Flaming red vault of heaven
Regal orb affluence of seven
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
We will all have good and bad luck in our life
sometimes in the same day.
May we be blessed to endure the bad luck
so we can be there to enjoy
when the good luck comes our way.
“Good Night and Good Luck,”
Brought to us from the stage,
Allowed viewers from home
To with theater engage.
Based on Edward R. Murrow
Who, for CBS News,
Got to challenge McCarthy,
It got rave reviews.
Though George Clooney was brilliant,
As was the whole cast,
What most got me was watching
A glimpse of the past…
When the bad guy was finally
Brought to his knees
After hurting so many
To varied degrees.
It’s a relevant topic
In light of the way
That democracy is
Being threatened today.
The unfortunate truth is,
At least what I see,
That to topple this bad guy,
There’s no guarantee.
“The times are a’changin”
Can’t really apply –
That train’s left the station,
No matter the why.
So I am afraid
We can never go back,
For the truth will be constantly
Under attack.
In the blithe breeze
A baby’s hand opens to the light.
In a daze, the radiant blaze, towering flower
arching toward the golden solar rays.
In a time-lapsing daydream, it rises, stretches
and unfurls, soaking in and beckoning the sultry Sol,
the simmering summer Sol.
No wonder it is seen as good luck.
First conceived in childish crayon,
It bears the ragged, jagged edges
of toddler joy, of a blunt golden celebration.
Clutch it to one’s chest,
the Raggedy Ann blossom,
the perennial of laughter and glee,
great daisy pregnant with seed!
KISMET
String theory has to be the
answer.
Multiple universes with other
worlds.
In some other place there
must be another me.
That one is handsome, witty,
rich, famous and a good poet.
A lottery winner many times
over.
A talented musician, who can
write successful songs.
A woodworker who crafts
fine furniture.
One who has a good day
every day.
He probably says, there must be
another me in another universe.
Someone with all the bad luck,
unfortunately, it is me!
For some very special people
I have come to know
I thought I'd write a little poem
Just so I could show
To you i wish the very best
in love and life
And all the rest
But not just for this year
Or the next
This I'd wish you never
For what I wish is happiness
To last you both forever.
He is my good luck troll my grandma said.
If you want good luck, just rub his head.
She’s lost three sisters and a brother.
No thank you said my wise young mother.
Go on and give him a rub, grandma said.
He will like it, look, he’s leaning his little head.
She had been through eight disasters, plenty.
With luck like that, I do not want any.
If things keep goin’ my way,
I don’t know what I’ll do
Maybe I’ll go be a priest
in the Church of Déjà vu
Maybe I’ll court a woman
and go to Harvard for a degree
Maybe they’ll cast my carcass
out from the infirmary
I remember what they always called me –
Good Luck Charlie
All advice stops here –
Good luck, Charlie
Yes and maybe we’re all just handfuls
of what came before
And maybe the point of this game
is not to caught
Inside the revolving door
I remember what they always called me –
Good Luck Charlie
All advice stops here –
Good luck, Charlie
He had on his bibbed overalls, and his red kerchief.
Finally found his worn straw hat, with great relief.
Headed out on the water with a wave and a wish.
Heard plenty of bass making a splash or a swish.
Good luck! Said his girl, who refused to go.
She could not bear water; her fear was aglow.
She thought she might drown, but she encouraged him.
He wished she would grow up and learn how to swim.
It looked intently at the moon, to spy on the old haggard thief,
With his mean old trick, no treat, he meant to spread poor children's grief.
The witch gave the cat a mighty spell that would spike the old man's spleen
All young children in costumes will relish this year's Halloween.
haiku
good luck waiting
great granny's hoppin’ john
New Year's silver dime
12/17/2011
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
Contest Name Fall or Winter Holiday Haiku
revised as haibun
good luck waiting
great granny's hoppin’ john
New Year's silver dime
Nothing quite so tasty as bacon, black-eyed peas, rice and the cook's
"whatever else" ingredients including something special. No one eats
until the silver dime is found in generous helpings. Nutrition awaits
the celebrated finding of a novelty.
November 14, 2021
Sarang of my good luck you are the one,
that shelters me when it begins to rain
Merakian soul come be my southern sun
my phosphoresce of day my sugarcane
wild and crazy things that make me sing
like basorexian kisses, sweet as spring
The fantasist in me awakens with desire
to make me feel alive and warm as fire
Querincia lair of love we found our grace,
we are no longer orphans now we're free
to claim incumbent skies of night and be
two amulets of heaven, face to face
shining ever brighter then the stars above,
giving to each other nothing else but love.
May 22, 2021
good luck you see
what is in your plate
the one elsewhere
a misfortune
Cheerfully said we, "Goodbye and Good Luck"
~ Though hearts meant it tearfully
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.