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.
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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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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
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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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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
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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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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
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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
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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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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
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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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Beans on Toast and an Egg
You know life lies and so does your mind every nerve ending has been fried by to much information and the passage of time . You don’t think your beans and toast
and that egg on the side gives two hoots about who ate them last and why and who will next ?. That’s living on the edge coz it’s minus the worry and anxiety and the stress . I told you our minds are misinterpreting and complicating our lives . A self help guide How to live your best life by Hovis remember the boy on the bike . It’s as good for you as it’s always been with a good dose of Heinz and with additional credits to the...
and that egg on the side gives two hoots about who ate them last and why and who will next ?. That’s living on the edge coz it’s minus the worry and anxiety and the stress . I told you our minds are misinterpreting and complicating our lives . A self help guide How to live your best life by Hovis remember the boy on the bike . It’s as good for you as it’s always been with a good dose of Heinz and with additional credits to the...
#mirror
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#luck
#choices
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Half and Half .
It is never ok to hurt another just coz your tired and life’s being unkind . It doesn’t give you permission to spread your vibes on to unsuspecting people who just like you are treading the boards of life coz sometimes they can’t see the stairs either to bring them into the light . They just keep quiet and keep walking and waiting in the dark . Hoping and praying that the sun will break through and they are fine with a few remaining shadows. Life it never promised sunshine without the rain and accepting it’s a half and half chance this happiness lark .
#faith
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#luck
#curse
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