Long Poems About Luck
#luck
herry_the_poet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 2:58am
21st Jun 2024 2:58am
Urophagia
#fate
#luck
#nostalgia
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ThePoet632
CrossWords
CrossWords
Poem Published
16th May 2023 12:17pm
16th May 2023 12:17pm
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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Sapphirewolf
Poem Published
9th Dec 2022 7:00am
9th Dec 2022 7:00am
No One Is Home
In these woods we dared to be
Though tales were told of tragedy
Of monsters hiding deep in woods
We shan't believe them no one should
Though we don't believe these tales
Could there be more beyond the trails?
Each tree we pass we trek deeper in woods
Down comes the rain and up go our hoods
With thunder and lightning our minds start to wander
Could there really be monsters way out yonder?
Now we're lost cant see our way back
We're frightened we may be under attack
Now running and leaping through trees and...
Though tales were told of tragedy
Of monsters hiding deep in woods
We shan't believe them no one should
Though we don't believe these tales
Could there be more beyond the trails?
Each tree we pass we trek deeper in woods
Down comes the rain and up go our hoods
With thunder and lightning our minds start to wander
Could there really be monsters way out yonder?
Now we're lost cant see our way back
We're frightened we may be under attack
Now running and leaping through trees and...
#fate
#luck
#nightmares #curse
#nightmares #curse
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
27th Feb 2022 6:53am
27th Feb 2022 6:53am
The Sky Is A Goddess, And The Sun Is Her Vagina
Imagine the sky in the morning as a naked woman, even a goddess.
Like a woman gives birth to her offspring thru her vagina,
the sky goddess gives birth to all forms and shapes each morning thru the sun.
(At night there is only blackness.
Then as the sun appears at dawn, everything comes forth from it).
So the sun is the sky goddess's shining womanhood,
naked before the whole world.
Earlier, the sun had been covered by clouds like the vagina is enveloped by white panties.
But then the clouds melted, exposing the naked sun in all her female glory....
Like a woman gives birth to her offspring thru her vagina,
the sky goddess gives birth to all forms and shapes each morning thru the sun.
(At night there is only blackness.
Then as the sun appears at dawn, everything comes forth from it).
So the sun is the sky goddess's shining womanhood,
naked before the whole world.
Earlier, the sun had been covered by clouds like the vagina is enveloped by white panties.
But then the clouds melted, exposing the naked sun in all her female glory....
#mythology
#luck
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missjem56
Poem Published
15th Nov 2021 10:32pm
15th Nov 2021 10:32pm
Heart To Heart
13th November 2017 part one
had the op mon 13th 'angioplasty/stents via radial artery', unfortunately it went wrong, and they had to give up after 2 1/2 hours. they checked the previous 4 stents from july, so at least they were up and running, but the rest was a painful nightmare, mixes with fear. it all went pear-shaped, plus i got exposed to high radiation. then about one hour after op, my body started to go into shutdown, and it was like a scene from Casualty(or some such thing) and i remember thinking again, this is it, but all this time seemed worse that the last, and the...
had the op mon 13th 'angioplasty/stents via radial artery', unfortunately it went wrong, and they had to give up after 2 1/2 hours. they checked the previous 4 stents from july, so at least they were up and running, but the rest was a painful nightmare, mixes with fear. it all went pear-shaped, plus i got exposed to high radiation. then about one hour after op, my body started to go into shutdown, and it was like a scene from Casualty(or some such thing) and i remember thinking again, this is it, but all this time seemed worse that the last, and the...
#heartbroken
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment #luck
#LifeChangingMoment #luck
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Wornwolf
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 6:52am
13th Oct 2021 6:52am
The boogie man
#monsters
#ghosts
#mythology
#luck
#curse
543 reads
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Leethal
Poem Published
1st Jun 2021 11:45am
1st Jun 2021 11:45am
Black wHole Son… An ode to Eden and Sound Garden
#fate
#apocalypse
#mythology
#luck
#nightmares
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
Bless: Flame Imperishable
Silently, she would remember a cry
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
#God
#spiritual
#luck
#karma
#JRRTolkien
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
10th Feb 2021 9:05am
10th Feb 2021 9:05am
maybe it's an accidental accent, shock, or why EMT's are always so handsome.
(i.)
July 2019
it's searing and bone protruding
eyes blinded, bloody
shards of glass and encroaching fear
red, blue, and yellowish-white lights blur
a language I can't quite understand
or an accent maybe
cold, so cold - like Ohio, when I was small
Am I frozen?
Maybe I was dreaming of long ago...?
Then I tried to move
my legs work, my fingers move
my arms and head
wait,...
July 2019
it's searing and bone protruding
eyes blinded, bloody
shards of glass and encroaching fear
red, blue, and yellowish-white lights blur
a language I can't quite understand
or an accent maybe
cold, so cold - like Ohio, when I was small
Am I frozen?
Maybe I was dreaming of long ago...?
Then I tried to move
my legs work, my fingers move
my arms and head
wait,...
#cars
#memories
#learning
#luck
#hurt
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
1st Feb 2021 10:17am
1st Feb 2021 10:17am
I almost died... again
I keep having nightmares that I'm not going to wake up
That death is tired of missing their target
I've narrowly avoided their embrace ten times
It still hurts to breathe too deeply
I get so tired... So damn easily now
Trying to resign that I almost died...again
That a blood clot almost took me from life
I'd always assumed that my life would end by my own hand
And I have taken great solace in that fact
That when I decided it was over that it would be
I've been making all these changes trying to get better
To fight that urge with all my...
That death is tired of missing their target
I've narrowly avoided their embrace ten times
It still hurts to breathe too deeply
I get so tired... So damn easily now
Trying to resign that I almost died...again
That a blood clot almost took me from life
I'd always assumed that my life would end by my own hand
And I have taken great solace in that fact
That when I decided it was over that it would be
I've been making all these changes trying to get better
To fight that urge with all my...
#strength
#death
#luck
#nightmares
#curse
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Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
21st Dec 2020 9:28am
21st Dec 2020 9:28am
Not suppose to happen
Intro:
I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT A THING OR TWO..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Living the life of a desperado..
Trespassing in this game of ludo..
Am living in terror..
Walls talking in my palour..
They been tapping me up in the radar..
Viewing my face in the mirror..
Strange faces i saw in horror..
So long am Numero uno..
Every desperado gonna settle in my shadow..
I know...
I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT A THING OR TWO..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Living the life of a desperado..
Trespassing in this game of ludo..
Am living in terror..
Walls talking in my palour..
They been tapping me up in the radar..
Viewing my face in the mirror..
Strange faces i saw in horror..
So long am Numero uno..
Every desperado gonna settle in my shadow..
I know...
#luck
#curse
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Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
14th Dec 2020 4:36am
14th Dec 2020 4:36am
Voice of a Sopran0
Footsteps in a dark road full of desperados..
Running through dusk, darkness, dawn until daylight..
Let them know Picasso's coming for Domingo..
Phantom in the daylight Reaper by the sunset..
Two shots in Glasgow! missing by a narrow..
I ran at Bernardo! a week in Milano!..
I slept in Torino! awoke in Chicago!..
A bow with no arrow!.. A sound for the weirdo..
Got lost in the far north waiting for my rainbow..
Resting in the Mordor! i almost meet the sauron ..
Beneath down the Mount doom's no one but smeagol..
Alone with Skeedo...
Running through dusk, darkness, dawn until daylight..
Let them know Picasso's coming for Domingo..
Phantom in the daylight Reaper by the sunset..
Two shots in Glasgow! missing by a narrow..
I ran at Bernardo! a week in Milano!..
I slept in Torino! awoke in Chicago!..
A bow with no arrow!.. A sound for the weirdo..
Got lost in the far north waiting for my rainbow..
Resting in the Mordor! i almost meet the sauron ..
Beneath down the Mount doom's no one but smeagol..
Alone with Skeedo...
#fate
#luck
#nightmares
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