip out
after
filling her heart with dreams.
Yeah…
I would drive to his state
just
to punch
him into oblivion &
dust
#TruthOfLife
#myself
#respect
#luck
#emotional
453 reads
2 Comments
PunchDrunk
Poem Published
19th Jun 2021 5:31am
19th Jun 2021 5:31am
Winters '95 and '08
Pent up love
War on a barren field.
Of the drugs that make me smile
And the hate that make me yield
To whatever demon comes
Selling bargains I can't steal
Do I need your love
Could I survive this pit alone
Gasping for the air
That seeps out of my prayer
Could I create a womb
Fashioned from the past
A silicon balloon
Around a brittle, crumbling moon
How I loathe this fertile sleep
Where I regenerate the pain
And open eyes on dawn
Red with all the life it's slain.
...
War on a barren field.
Of the drugs that make me smile
And the hate that make me yield
To whatever demon comes
Selling bargains I can't steal
Do I need your love
Could I survive this pit alone
Gasping for the air
That seeps out of my prayer
Could I create a womb
Fashioned from the past
A silicon balloon
Around a brittle, crumbling moon
How I loathe this fertile sleep
Where I regenerate the pain
And open eyes on dawn
Red with all the life it's slain.
...
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
#luck
800 reads
15 Comments
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