Chance Poems - Poems about Chance

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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[Verse 1] She was seventeen, wild and free Barefoot dancing by the sea Golden hair and sun-kissed skin The kind of girl that draws you in He was just a Georgia boy With a six-string and a heart full of noise They met where the tide rolls in Two strangers chasing the wind [Pre-Chorus] A weekend flame, a whispered name No plans to stay, no one...

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The chance to change always exists A prompt of willingness will lead Giving way to the clearing mist Patience, boundaries, are a need Just like a tree takes time to grow A prompt of willingness will lead All that you love, is what you know Space brings reflection, wisdom and peace Just like a tree takes time to grow Negativity to release Let the wind...

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Don't think I'm antique. My words reach their peak. My throat will soon break. Give me a chance, for God's sake. Why should you speak for my sake? Can you heal my every ache? You are interpreting my words. Can you interpret the cries of the birds? Without even reading any of my poems Out of them, you create mayhems. Allow me to speak, my...

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I have measured the math of a mustard seed, traced the geometry of origin, the angles of mercy, run fingers over the ridges of history and found Him— in carbon’s conspiracy, ...

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Tell me, my friend, does infinity not unsettle your reason, or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless? Look beyond the rust of your disbelief— this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you imagine. This is the marrow of things, the architecture of why. I...

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Glimmering orbs, so frail, so clear, Drift in the glow of fate’s frontier. Born on breezes, wild or kind, Their paths entwine, then slip behind. Each sphere a tale, both carved and held, Of hearts made whole, or softly felled. Through love’s warm hold or anger’s blaze, They etch their arcs in unseen ways. Some meet in whispers, soft and brief, Others crack loud...

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Until we meet again Not by chance But by design Not by accident But by choices accepted or declined Not by coincidence But by the alignment of our souls Not by a fluke But by universal sparks that unite our unrelenting goals Not by a stroke of luck But by focus and a guided decision Not by blind impact But by stars on a predetermined collision Until we...

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