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K Balachandran Jan 2019
Dangling red hot sun,
Mellows, finds no better luck;
Ease in to dark sea!
Osheen Khan Jan 2019
हमेशा नाकामयाबी पर लोग कहते है की लक अच्छा नहीं था,
मेहनत तो बहुत की थी हमने लेकिन लक अच्छा नहीं था,
जब वही लोग किसी काम में फ़तेह हासिल कर लेते है, तो लक को भी अपना बेस्ट बताते है,
जो पहले बेड लक था फिर वही बाद में बेस्ट हो गया, न जाने इस समय में ऐसा क्या चेंज हो गया ?
में तो सोचती हूँ कि सारा माजरा बस लगन और शिद्दत का होता है,
प्लीज कोई बताएगा मुझे की,  के
लक ! ये क्या होता है ?
बुज़ुर्ग कहते है,
किस्मत से ज़्यादा किसी को नहीं मिला,   और किस्मत ऊपर से लिखकर आती है,
में सोचती हूँ अगर ऐसा है तो,   बिन कुछ किये कोई चीज़ हाथ क्यों नहीं आती है ?
फिर एक दिन मुझे ये समझ आयी ये बात !  ऊपरवाले ने भेजी तो है किस्मत सबके साथ
पर वह लकीरो की भूल भुलैया में छिपी रहती है,उसे खोजना पड़ता है,
हाँ यार !उसे ढूंढने के लिए भी कुछ करना पड़ता है,
फाइनली तब जाकर समझ आए ये बात मुझको,
लक ! ये क्या होता है ?
लक ! ये क्या होता है ?
what is luck..This Poem Describe Mine thought about Luck.....
Hunter Dec 2018
Feel my emotions
And here drink these potions
Hopefully these fix you right up
And make you feel tough
It's a mixture of 3 things
Love, Hope, Luck, all give means
Of seeing us together
After all the weather
These three things hold us
So please don't put up a fuss
Let the potions do the work
So our pain can hit the dirt
So we cannot be hurt
Let me help you
To help me too
Kyle Kulseth Dec 2018
Dive past the splash page,
let's melt with the inkstains.
It's Autumn, the heat fades.
               The tale
          is unfolding fast

Now turn past the last page
of last time. We'll retrace
the panels, their contents
               you cried.
          But was it canon?

               Play this night here
                         as it lays.
               Place bets on you--
          we've both debts unpaid.
       Wasted time to redeem today
                       And I'd say...
               We're onto something.

                         Knock-
                                    -ing
                 ­         Rust
                             off iron hearts
                         to rewrite our days.

                      
I've got a feeling--
Let hopes ride; no sure thing.
The voices from downtown,
               they blend--
          a thousand songs sung.

The wind and the trees whisper,
"Encapsulate this
moment. It's flawless."
               It's art.
          And I'm past falling.

               Play this night here
                         as it lays.
                  My bet's on you--
          we've both debts unpaid.
       Wasted time to redeem today
                       And I'd say...
               We're onto something.

                 Read the writings
                       on the page.
                 The story's drawn
                and the panels laid.
       Waste no ink on departed shades,
                       as they say.
               We're onto something.

                           Knock-
                                    -ing
                 ­         Rust
                             off iron hearts
                         to rewrite our days.
Commemorating 9/20/2017
JJ Inda Dec 2018
feels like a re-run,
a cig you ***
when you’re down
on your luck.
something is about to break,
maybe it’s your day
or maybe
it’s just you.
How lucky you are, darling, you are loved.
Loved by the universe, loved by the stars,
To only you, my only heart revolved.
A destined parting, written in mirth's scars.
A parting that never mattered to me,
Wishing you'd remember my votive love
has set thee broken, yet alive and free.

How lucky you are, darling, you are loved.
I chased you alone with a beating heart,
You cut my tongue and sadly felt unloved
Spent good times, instead it rips me apart.
I could fill a well water made by tears
Promises I say, only you shall hear.

How lucky you are, darling, you are loved.
As I discern cents weigh better than me.
Stood in a dark cloak, pretty and gloved.
And when gone, the universe would not see,
Oh, she was a ghost who loved me...
Oh a lesson learnt when she disappeared.

"How lucky you are, you have me,"
That is what they would tell to you.
But most of all, darling, smile.
Because how lucky you are,
You are loved.
How lucky you are, my dear best friend, I love you all my heart.
I wish you know even if you already hurt me alot of times.
Check - work nine-to-five, eat, sleep, draw again.
Surviving the day, nothing more, c'est bien.

Or call - easy choice for the hand you were dealt.
Just settle for average; win, lose; both unfelt.

If you need to, just quit; to accept it, just fold.
Be resigned to your fate; easy just isn't bold.

If not, you might lose; see pain, heartbreak, and death.
Bracing for blows that will knock out your breath.

So you didn't call a bluff, didn't sees players who cheat?
Or they raised you too much, now you're feeling the heat.

And life may be a *****, she deals hands unfair.
She's the muscle who beats you; detached, doesn't care.

But here's the kicker, dear life's only tell -
There's so much more out there; fight right to the bell!

'Cuz quitting the game after one bad beat?
You'd risk every win, for fear of defeat?

Not even one pair? Means no partner for life?
No falling in love, no taking the dive.

I guess if you're scared, that's a dangerous risk
Probably not worth the bet.

No three of a kind? No partners in crime?
No best friends for life, no slowing down time?

I guess that you're busy, with your job, for your cheque.
Probably not worth the bet.

And no full house? Means no family to kiss...
No building your future, no dogs, and no kids?

I guess it's hard work to lay down those bricks;
Probably not worth the bet.

No royal flush? No laughter, no tears?
No joy and no sorrow, no fun and no fears?

I guess if the bad scares you more than the good,
Probably not worth the bet.

For you, at least, that all may be fact.
You'll hold back your gambles, buy-in if you're backed.

You save up your chips for just the right hand,
And don't see that they are all equally grand.

For life may be cruel, but she gives loans for chips,
So keep playing the game until your luck flips.

So, me? Hit me, life. I'll stick out my chin.  
In this game we're playing?
Hell, I'm all in.
Keith Mitchell Dec 2018
my open window
looking out with anticipation
cloudy day
waiting for rain drops
precious sounds of life
trickledown into a thunderstorm
crackle of light
reaching from the clouds to the ground
cloud condensation nuclei
magic droplets start to fall
clouds pass
anticipated blue sky
sun raining rays
creatures buzzing
bird wings flapping
luck of the universe
bringing loveliness into my vision
kismet of my ideas
when reaching for the unknown
ladybug lands on me
providing the luck
elytra open like a mechanical contraption in my dreams
protecting precious veined wings
off you go with exquisite elegance
graceful motion
ballerinas
mimicking
your moves
grand jeté
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