Best Tough Luck Poems

A friend of a friend is never a friend,
Enemies seem to follow you,
down that dead end.

What’s real?
Love is never pretend,
Well…..love used to be real before text and send.

Love is lust and lust is….trust.
Trust is just love without the fights and fuss.
Is that real? Depends on...

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Stuck in place…
Free in space…
you’re insane 
I’m as sweet as sugar cane…
Whatever happened to your unique personality?
Whatever happened to your sanity? 
Has it transformed to insanity?
I like the way you make me feel
Oh, you don’t have to make it a big deal
I love the way...

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An old southern tradition said to bring good luck throughout the year,
Is to eat black-eyed peas on New Years Day, a custom they hold so dear.
This Yankee boy had never heard of such 'til I wed my Confederate spouse!
Now, sixty years later we still observe...

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Imagine the weight of the air in that house
which in the summer months would strangle you,
wearing heated gloves. Tough luck.
A gulf of emotion that is always a week ahead;

trying to claw back
a sense of permanence

as it lingers in a cold sweat. Windows
crack with discomfort; the...

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Controversies have been circling ‘round my head
Regrets need to be let go – instead…
Dread gets in the way
Today isn’t so gray
There’s this deepness in your voice that I love most
It’s a thing that I won’t boast about – let’s have a toast 
Compassionate cleverness is...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: LI - Tongue-Teasers

If you want to give someone a « taste of his own medicine", you must first obtain sufficient quantities of the same medicine in the market, and if it’s out-of-stock - TOUGH LUCK ! - you have to employ some pharmaceutical...

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7/9/17

Getting stuck sucks
Call it tough luck
You must be nuts
I don't know you enough
So why would I just
Put very much trust
In someone that already bluffed
Over petty stuff

Mosquitoes and flies starting to buzz
A lot of sweat and blood
As I dug
Into hard ground and mud
During droughts and floods
The...

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The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and the ash sixty years of poetry). Paris: Les deux animaux,...

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One day I came upon a wall
Stretched as far as I could see.
I could hear nothing at all,
What were they keeping from me.

I began to look for a door,
Or a way to slip inside,
For this I could not ignore,
Had to see the other side.

After walking...

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The proverbial all pervading calm and inner peace,
Stability is what we choose to call it- to earn greens,
To eat them, to share it or to control it. So escapable
Yet, always avoided. The veil of contentment ever
So fallible.

Moving from thatched roofs to brick and mortar,
Crawling from...

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I was in command at the helm
when too much demand overwhelmed
couldn't find understanding felt pressure
declined as a man thought myself lesser
became linked with mental health
failed to deal with what life dealt, raw deal?

Maybe, still I feel I may have reordered my way of handle
I put...

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When It all began it was I,
who lent a hand,
you wanted to fall,
I built you up,
you wanted to fly,
well, tough luck,

In between,
you began to change,
your walls grew strong,
you were unafraid,

a passion that far excited mine,
as I began to lag behind,
You strung me along,
but I began...

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I lie awake inside my mind's ride
Gotta body-quake it away side by side
I fly away from my cage inside
And…I…and I tried to peacefully hide

I…tried to peacefully hide – denied 
Please don’t subside...don’t kill me with bitter pride
Didn’t mean to fail inside! 
There’s price unpaid with...

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running around where the waterfall is
out of nowhere there she is
naked as day....well....i am a typical male
i am the shy type, so i observe with considerable space
why do i do it....look out....here he comes
the luckiest man in the world he is
the king of tough luck...

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Respect
By
Tom Wright
Jan. 27, 1998

I, Respect,
am not bought with money,
nor taken by force.
I cannot be stolen
but must be earned.
Stories are often fabricated and denied
in an attempt to obtain me.
Waving at people
with Bible in hand on Sunday morning
cannot win respect.
If you talk the talk
you have to walk...

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