Poems About Luck Published by Members Recently Online
#luck
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
7th Oct 2020 11:28pm
7th Oct 2020 11:28pm
Southland Boulevard
Like a snowglobe
It's very clear
The sky is cloudless
The autumn's here
Final leave, you avoid me
Thin bundle of firewood,
I enjoy the glow,
A yellow-blue
The atmosphere is intense
It reveals your thoughts like a spotlight on a stage actor
Hold eye contact for more than a few seconds, go on,
Try it.
It's good to switch it up,
The stop sign glows in the light
Glinting as if a car were passing
But the street is empty
It's very clear
The sky is cloudless
The autumn's here
Final leave, you avoid me
Thin bundle of firewood,
I enjoy the glow,
A yellow-blue
The atmosphere is intense
It reveals your thoughts like a spotlight on a stage actor
Hold eye contact for more than a few seconds, go on,
Try it.
It's good to switch it up,
The stop sign glows in the light
Glinting as if a car were passing
But the street is empty
#sun
#sky
#luck
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2 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
7th Oct 2020 11:28pm
7th Oct 2020 11:28pm
Southland Boulevard
Like a snowglobe
It's very clear
The sky is cloudless
The autumn's here
Final leave, you avoid me
Thin bundle of firewood,
I enjoy the glow,
A yellow-blue
The atmosphere is intense
It reveals your thoughts like a spotlight on a stage actor
Hold eye contact for more than a few seconds, go on,
Try it.
It's good to switch it up,
The stop sign glows in the light
Glinting as if a car were passing
But the street is empty
It's very clear
The sky is cloudless
The autumn's here
Final leave, you avoid me
Thin bundle of firewood,
I enjoy the glow,
A yellow-blue
The atmosphere is intense
It reveals your thoughts like a spotlight on a stage actor
Hold eye contact for more than a few seconds, go on,
Try it.
It's good to switch it up,
The stop sign glows in the light
Glinting as if a car were passing
But the street is empty
#sun
#sky
#luck
331 reads
2 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
7th Oct 2020 11:28pm
7th Oct 2020 11:28pm
Southland Boulevard
Like a snowglobe
It's very clear
The sky is cloudless
The autumn's here
Final leave, you avoid me
Thin bundle of firewood,
I enjoy the glow,
A yellow-blue
The atmosphere is intense
It reveals your thoughts like a spotlight on a stage actor
Hold eye contact for more than a few seconds, go on,
Try it.
It's good to switch it up,
The stop sign glows in the light
Glinting as if a car were passing
But the street is empty
It's very clear
The sky is cloudless
The autumn's here
Final leave, you avoid me
Thin bundle of firewood,
I enjoy the glow,
A yellow-blue
The atmosphere is intense
It reveals your thoughts like a spotlight on a stage actor
Hold eye contact for more than a few seconds, go on,
Try it.
It's good to switch it up,
The stop sign glows in the light
Glinting as if a car were passing
But the street is empty
#sun
#sky
#luck
331 reads
2 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
Game Over
Well as luck would have it
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
#dark
#despair
#drugs
#fate
#luck
244 reads
4 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
Game Over
Well as luck would have it
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
#dark
#despair
#drugs
#fate
#luck
244 reads
4 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
Game Over
Well as luck would have it
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
#dark
#despair
#drugs
#fate
#luck
244 reads
4 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
Game Over
Well as luck would have it
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
#dark
#despair
#drugs
#fate
#luck
244 reads
4 Comments
zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
1st Feb 2025 8:10am
Game Over
Well as luck would have it
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
I got the short end of the stick
It could be raining titties
and I'd get hit with a dic
I just broke my last cigarette
and see someone done stole my red bic
Ain't it sick how quick things slip
Into the shadows of the abyss
From this eclipse
From a dub to G then a ball now a
zip
Never should've taken that last hit
or that first sip
or chopped and crossed
That final little fine flat-line
That intertwined into a bind
Being confined behind the...
#dark
#despair
#drugs
#fate
#luck
244 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 9:06pm
30th Nov 2021 9:06pm
last chance
Luck is always the last refuge of laziness
and incompetence.—James Cash Penney
chances are dances,
when there are plenty,
that leave you empty
as time advances.
one day the rope-fray
becomes your own noose;
no more can you choose
how high to ballet.
last chance is last dance,
then comes the jury,
freedom or fury,
rape of circumstance.
© Copyright 2021 November 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
and incompetence.—James Cash Penney
chances are dances,
when there are plenty,
that leave you empty
as time advances.
one day the rope-fray
becomes your own noose;
no more can you choose
how high to ballet.
last chance is last dance,
then comes the jury,
freedom or fury,
rape of circumstance.
© Copyright 2021 November 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#fate
#luck
#determination
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cabcool
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 9:06pm
30th Nov 2021 9:06pm
last chance
Luck is always the last refuge of laziness
and incompetence.—James Cash Penney
chances are dances,
when there are plenty,
that leave you empty
as time advances.
one day the rope-fray
becomes your own noose;
no more can you choose
how high to ballet.
last chance is last dance,
then comes the jury,
freedom or fury,
rape of circumstance.
© Copyright 2021 November 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
and incompetence.—James Cash Penney
chances are dances,
when there are plenty,
that leave you empty
as time advances.
one day the rope-fray
becomes your own noose;
no more can you choose
how high to ballet.
last chance is last dance,
then comes the jury,
freedom or fury,
rape of circumstance.
© Copyright 2021 November 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#fate
#luck
#determination
293 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 9:06pm
30th Nov 2021 9:06pm
last chance
Luck is always the last refuge of laziness
and incompetence.—James Cash Penney
chances are dances,
when there are plenty,
that leave you empty
as time advances.
one day the rope-fray
becomes your own noose;
no more can you choose
how high to ballet.
last chance is last dance,
then comes the jury,
freedom or fury,
rape of circumstance.
© Copyright 2021 November 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
and incompetence.—James Cash Penney
chances are dances,
when there are plenty,
that leave you empty
as time advances.
one day the rope-fray
becomes your own noose;
no more can you choose
how high to ballet.
last chance is last dance,
then comes the jury,
freedom or fury,
rape of circumstance.
© Copyright 2021 November 30
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#fate
#luck
#determination
293 reads
0 Comments
thinlane
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 8:56pm
3rd May 2020 8:56pm
Waiting For A Miracle
Is it okay to be waiting for a miracle
When I don't believe in that God presence
Which is supposed to supply it for me?
I've been waiting a long time without any sign of it
So maybe you've got to be a believer
Before you see that kind of luck
Maybe I'll stop calling it a miracle
And just call it a good break
My turn for the coin to drop heads up.
I feel like that would be a miracle though
Since it never happens for me
So what's in a name?
When I don't believe in that God presence
Which is supposed to supply it for me?
I've been waiting a long time without any sign of it
So maybe you've got to be a believer
Before you see that kind of luck
Maybe I'll stop calling it a miracle
And just call it a good break
My turn for the coin to drop heads up.
I feel like that would be a miracle though
Since it never happens for me
So what's in a name?
#luck
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