Poems About Luck Published by Members Recently Online
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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
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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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DaVinci_07
Leo
Leo
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 11:29pm
16th Oct 2021 11:29pm
Spooky with a Booty
That time of year
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
...
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
...
#lust
#Halloween
#funny #luck
#funny #luck
1017 reads
13 Comments
DaVinci_07
Leo
Leo
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 11:29pm
16th Oct 2021 11:29pm
Spooky with a Booty
That time of year
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
...
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
...
#lust
#Halloween
#funny #luck
#funny #luck
1017 reads
13 Comments
DaVinci_07
Leo
Leo
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 11:29pm
16th Oct 2021 11:29pm
Spooky with a Booty
That time of year
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
...
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
...
#lust
#Halloween
#funny #luck
#funny #luck
1017 reads
13 Comments
DaVinci_07
Leo
Leo
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 11:29pm
16th Oct 2021 11:29pm
Spooky with a Booty
That time of year
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
...
When spooky can be naughty.
The only fright
losing my sight.
Fear, anxiety, horror, spine-chilling, nightmares
Not the reaction from
Lace, fishnets, push-up, low-cut, spandex and lipstick
Wow! look at that derriere!
That booty so nice
Oh, those lanterns
Memory for a jack
Pondering do they taste
like pumpkin spice.
What is spooky,
can the tiniest material
contain that firm booty
She without a care
sipping Halloween cocktails
I’m trying not to stare
...
#lust
#Halloween
#funny #luck
#funny #luck
1017 reads
13 Comments
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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14 Comments
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
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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