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.
Anna41_
Poem Published
29th May 2024 6:55pm
29th May 2024 6:55pm
I'm Not Taking Any Chances
Had a dream I was stuck in the bell tower of the local courthouse, then today I got a job offer at the courthouse. 🤣 I declined...
#luck
#responsibility
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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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buddhakitty
Poem Published
24th May 2024 2:21am
24th May 2024 2:21am
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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buddhakitty
Poem Published
19th May 2024 2:47am
19th May 2024 2:47am
...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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8 Comments
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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down2dirt
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 6:37am
1st Apr 2024 6:37am
casino musings
nipples and toes
nipples and toes
face up on the roulette
round and round she goes
pencil dick dreams
pencil dick dreams
with each revolution
nose slaps his ding-a-ling
up on all fours
up on all fours
riverboat paddles
have her panting for more
ass cheeks aglow
ass cheeks aglow
all bets are placed
nipples or toes
nipples and toes
face up on the roulette
round and round she goes
pencil dick dreams
pencil dick dreams
with each revolution
nose slaps his ding-a-ling
up on all fours
up on all fours
riverboat paddles
have her panting for more
ass cheeks aglow
ass cheeks aglow
all bets are placed
nipples or toes
#luck
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4 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 11:10pm
14th Mar 2024 11:10pm
MY MUSE RESURRECTED ME
My heart was bound
in chains feeling the
pains of losing you.
The attention given
by others didn't heal;
only served as a reminder.
Offers of endless pleasure
by the Nymphs on Erotic
shorelines were futile..
THEN!
OH THEN!
CLIO, the daughter
of Zeus, the
Muse of History; one
of the nine Muses,
came to me in a vision
and beautiful poetry;
with a message of hope..
I came alive as she rang
my doorbell. OMG! MY
Muse resurrected me back
to erotic adventures never
dreamed of. I bow daily...
in chains feeling the
pains of losing you.
The attention given
by others didn't heal;
only served as a reminder.
Offers of endless pleasure
by the Nymphs on Erotic
shorelines were futile..
THEN!
OH THEN!
CLIO, the daughter
of Zeus, the
Muse of History; one
of the nine Muses,
came to me in a vision
and beautiful poetry;
with a message of hope..
I came alive as she rang
my doorbell. OMG! MY
Muse resurrected me back
to erotic adventures never
dreamed of. I bow daily...
#fate
#mythology
#luck
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
9th Mar 2024 5:23pm
9th Mar 2024 5:23pm
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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buddhakitty
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 3:07am
6th Mar 2024 3:07am
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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Pishashee
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 11:52pm
11th Feb 2024 11:52pm
I Like It Strong.
I'm scrambling out the door
with my double café latte.
I'm pushing through downtown
traffic to make it to work by 5.
The chaos is exhilarating.
But I have my latte, and I always
make it on time, somehow.
He fell in love with me all over again,
a while back, and bought me
an expresso machine, and I love it.
I don't brew pots of coffee
anymore, or use pods.
A café latte is an expresso
and steamed milk, & some froth.
Sometimes, if I'm feeling sweet, ...
with my double café latte.
I'm pushing through downtown
traffic to make it to work by 5.
The chaos is exhilarating.
But I have my latte, and I always
make it on time, somehow.
He fell in love with me all over again,
a while back, and bought me
an expresso machine, and I love it.
I don't brew pots of coffee
anymore, or use pods.
A café latte is an expresso
and steamed milk, & some froth.
Sometimes, if I'm feeling sweet, ...
#love
#luck
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1 Comment
slipalong
Poem Published
27th Jan 2024 8:48pm
27th Jan 2024 8:48pm
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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