Chance Poems - Poems about Chance

Take that chance every chance you get, fall on your face and then forget, live your life without regret, take that chance every chance you get. More risk by far to never make the run, and lose your dreams one by one, and forgetting each until you’re done. Rather rise and embrace each day, another step on your chosen way, there’s no better time...

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Where were you when we met just now In something of a hub, Airport terminal or hotel lobby, As you walked right by And our eyes met Yours growing in shocked amazement As you exclaimed, “What are you doing here!?” And we hugged in warm embrace. You now long gone And yet still we meet in transit Each of us on our tangential ways The years...

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Wind Of Chance The billowing wind rendered alluring melodies luring many men thirsty for his fate each beholding his cup full of frothing lager concealing the lethal dregs making the jolly man a hollow being ...

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Insanity and back again Somethings got to give Whatever you do Please don't shout my name It calls up the demon In me We partied when we were young Had to stop the world from turning We ran as fast as we could and then faster You lived for the minute and never thought it all would be gone Crushing killing Creative aptitude Not even thinking of...

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Did we meet when stars aligned? Or when fate dragged our paths, to coincide, to bump together, sidled up, side by side, by coincidence, in time and space? Or did we slide into the same path by accident? Enchanted to dance by chance, with happenstance and serendipity, on a path less traveled? We met in a deserted park, in a deserted ghost...

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Dreams may come true but don't hold your breath, be wise and put all the chances on your side... plan your work and work your plan. AP: Honorable Mention 2025 ...

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As I run away from the chains, not a single one of my principles drifted out of my mind, I know what's right and what's wrong for me I can take actions by chance and leaps of faith I escaped from the herd, I do not take revenge but I choose to stay calm Resentment is control,...

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Have you ever imagined what it would be like to be the seed of a dandelion? Floating on the wind. Free. Have you ever wondered how it would feel to be a fawn? A baby deer, leaping through the woods. Running free. How do you think it would feel to be mocked? To be teased? To be bullied? Not free. But, wouldn't it be so much worse to be the bully. Not a chance for...

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Physicists may say, 'Random is not truly random, it only appears to be,' but another theory goes, (according to me) 'Not so when playing games of chance,' (and I have done the sums) for this experiment logic states, 'The odds in favour are 5 to 1.' As I spy with my little eye, seeing spots and counting dots on a regular die, (these don't go to 11) the...

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Life is not about me and you. It is about love. What happens to love when spouses turn against each other. When brother turns his face against his brother. When nations raise sirens of war. Love stands defeated, head bent low, looking down in shame and sadness. So, my dear friend today let us not...

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Open your heart Listen to my knocks on its door. Open your heart So that our real love can start, And it can flow into your core. Give me the chance to love you more. Open your heart. Written as a Rondelet: A French form of poetry....

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My Hands Today My hands are getting old today. They are getting old right in front of my eyes. I suppose the rest of my face is following, But I can not see that happening. There is some peace in that, But my hands…? I don’t mind hard work. I never minded hard work. I liked hard...

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The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood four to two, with but an inning left to play. And when Cooney fell at first, and Barrows met the same, A hush of sorrow drifted down upon the homeward game. A scattered few were rising, hats pulled low to shade their pride, While others stared in...

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I don’t raise my voice. I raise stakes. One quiet word can tilt the floor beneath you. It’s not about force-- it’s about weight. Where you place it. When you shift it. Who you let believe you’re not watching. I learned early the value of silence, how it echoes louder when someone leans in. Let them underestimate. Let them smile like they’ve won something. I’ll be the hand on the fulcrum. They’ll call it...

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She didn’t want diamonds—just her dad’s eyes. But his love was lost in fire and lies. Raised by a mother who broke, but stayed, While the stepmother hit and love decayed. She hid in closets to feel safe, Surviving storms, silence, and hate. One birthday broke her—she ran, she cried, But behind the wheel, she finally replied. Blamed. Locked up. Left in the...

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