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.
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
254 reads
2 Comments
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
653 reads
3 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
646 reads
16 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
66 reads
6 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
509 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
417 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
13th Feb 2019 00:14am
13th Feb 2019 00:14am
Roulette of Rejection
I’m taking all bets so throw your soul in
Give the roulette of life another spin,
“As fate itself looks on and gives an evil grin
Regardless of red or black it ultimately win,
“Scared flesh and corrupt souls don’t live long
Annihilation in chorus and singing its disintegration song,
“Memories on Earth is lost forever after
Now for all eternity you are a forgotten bastard,
“Hell even refuse to let your ass rot
So consider it just a layover spot,
“Like fallen ash on Malebolge from a violent death
No air in the...
Give the roulette of life another spin,
“As fate itself looks on and gives an evil grin
Regardless of red or black it ultimately win,
“Scared flesh and corrupt souls don’t live long
Annihilation in chorus and singing its disintegration song,
“Memories on Earth is lost forever after
Now for all eternity you are a forgotten bastard,
“Hell even refuse to let your ass rot
So consider it just a layover spot,
“Like fallen ash on Malebolge from a violent death
No air in the...
#fate
#humankind
#luck
553 reads
3 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
467 reads
5 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
998 reads
1 Comment
Cipher_O
Poem Published
25th Jul 2021 11:38am
25th Jul 2021 11:38am
Dust to dust I suppose.
Dust
A pseudo-scientific
chiropractor
rolls eyes
at
waitress -
calling her dumb,
like
an over educated
under
intelligent
motherfucker.
Educated fool.
Elitist.
Flaccid penis.
Then…
Fucks my friend
or
tries,
Only to dip out
after
filling her heart with dreams.
Yeah…
I would drive to his state
just
to punch
him into oblivion &
dust
A pseudo-scientific
chiropractor
rolls eyes
at
waitress -
calling her dumb,
like
an over educated
under
intelligent
motherfucker.
Educated fool.
Elitist.
Flaccid penis.
Then…
Fucks my friend
or
tries,
Only to dip out
after
filling her heart with dreams.
Yeah…
I would drive to his state
just
to punch
him into oblivion &
dust
#TruthOfLife
#myself
#respect
#luck
#emotional
464 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
1125 reads
5 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 11:00pm
8th Aug 2023 11:00pm
The day all the socks matched up (with recording)
I awoke gently, wrapped in sunbeams and your leisurely arms.
The coffee was strong and patient.
All the pieces fit smoothly.
The poems wrote themselves, and rock ‘n roll did the chores.
Words were enjoyed for soul-sharing and fun, as shame took a long vacation.
All the meetings were constructive and punctual.
Laughter flickered like warming flames between songs and friends and forest adventures.
Ocean thunder cracked my heart wide open.
All the flies left me alone in the garden.
As dew amplified the scent of cooling...
The coffee was strong and patient.
All the pieces fit smoothly.
The poems wrote themselves, and rock ‘n roll did the chores.
Words were enjoyed for soul-sharing and fun, as shame took a long vacation.
All the meetings were constructive and punctual.
Laughter flickered like warming flames between songs and friends and forest adventures.
Ocean thunder cracked my heart wide open.
All the flies left me alone in the garden.
As dew amplified the scent of cooling...
#happiness
#music
#nostalgia #luck
#nostalgia #luck
398 reads
18 Comments
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