Best Lottery Poems


Lottery Winner Helps Homeless

As I walked into the banquet hall of the 
 Goodman’s Inn, the first thing that stood
 out to me were the eyes of the people. I
 felt as though I could actually see hope. Eyes 
 seemed to sparkle and everyone in the hall
 sat talking to the others sitting around them
 as they waited for the main course of the evening. 
 To understand this report we need to go back just 
 over a year ago when Lindsey Long won the 50 
 million dollar lottery. Apparently the multimillionaire 
 booked the Goodman’s Inn for December 24th through 
 to January 2nd of this year solely to house the homeless 
 over the Christmas holidays. Miss Long walked through 
 the streets herself over the last week inviting the 
 unfortunate homeless to come to the motel for these      
 festivities. Lindsey Long has not only provided the rooms 
 for this week, she also has clothed them with new 
 wardrobes and warm winter clothing and accessories.
 Now as the people sat around the table they were
 told Miss Long had an announcement. We all waited 
 to hear what this amazing lady had to say
 and excitement filled the room. When this 
 beautiful young woman began to talk there
 wasn’t one dry eye in the building. She told them 
 how she was not going to just send them back
 on the street next week but how she had
 built a new centre that would have sleeping
 facilities and showers to accommodate all
 of them. This new facility will be serving 
 three meals a day which will be prepared solely 
 from themselves on a voluntary bases. 
 The feeling in the Inn that night was pure joy
 and as the people realized the impact of this
 wonderful news, they all broke out singing
 It Came Upon a Midnight Clear. This is 
 Rhonda Reeds reporting for 
 The Good Newspaper.
 Merry Christmas everyone.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.12.2014
Sponsor Mystic Rose
The Good Newspaper 
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Premium Member Life's Lottery

highest interest payments
for all is for time
some born free some with the bill

so what is this life
for some all that is touched gold
the power of the plough died

life had not been kind their land
arid accepted them both
one headstone dues paid

Entered Triple New Charlieku poetry contest.
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12/12/2022

Premium Member The Gaza Lottery

Look up to the sky
will you live or will you die?
is a lottery you see
we the west dropping aid
pretty and adorable exploding bombs
the grandest casino of war
will we save you?
even so not for long
you will be slaughtered 
our masters decide


Hollywood Lottery Game

the early bird gets the worm
wake up in the morning to be told
what one of the winning numbers is
playing along
can you figure out
the metaphors throughout the scenes
from music to movies
and wherever else

an amazing statement
and finaly you know
there is method to all your madness

so many scenes of this hollywood lottery game
getting ready to set it all off
among like attracting like
the things you enjoy to see
the winner of this lottery game
is truly deserving

among the mess
another slide for the one who shouldn't win
superstitious
now you know the game we play
the race is on for me to take the wrong one
the several others should be ok

Premium Member Scratch Off Lottery Ticket

There is a certain kind of game to play
It states that you can win in any way
Scratch off the secret spot
Thinking you’ve won a lot
Disappointed, you lose every penny

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Susan Burch's "Lottery Ticket Limerick" contest

1/2/2012

Premium Member Winning the Lottery

If I won the lottery today,
I would shout "Hip, hip, hooray!"
It would be a miracle, no doubt,
If it really came about,
As I've not bought a ticket to play.


1/3/12  for Susan Burch's Lottery Limerick contest


Premium Member The Lottery

Cars raced passed, 
As I patiently waited, 
Nervously filled with distrust. 
At a crossing where safe crossing, 
Is now indicated, 
This courier of fortunes 
Not yet out of luck. 
  
I pick up my pace 
Like a man on a mission. 
My thoughts now a vortex 
Of possible plays. 
But to visit this office 
A long planned decision. 
The matter at hand 
Sheer providence dictates. 
  
The doors open freely, 
I enter within, 
To the cheers of firm staffers 
And welcoming smiles. 
Word had spread quickly 
To my eyes and chagrin, 
At the expense of my privacy, 
My name now beguiled. 
  
The anteroom sanctum 
Filled with polite pushy haste, 
Containing serious suits 
Who’d not rise from their seats, 
Till proof be their witness, 
No moment to waste, 
And the breech of my privacy? 
Short apology, hurried movement,
And onward at a feverish pace! 
  
Careful inspection and lens, 
Quickly confirm my declare, 
Faces stiffened to stifle,  
The emotional urge; 
To rejoice while an outside call  
To far voices is made, 
Numbers again shared, 
One through six, double check,  
Final digits confirmed. 
  
Moods shifted quickly 
As reality spawns. 
To great cheers
And some fanfare,  
Till ushered away; 
With military precision, 
And much tinted glass, 
Police guarding me 
And ticket, 
From mayhem this day. 
  
Since winning the big one, 
I've gained many friends, 
Among them some old ones
Who at best were estranged; 
Now calling me sir, 
With no memory of past, 
Nine figures and wow, 
Both handsome AND popular... 
...finally, at last!

© Michael Wegman, 2014

Premium Member If I Won the Lottery

I used to say if I won the lottery, I would buy a big church for my Dad.
But that country preacher has gone to glory, and now has a mansion for his pad.
For my Mother I would buy a big house, and a brand new car.
She would have servants, a grand piano, and a gold guitar.

I would have no trouble finding a suitable date.
But they would have to be screened, or get stopped at the gate.
My ex would come running, but I would tell him, “Not a chance.”
What the heck, I would buy him a house too, but there would be no romance.

I would travel, and go dancing each night with a new man,
With no worries or cares, except for working on my tan.
I would own at least ten dogs in my country estate,
And they would have their own nanny, and eat off a silver plate.

Maybe I would tire of champagne and caviar, and dancing til sunrise,
And if so, I would go off to McDonald’s for a Big Mac and french fries.
I would have my own driver, and a giant motorhome.
I would be camping in luxury...and in the 50 states I would roam.

Premium Member Playing the Lottery

PLAYING THE LOTTERY

A young lady named Nanny Lou Wicket
Bought herself a lottery ticket
She won so much cash 
It caused a heart attack
Now the money is gone, and so is Nanny Lou Wicket

Lottery Tickets

lottery tickets
get your hopes high to be or
not to be fulfilled.

Love -N- the Lottery

Rick held a winning ticket and a flame

He said, “Dear, I love you more than this claim!”

Just before he set fire

She charged with a live wire

And soon a wealthy widow she became

Life Is a Lottery

We three sat in the bar
Horse racing on TV
Lets take a gamble said we
As the horse,s  lined up, just three
We all backed a different horse
None of us won, how come
My stake was a straight win on the second
My mate had a straight win on the third
No prize for second or third  place
You should have seen my face
We turn to third man with joy
He must have won, oh boy
No, he gambled on a forecast
First two past the post in correct order 
One won, the other last
This gambling game is murder
Three men, three horses
Six possible winning outcomes 
Life sure is a lottery
Stick to solitaire
Eventually you will get there
Winning the lottery
Twenty million horses lined up
You need the first six past the post to win
Throw your tickets in the bin
© John Scott  Create an image from this poem.

Lottery Ticket: a Beseech Form Poem

Worthless lottery ticket!
I blew a pound,
Hoping you would be a winner.
I only used a quid I found,
But I could have spent it 
On something wiser.
Worthless lottery ticket!
Should I become a miser?

Stupid lottery ticket!
You won ten quid.
Just three numbers matched.
You’ve done better than the last one did,
But I can’t go on a world cruise.
Maybe my luck will change…
Stupid lottery ticket!
Perhaps the next will be top of the range?

Improving lottery ticket!
You won thirty pounds - 
But it sure isn’t a lot:
I can’t buy a big house with grounds.
A bit of luck, but not enough
(Although, I guess it’s better than I’ve had before).
Improving lottery ticket!
Will I ever win more?

Lucky lottery ticket!
Five numbers nets me five grand!
I hoped it would have been ten times that.
Come on, Fortuna, lend a huge hand
And help me match six numbers.
I want a life of ease.
Lucky lottery ticket!
Lady Luck, won’t you help me a little more, please?

Jackpot lottery ticket!
Six numbers at last!
I can leave work and enjoy life,
Being broke belongs in the past,
The world is my oyster now -
I’ve suddenly become handsome with charm and wit!
Jackpot lottery ticket!
Oh, darn – where did I put it?
© Jack Horne  Create an image from this poem.

My Lottery

my lottery
gentlemen need loaves bread
others wishes to be civilized
i myself wishe ur deployed
                                                           the road you go 
                                                               the chair you sit and the river you swim
                                                                                                     disturb me and blame 
the garment you wear
oinment you colour
the blinks the pigments they are
the love genarated the fire
i cannot resist shall i swear 
                                                                 at the begining of the the year people flock to Dv
                                                             in other ways i go to DSTV
                                                     infact of america is not as such concern for me and i am not sensitive 
                                                                  you are victorious i am your  fugitive
                                                                 defeating you is as  far as PLUTO and complicative
                                                                  
madness i am 
craziness i become
cool you are how to play your game 
day and dawn i dream
 i miss you at the morning  getting harm 
                                                                                               you do not understand this 
                                                                                       how i become embarassed and my crisis
                                                                                          my pulse doubles 
                                                                                             my words whispers 
                                                                                           my breathing changes
                                                                                                 my sickness relapses
people  encouraged with      money
sealers satisfies with their business 
mine is not that my earnest is you 
my happieness and my value
you are the solely you are my lottery 
do not far from me i will get crazy
fee will knock to us if we become so happy
do not hesitate my lovely 
we will be wealthy 
come on my beautiful you are my lottery(2)

Genetic Lottery Wheel

Genetic Lottery Wheel


Playing the genetic lottery wheel taking another spin
Hoping it will pass me by but I always seem to win

Placed around the wheel various illnesses and diseases
Addictions, mood swings or joints that ache or freezes

Diabetes, high blood pressure, and osteoporosis
 Thank God I haven’t hit the one with tuberculous 

Just the other day I was lucky to hit fibromyalgia
On the genetic wheel even has a place for nostalgia

I know this isn’t an illness or disease but cruelty I believe
They give you a quick glance back on how it use to be

The wheel keeps growing and more is added each day
But everyone has their own wheel with its own display

We can’t choose if we win or lose or what we will get
But maybe you will be lucky and hit the flu or night sweats 

Good Luck!!

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