Poems About Luck Published by Members Recently Online
#luck
PAR
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
90 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
90 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
90 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
90 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
90 reads
6 Comments
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
115 reads
2 Comments
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
115 reads
2 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
4th Aug 2017 00:36am
4th Aug 2017 00:36am
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
889 reads
4 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
4th Aug 2017 00:36am
4th Aug 2017 00:36am
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
889 reads
4 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
4th Aug 2017 00:36am
4th Aug 2017 00:36am
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
889 reads
4 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
4th Aug 2017 00:36am
4th Aug 2017 00:36am
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
889 reads
4 Comments
Isgyppie_
Poem Published
4th Aug 2017 00:36am
4th Aug 2017 00:36am
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
889 reads
4 Comments
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