Poems About Luck by Top Critiquers
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Poems about luck by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
27th Jun 2019 00:07am
27th Jun 2019 00:07am
A BEAUTIFUL SENSATION
From inside my dream there we are just you and me as the night breeze blows through the trees under a prefect moonlight night as it hangs within the mere dimensions of space and time, for as we walk hand in hand into the shadows of the night lets step into a dream world of our own fantasies of sensual addiction of our body and soul submerging our minds into subconsciousness.
...
...
#fate
#luck
642 reads
3 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
407 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
14th Mar 2024 11:10pm
14th Mar 2024 11:10pm
MY MUSE RESURRECTED ME
My heart was bound
in chains feeling the
pains of losing you.
The attention given
by others didn't heal;
only served as a reminder.
Offers of endless pleasure
by the Nymphs on Erotic
shorelines were futile..
THEN!
OH THEN!
CLIO, the daughter
of Zeus, the
Muse of History; one
of the nine Muses,
came to me in a vision
and beautiful poetry;
with a message of hope..
I came alive as she rang
my doorbell. OMG! MY
Muse resurrected me back
to erotic adventures never
dreamed of. I bow daily...
in chains feeling the
pains of losing you.
The attention given
by others didn't heal;
only served as a reminder.
Offers of endless pleasure
by the Nymphs on Erotic
shorelines were futile..
THEN!
OH THEN!
CLIO, the daughter
of Zeus, the
Muse of History; one
of the nine Muses,
came to me in a vision
and beautiful poetry;
with a message of hope..
I came alive as she rang
my doorbell. OMG! MY
Muse resurrected me back
to erotic adventures never
dreamed of. I bow daily...
#fate
#mythology
#luck
242 reads
2 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
160 reads
14 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2019 1:57am
3rd Oct 2019 1:57am
Pretty Women are Smiling at Me
I don't know what it is
Possibly my new skin cancer scar
Is that possible ?
It's healing nicely
Looks like the remnants of a bar fight
Not the action I usually go for
Poet's are lovers and thinkers
I'll take those smiles though
Fucking cancer has to be good for something
Possibly my new skin cancer scar
Is that possible ?
It's healing nicely
Looks like the remnants of a bar fight
Not the action I usually go for
Poet's are lovers and thinkers
I'll take those smiles though
Fucking cancer has to be good for something
#fate
#luck
#cancer
636 reads
16 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
15th Apr 2021 9:17pm
15th Apr 2021 9:17pm
In a State of Grace
Spin the wheel” the professor brightly said
So I did and went back to nineteen ninety-one
To days of youth and paths I once feared to tread
To a time when passion seemed to weigh a ton
I smiled reliving the moments I once treasured
For the times I sighed and cried with a heavy heart
For the formative years when I felt the pressure
Through a depression I hid while playing the part
But I kept it hidden below the undergrowth
Like secrets in the deepest recesses of the soul
It grew roots to the core and swore an oath ...
So I did and went back to nineteen ninety-one
To days of youth and paths I once feared to tread
To a time when passion seemed to weigh a ton
I smiled reliving the moments I once treasured
For the times I sighed and cried with a heavy heart
For the formative years when I felt the pressure
Through a depression I hid while playing the part
But I kept it hidden below the undergrowth
Like secrets in the deepest recesses of the soul
It grew roots to the core and swore an oath ...
#love
#fate
#music
#luck
#NaPoWriMo2021
499 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2019 1:18am
2nd Mar 2019 1:18am
natural history
in the museum this
morning, studying fossils;
afternoon in the pub
drinking beer out of
bottles, thinking will it
really happen to us ..
morning, studying fossils;
afternoon in the pub
drinking beer out of
bottles, thinking will it
really happen to us ..
#luck
460 reads
5 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:48am
2nd Jan 2025 6:48am
hmmmmm...
that day.
that special day in
everyone's life they
talk about as being
the very
best.
I'm still
waiting
for it.
that special day in
everyone's life they
talk about as being
the very
best.
I'm still
waiting
for it.
#aging
#luck
84 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Sep 2018 1:00am
25th Sep 2018 1:00am
French Quarter Whore
Irvin Mayfield’s Jazz Playhouse
Royal Sonesta Hotel
New Orleans, Louisiana
I was sitting at the Jazz Bar on Bourbon Street. After, I had already downed two Cosmos, and working on my third. I was feeling the mood, the atmosphere, the southern dialect heard in the distance background sounded as if I crossed an entire continent to hear such southern blended dialects.
Several moments later, I decided to sip the last remains of my drink. I decided to rise and check out several more Jazz Bars establishments on the stroll. However, before, I rose...
Royal Sonesta Hotel
New Orleans, Louisiana
I was sitting at the Jazz Bar on Bourbon Street. After, I had already downed two Cosmos, and working on my third. I was feeling the mood, the atmosphere, the southern dialect heard in the distance background sounded as if I crossed an entire continent to hear such southern blended dialects.
Several moments later, I decided to sip the last remains of my drink. I decided to rise and check out several more Jazz Bars establishments on the stroll. However, before, I rose...
#fate
#luck
983 reads
1 Comment
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
28th Nov 2023 2:29pm
28th Nov 2023 2:29pm
The Space Beyond The Clouds
The Space Between The Words
Those blue spires within blue clouds
where winged angels roam the heavens
and between the gaping void of the cliffs
the winds blow an eolian anthem
and the cosmic eternal whole lays his hand.
the rocky tips challenging the deep firmament
sending their muted calls to space, beyond..
and down on earth, wanders a sylvan spirit
between the aging trees, a murmur is heard
the forest whispers a spotless, timeless tune
of ghouls and of the past lore of the true world
a cavern...
Those blue spires within blue clouds
where winged angels roam the heavens
and between the gaping void of the cliffs
the winds blow an eolian anthem
and the cosmic eternal whole lays his hand.
the rocky tips challenging the deep firmament
sending their muted calls to space, beyond..
and down on earth, wanders a sylvan spirit
between the aging trees, a murmur is heard
the forest whispers a spotless, timeless tune
of ghouls and of the past lore of the true world
a cavern...
#fate
#apocalypse
#mythology #luck
#mythology #luck
196 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2019 8:19pm
3rd Feb 2019 8:19pm
Bonnie and Clyde
#lust
#sex
#luck
#dirty
#passion
1119 reads
5 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
1004 reads
13 Comments
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