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
30th May 2022 7:23pm
30th May 2022 7:23pm
confused mind
Confused mind
He walked into a kaleidoscope, stunned
around and threw up colourful vomit.
Carrousels, blinking light, not his scene.
He intended to climb mountains.
For a berg goat, our world looks pathetic
yellow eyes of tipsy cherubs.
Celebration of something in his village
singing drunkenly, rockets kiss the air.
When the cacophony ends with jubilant
voices, this is not Idlib.
He walked into a kaleidoscope, stunned
around and threw up colourful vomit.
Carrousels, blinking light, not his scene.
He intended to climb mountains.
For a berg goat, our world looks pathetic
yellow eyes of tipsy cherubs.
Celebration of something in his village
singing drunkenly, rockets kiss the air.
When the cacophony ends with jubilant
voices, this is not Idlib.
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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oskar
Poem Published
27th May 2022 1:20pm
27th May 2022 1:20pm
peculiar things
Peculiar things
It has been raining so much that the lemon tree
is taller than a building of flats where we live.
A neighbour who was hit by one of its fruits
is still uncommunicative.
A flat battery in a jaguar is a sight to behold
when sitting in a bough of a tree.
The aroma of lemon juice wafts through the building
the restaurant in the basement sells fried fish
Quite fitting since it is Friday,
I like eating pork chops while driving a porch.
It has been raining so much that the lemon tree
is taller than a building of flats where we live.
A neighbour who was hit by one of its fruits
is still uncommunicative.
A flat battery in a jaguar is a sight to behold
when sitting in a bough of a tree.
The aroma of lemon juice wafts through the building
the restaurant in the basement sells fried fish
Quite fitting since it is Friday,
I like eating pork chops while driving a porch.
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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jessica_orr
Jessica Orr
Jessica Orr
Poem Published
25th May 2022 3:57am
25th May 2022 3:57am
Moving Pictures
dawn told the story;
it was treated in perfume and
excess- a promised to one
and the death of an idea.
"Where is Davis?", but
poor though stately, and he a baron
of industry- sailing always
was the gleam;
she loved him and the
adventure and promise of
being in his next moving picture.
"Where is Davis?", for
sunning on deck, she so perfectly
gleamed; he played tough and manly
but
they mixed like puzzle pieces
until they got lost at sea.
"Where is Davis?", life and
love...
it was treated in perfume and
excess- a promised to one
and the death of an idea.
"Where is Davis?", but
poor though stately, and he a baron
of industry- sailing always
was the gleam;
she loved him and the
adventure and promise of
being in his next moving picture.
"Where is Davis?", for
sunning on deck, she so perfectly
gleamed; he played tough and manly
but
they mixed like puzzle pieces
until they got lost at sea.
"Where is Davis?", life and
love...
#fate
#narrative
#ShortStory #luck
#ShortStory #luck
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LightningBug
Poem Published
15th May 2022 10:11pm
15th May 2022 10:11pm
ABRACADABRA Diamonds
Diamonds cannot become stones in the ocean,
Seas smooth away some flaws with time.
Timely are the ebbs and flowings
So flow as you must through life.
Conjure with movements slow,
Deliberate and kind.
Kindly caring,
Candles lit
For strong
Love.
Seas smooth away some flaws with time.
Timely are the ebbs and flowings
So flow as you must through life.
Conjure with movements slow,
Deliberate and kind.
Kindly caring,
Candles lit
For strong
Love.
#love
#magic
#luck
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
9th May 2022 5:59am
9th May 2022 5:59am
Let's Play
It's just a game for, ain't it?
It's chess, it's poker,
it's who can reach a thousand
Blink and you lose it all
Eyes locked, fingers on the gun
A glare at the starting line
Oh you my dear are something to fear
But my oh my are you thrilling
Who'll fold, who's dice will betray?
Will you fall? Or will I?
The dream at the end of the day
Is to simple watch as you
Crumble to your knees
To just hear you say it out loud
Tell me you love me
Make it pretty, please
It's chess, it's poker,
it's who can reach a thousand
Blink and you lose it all
Eyes locked, fingers on the gun
A glare at the starting line
Oh you my dear are something to fear
But my oh my are you thrilling
Who'll fold, who's dice will betray?
Will you fall? Or will I?
The dream at the end of the day
Is to simple watch as you
Crumble to your knees
To just hear you say it out loud
Tell me you love me
Make it pretty, please
#love
#fate
#UnrequitedLove
#luck
#obsession
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CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 4:09am
19th Apr 2022 4:09am
Spellcraftian Magickacious Allegoricum1
Peering through black looking-glass
Opening gateway to surreal
Ceremonial incanting stages
She quotes the secret words from the pages
Of Spellcraftian Magickacious Allegoricum
Now begins the astral astranomical ordeal......
Abracian foetuses
forming
Cadabrianic seed
Malleus matophicility
Maletastic ona
Ficariosis breed
Hocustific pontus for the
Pocustriation need
Bricandium icosisonyx
Ascending
Bracustrionic deed
Powder to rustic crucible
Candleheat prepares the way ...
Opening gateway to surreal
Ceremonial incanting stages
She quotes the secret words from the pages
Of Spellcraftian Magickacious Allegoricum
Now begins the astral astranomical ordeal......
Abracian foetuses
forming
Cadabrianic seed
Malleus matophicility
Maletastic ona
Ficariosis breed
Hocustific pontus for the
Pocustriation need
Bricandium icosisonyx
Ascending
Bracustrionic deed
Powder to rustic crucible
Candleheat prepares the way ...
#spiritual
#funny
#WritersBlock
#magic
#luck
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
18th Apr 2022 6:17pm
18th Apr 2022 6:17pm
Adorned (NaPoWriMo 2022 #18)
Days without jewellery
plain, unadorned,
lacking sparkle
and magic
un-fated attempts
at doing.
When I do,
I wear an Ankh.
To be reborn
each day,
auraed in destiny
as the Pharaohs were,
vitality infused
potent potentiality
animated and energised.
Gold,
Bold Fortune,
radiate bright like skin.
Silver,
Steady Reliability,
foundations like bones.
Steel chain,
Impervious and Resolute,
armoured and ready.
plain, unadorned,
lacking sparkle
and magic
un-fated attempts
at doing.
When I do,
I wear an Ankh.
To be reborn
each day,
auraed in destiny
as the Pharaohs were,
vitality infused
potent potentiality
animated and energised.
Gold,
Bold Fortune,
radiate bright like skin.
Silver,
Steady Reliability,
foundations like bones.
Steel chain,
Impervious and Resolute,
armoured and ready.
#identity
#fate
#luck
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to_be_me
Poem Published
15th Apr 2022 5:34am
15th Apr 2022 5:34am
ass ig nation
may i begin here now
to bring you
some pain and
can i even promise
lovely (pre)tenses
present(s) and
unsoiled warmth
you say! eh ?
freshly unspooled, straw made,
richly soaked in sensuous snow
maybe even a vested verb, or
better still, a kiss?
nah. just a gerund will do
you protest. you and me, us
doing doing doing
thrice and more of
blah blah ahhhh
on the roof of
a naked noun
our world beautifully
excised. oh shit!
i cum
to bring you
some pain and
can i even promise
lovely (pre)tenses
present(s) and
unsoiled warmth
you say! eh ?
freshly unspooled, straw made,
richly soaked in sensuous snow
maybe even a vested verb, or
better still, a kiss?
nah. just a gerund will do
you protest. you and me, us
doing doing doing
thrice and more of
blah blah ahhhh
on the roof of
a naked noun
our world beautifully
excised. oh shit!
i cum
#FreeVerse
#luck
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oskar
Poem Published
14th Mar 2022 8:57am
14th Mar 2022 8:57am
veracity
Veracity (story)
A horse galloped across a snowy field at the end of the pasture,
a fence jumped over a crazy gallop into the woods
came to a shuddering stop when meeting a moose
the moose charged the horse fled deeper into the woods were
the horse met a troll who took the animal into a cave and
served a bucket of hot chocolate drink
since the snow was deep that year, the troll also fitted the horse
with snowshoes and let it back to the field.
When the farmer came to the field and saw the shoes,
he had a nervous breakdown and was...
A horse galloped across a snowy field at the end of the pasture,
a fence jumped over a crazy gallop into the woods
came to a shuddering stop when meeting a moose
the moose charged the horse fled deeper into the woods were
the horse met a troll who took the animal into a cave and
served a bucket of hot chocolate drink
since the snow was deep that year, the troll also fitted the horse
with snowshoes and let it back to the field.
When the farmer came to the field and saw the shoes,
he had a nervous breakdown and was...
#fate
#mythology
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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oskar
Poem Published
10th Mar 2022 10:55am
10th Mar 2022 10:55am
basket case
Basket case
There is a smudge on my computer screen trying to clean it with spit,
but no, perhaps it is finger marks left behind by the strange people
Who sits in the back of the computer shop?
Their diet is cola and chocolate; they are thin, bald and weedy looking
I must whisper to them, or they shrink away.
They sulk if I disagree with their diagnosis, it will take time to get
my computer back.
When the owner closes the shop, they climb into toolboxes, the ones with
the helpful drawing of a screwdriver, maybe the smudge is a camera ...
There is a smudge on my computer screen trying to clean it with spit,
but no, perhaps it is finger marks left behind by the strange people
Who sits in the back of the computer shop?
Their diet is cola and chocolate; they are thin, bald and weedy looking
I must whisper to them, or they shrink away.
They sulk if I disagree with their diagnosis, it will take time to get
my computer back.
When the owner closes the shop, they climb into toolboxes, the ones with
the helpful drawing of a screwdriver, maybe the smudge is a camera ...
#birth
#marriage
#holiday
#aging
#luck
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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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dizzzzzzy
Poem Published
8th Feb 2022 7:00pm
8th Feb 2022 7:00pm
Wisdom of the oracle 2
BUILDING BLOCKS
UNFINISHED SYMPHONY
YANG
CO-CREATE
UNFINISHED SYMPHONY
YANG
CO-CREATE
#spiritual
#magic
#luck
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