Poems about Luck & Being Lucky
#luck
Poems about luck and being lucky, here you'll find poetry about good fortune. Poems about success entirely down to chance, the idea that forces beyond our control can cause good or bad things to happen.
oskar
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 12:23pm
28th Feb 2025 12:23pm
before time was invented
Before time was invented
A long time ago when our world was much bigger than it is now and had a landscape pleasing to the eye and no steep hills to climb Since seasons had not been divided into summer spring, autumn, and winter, the weather was mild and no one knew the what a day was when it rained, not too often people walked outside and took a shower.
The land was full of potatoes, carrots, and beans as for meat there was Dogger Bank with millions of cattle and wild hogs, no one was going hungry A man from Glendale was walking across a field to meet another man to see...
A long time ago when our world was much bigger than it is now and had a landscape pleasing to the eye and no steep hills to climb Since seasons had not been divided into summer spring, autumn, and winter, the weather was mild and no one knew the what a day was when it rained, not too often people walked outside and took a shower.
The land was full of potatoes, carrots, and beans as for meat there was Dogger Bank with millions of cattle and wild hogs, no one was going hungry A man from Glendale was walking across a field to meet another man to see...
#apocalypse
#curse
#dystopian
#fate
#luck
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Shon
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 9:38pm
21st Feb 2025 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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zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
Game Over
Well as luck would have it
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
#dark
#despair
#drugs
#fate
#luck
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Dan_ONeill
Dan ONeill
Dan ONeill
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 1:11pm
8th Jan 2025 1:11pm
Feed it to the fire.
Shake off all the dead wood,
Chuck it on the fire,
As the wind blows stronger,
The flames climb ever higher.
It’s a mystery that we claim,
When we come into this world,
When we put upon our name,
And learn to shape its words.
All troubles are the allies,
Of the spirits we rely on,
That rough edges do us favours,
That there’s little use denying.
It’s a mystery we accept,
When we’re pulled between the worlds,
When we’re struck by flailing limbs,
With whipping stings, we learn.
Shake off all...
Chuck it on the fire,
As the wind blows stronger,
The flames climb ever higher.
It’s a mystery that we claim,
When we come into this world,
When we put upon our name,
And learn to shape its words.
All troubles are the allies,
Of the spirits we rely on,
That rough edges do us favours,
That there’s little use denying.
It’s a mystery we accept,
When we’re pulled between the worlds,
When we’re struck by flailing limbs,
With whipping stings, we learn.
Shake off all...
#earth
#fate
#luck
#responsibility
#water
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 7:08pm
5th Jan 2025 7:08pm
Now I Know That Nobody Would Believe Me
Arnold spotted an actual unicorn.
He took out his film filled camera.
But that's before it disappeared.
He took out his film filled camera.
But that's before it disappeared.
#deception
#fiction
#luck
#technology
#unicorns
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:48am
2nd Jan 2025 6:48am
hmmmmm...
that day.
that special day in
everyone's life they
talk about as being
the very
best.
I'm still
waiting
for it.
that special day in
everyone's life they
talk about as being
the very
best.
I'm still
waiting
for it.
#aging
#luck
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
24th Dec 2024 6:26pm
24th Dec 2024 6:26pm
Dancing In Your Graveyard............. (Choose Your Own Adventure)
#1
Stranded in a remote countryside
In the distance you see a village
Seeking any help they can provide
You walk the extra mileage
Empty streets echoed terrified screams
As you knock on a door unanswered
The storm raining nightmaric dreams
Calmness and uneasiness now transferred
(Attempt to go inside ---> #2
follow the voices down the street ---> #3)
#2
You slowly push open the squeaking door
And see an empty cobwebbed abyss
As you walk upon the creaking floor ...
Stranded in a remote countryside
In the distance you see a village
Seeking any help they can provide
You walk the extra mileage
Empty streets echoed terrified screams
As you knock on a door unanswered
The storm raining nightmaric dreams
Calmness and uneasiness now transferred
(Attempt to go inside ---> #2
follow the voices down the street ---> #3)
#2
You slowly push open the squeaking door
And see an empty cobwebbed abyss
As you walk upon the creaking floor ...
#fate
#luck
90 reads
2 Comments
disDain
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 00:20am
23rd Dec 2024 00:20am
If The Day’s Okay…I’m Alright
If the day’s okay…I’m alright
I would write…What I could not say
…I tried
To convey the time that I’ve had mine…
Into my mind…I pray
If the day’s okay…I’m alright
Giving Thanks…For my angst, provides a place where my fear can reside
And my tears can revive…The lifeless eyes…I see
If the day’s okay…I’m alright
Seeking the night, when I cry in the mourning
I’m much obliged…Being twisted and contorted
Enlisted to conform with…A dissident assortment
Blended into all of us “We”
If the day’s okay…I’m alright ...
I would write…What I could not say
…I tried
To convey the time that I’ve had mine…
Into my mind…I pray
If the day’s okay…I’m alright
Giving Thanks…For my angst, provides a place where my fear can reside
And my tears can revive…The lifeless eyes…I see
If the day’s okay…I’m alright
Seeking the night, when I cry in the mourning
I’m much obliged…Being twisted and contorted
Enlisted to conform with…A dissident assortment
Blended into all of us “We”
If the day’s okay…I’m alright ...
#faith
#fate
#karma #luck
#karma #luck
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PAR
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
One-way ticket...
Why should I care for the new year?
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
#fate
#karma
#luck
#mirror
#NewYear
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oldmanG
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 4:28am
8th Nov 2024 4:28am
Ea$y Money (Not so Easy)
Ea$y Money (Not so easy)
Cutting in line
Won’t wait my turn
It’s my money and
I want to collect
But the game ain’t over
There’s still time
For it to fall to pieces
Does it almost every time
Life of a Rider
Comin up short in the end
They say insanity is
When you rinse and repeat
Tryin to make an easy buck
Instead of just being
Losing an easy buck instead
Of pocketing
Life of a Rider
Isn’t an easy path
Want to get rid of this
Insanity not so easy
...
Cutting in line
Won’t wait my turn
It’s my money and
I want to collect
But the game ain’t over
There’s still time
For it to fall to pieces
Does it almost every time
Life of a Rider
Comin up short in the end
They say insanity is
When you rinse and repeat
Tryin to make an easy buck
Instead of just being
Losing an easy buck instead
Of pocketing
Life of a Rider
Isn’t an easy path
Want to get rid of this
Insanity not so easy
...
#addiction
#curse
#fate #luck
#fate #luck
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