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.
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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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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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
25th Jan 2024 8:19pm
25th Jan 2024 8:19pm
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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Isgyppie_
Bumped 25th Jan 2024 5:59pm
4th Aug 2017 1:36am
4th Aug 2017 1:36am
Perpetual
I never believed much in fate until I met you. Everything made sense and everyone around us observed and encouraged. But fate felt like it was quite claustrophobic. It felt as if this independent heart suddenly didn't have her own choice. Nevertheless, I chose to leave knowing you were probably best for me, but freedom is my first love and you were merely destiny.
#love
#fate
#lover
#luck
#FirstLove
822 reads
4 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
1st Jan 2024 11:40am
1st Jan 2024 11:40am
Hungriest Predator
Hunts last
A still tongue, a wise mind
Hunts last
Shades of decay ring clear
Idiosyncratic shaft
Bubbling inside
Lust will froth…
Hungriest Predator hunts last
Assiduous reverberation
Shimmering prescience
Absolute intoxication
Assiduous reverberation
Hunts last
A still tongue, a wise mind
Hunts last
Shades of decay ring clear
Idiosyncratic shaft
Bubbling inside
Lust will froth…
Hungriest Predator hunts last
Assiduous reverberation
Shimmering prescience
Absolute intoxication
Assiduous reverberation
Hunts last
#luck
#sacrifice
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
28th Nov 2023 2:29pm
28th Nov 2023 2:29pm
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
155 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Sep 2023 10:20pm
6th Sep 2023 10:20pm
tomato video
A vegetarian video
You can converse with an omelet if it is filled with tomatoes and decorative lettuce leaves
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information gives it to us when we eat one.
After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about things the make no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully...
You can converse with an omelet if it is filled with tomatoes and decorative lettuce leaves
Apparently, trees talk to flowers a tomato soaks up this information gives it to us when we eat one.
After going on about tomatoes
the lecturer cuts a tomato in half and we hear a scream
the speaker declares he has two tomatoes plus a bloody finger.
Many videos’ maker's dreams, is to stand alone on a stage and talk about things the make no sense to others other than themselves.
They thank, the audience who are blissfully...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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buddhakitty
Poem Published
20th Aug 2023 3:00pm
20th Aug 2023 3:00pm
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
185 reads
8 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 11:00pm
8th Aug 2023 11:00pm
The day all the socks matched up (with recording)
I awoke gently, wrapped in sunbeams and your leisurely arms.
The coffee was strong and patient.
All the pieces fit smoothly.
The poems wrote themselves, and rock ‘n roll did the chores.
Words were enjoyed for soul-sharing and fun, as shame took a long vacation.
All the meetings were constructive and punctual.
Laughter flickered like warming flames between songs and friends and forest adventures.
Ocean thunder cracked my heart wide open.
All the flies left me alone in the garden.
As dew amplified the scent of cooling...
The coffee was strong and patient.
All the pieces fit smoothly.
The poems wrote themselves, and rock ‘n roll did the chores.
Words were enjoyed for soul-sharing and fun, as shame took a long vacation.
All the meetings were constructive and punctual.
Laughter flickered like warming flames between songs and friends and forest adventures.
Ocean thunder cracked my heart wide open.
All the flies left me alone in the garden.
As dew amplified the scent of cooling...
#happiness
#music
#nostalgia #luck
#nostalgia #luck
327 reads
18 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
28th Jul 2023 4:15pm
28th Jul 2023 4:15pm
a boy on shore leave
A boy and shore leave
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck on an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the worlds and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he...
The 15 years old boy was standing on the poop deck on an old
tank ship late at night looking up to the millions of stars over The Red Sea.
His job was to clean pots and pans in the galley ruled over by a cook
who hated the worlds and everybody in it.
The boy had tried to sit in the mess hall where older seamen
sat, drinking coffee and playing cards, but they had made fun of him
saying he looked like a girl the way he folded his arms.
His left nibble was swollen when he pressed on the nipple white
stuff came out and he...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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Pishashee
Poem Published
9th Jul 2023 1:27am
9th Jul 2023 1:27am
Radical Clown
Eastside edition
I remember thinking how
I wanted to be different.
I didn't want to teach moral code;
i didn't know if i had any,
per se, as an underlying current,
although, it could be
effective in that manner,
if the science is proven,
or, if the critical thinking
would occur, on the whole.
You can get anything down
at Moe's: candied cigarettes,
cinnamon square-heads,
a pint of whiskey at 4 in the morning.
Yea, its on that side of town.
We're all lonely here. ...
I remember thinking how
I wanted to be different.
I didn't want to teach moral code;
i didn't know if i had any,
per se, as an underlying current,
although, it could be
effective in that manner,
if the science is proven,
or, if the critical thinking
would occur, on the whole.
You can get anything down
at Moe's: candied cigarettes,
cinnamon square-heads,
a pint of whiskey at 4 in the morning.
Yea, its on that side of town.
We're all lonely here. ...
#uplifting
#luck
#meditation
#wisdom
#PersonalGrowth
265 reads
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Maple666
Poem Published
25th Jun 2023 6:45pm
25th Jun 2023 6:45pm
Waiting on the light .
You think You see Her In Coat and Bag, but You don't You are Just the lens She isThe negative Waiting On the light
#fate
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#luck
#karma
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