Poems About Luck Published by Members Recently Online
#luck
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
21st Dec 2020 9:28am
21st Dec 2020 9:28am
Not suppose to happen
Intro:
I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT A THING OR TWO..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Living the life of a desperado..
Trespassing in this game of ludo..
Am living in terror..
Walls talking in my palour..
They been tapping me up in the radar..
Viewing my face in the mirror..
Strange faces i saw in horror..
So long am Numero uno..
Every desperado gonna settle in my shadow..
I know...
I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT A THING OR TWO..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Living the life of a desperado..
Trespassing in this game of ludo..
Am living in terror..
Walls talking in my palour..
They been tapping me up in the radar..
Viewing my face in the mirror..
Strange faces i saw in horror..
So long am Numero uno..
Every desperado gonna settle in my shadow..
I know...
#luck
#curse
415 reads
2 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
21st Dec 2020 9:28am
21st Dec 2020 9:28am
Not suppose to happen
Intro:
I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT A THING OR TWO..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Living the life of a desperado..
Trespassing in this game of ludo..
Am living in terror..
Walls talking in my palour..
They been tapping me up in the radar..
Viewing my face in the mirror..
Strange faces i saw in horror..
So long am Numero uno..
Every desperado gonna settle in my shadow..
I know...
I KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT A THING OR TWO..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Am not suppose to happen..
Living the life of a desperado..
Trespassing in this game of ludo..
Am living in terror..
Walls talking in my palour..
They been tapping me up in the radar..
Viewing my face in the mirror..
Strange faces i saw in horror..
So long am Numero uno..
Every desperado gonna settle in my shadow..
I know...
#luck
#curse
415 reads
2 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 4:29pm
19th Jun 2019 4:29pm
Cash Out
Late night and chips are down
Man in middle wears a frown
Roulette player of no renown
Cleaning table going to town
All he needs is one more spin
Pushing the pile goes all in
Eyes a spectator with a grin
Can't be beat is going to win
Feet planted firm on ground
In for a penny in for a pound
Wheel spins round and round
Ball clicking it's a lucky sound
To pay back rent bet on black
Plans on getting girlfriend back
Red is the winner ack ack ack
Poor guy has a heart attack
Man in middle wears a frown
Roulette player of no renown
Cleaning table going to town
All he needs is one more spin
Pushing the pile goes all in
Eyes a spectator with a grin
Can't be beat is going to win
Feet planted firm on ground
In for a penny in for a pound
Wheel spins round and round
Ball clicking it's a lucky sound
To pay back rent bet on black
Plans on getting girlfriend back
Red is the winner ack ack ack
Poor guy has a heart attack
#fate
#money
#luck
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10 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 4:29pm
19th Jun 2019 4:29pm
Cash Out
Late night and chips are down
Man in middle wears a frown
Roulette player of no renown
Cleaning table going to town
All he needs is one more spin
Pushing the pile goes all in
Eyes a spectator with a grin
Can't be beat is going to win
Feet planted firm on ground
In for a penny in for a pound
Wheel spins round and round
Ball clicking it's a lucky sound
To pay back rent bet on black
Plans on getting girlfriend back
Red is the winner ack ack ack
Poor guy has a heart attack
Man in middle wears a frown
Roulette player of no renown
Cleaning table going to town
All he needs is one more spin
Pushing the pile goes all in
Eyes a spectator with a grin
Can't be beat is going to win
Feet planted firm on ground
In for a penny in for a pound
Wheel spins round and round
Ball clicking it's a lucky sound
To pay back rent bet on black
Plans on getting girlfriend back
Red is the winner ack ack ack
Poor guy has a heart attack
#fate
#money
#luck
544 reads
10 Comments
Northern1
Poem Published
19th Jun 2019 4:29pm
19th Jun 2019 4:29pm
Cash Out
Late night and chips are down
Man in middle wears a frown
Roulette player of no renown
Cleaning table going to town
All he needs is one more spin
Pushing the pile goes all in
Eyes a spectator with a grin
Can't be beat is going to win
Feet planted firm on ground
In for a penny in for a pound
Wheel spins round and round
Ball clicking it's a lucky sound
To pay back rent bet on black
Plans on getting girlfriend back
Red is the winner ack ack ack
Poor guy has a heart attack
Man in middle wears a frown
Roulette player of no renown
Cleaning table going to town
All he needs is one more spin
Pushing the pile goes all in
Eyes a spectator with a grin
Can't be beat is going to win
Feet planted firm on ground
In for a penny in for a pound
Wheel spins round and round
Ball clicking it's a lucky sound
To pay back rent bet on black
Plans on getting girlfriend back
Red is the winner ack ack ack
Poor guy has a heart attack
#fate
#money
#luck
544 reads
10 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
Bless: Flame Imperishable
Silently, she would remember a cry
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
#God
#spiritual
#luck
#karma
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
Bless: Flame Imperishable
Silently, she would remember a cry
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
#God
#spiritual
#luck
#karma
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
Bless: Flame Imperishable
Silently, she would remember a cry
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
#God
#spiritual
#luck
#karma
#JRRTolkien
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
Bless: Flame Imperishable
Silently, she would remember a cry
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
#God
#spiritual
#luck
#karma
#JRRTolkien
501 reads
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
13th Apr 2021 10:51pm
Bless: Flame Imperishable
Silently, she would remember a cry
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono* for it's ennex*
and the Vedic Way is...
#God
#spiritual
#luck
#karma
#JRRTolkien
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PAR
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
One-way ticket...
Why should I care for the new year?
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
#fate
#karma
#luck
#mirror
#NewYear
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PAR
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
One-way ticket...
Why should I care for the new year?
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
#fate
#karma
#luck
#mirror
#NewYear
165 reads
14 Comments
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