Short Fortune Poems
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Unfold, now behold
The truth of how all answers
Are hidden within
Every folded, small facet;
Every fibre part of you.
I seek not
Fame or fortune, nor glory
From this untimely death, but
Death has patient wings gliding
Through this storm
He was an All Star Athlete,
A potential Hall of Famer.
He could have made a fortune, if,
His hair was not like Kramer's.
I aint never had alot of money or good fortune.But I always had life.Be happy or be sad,life
goes on.So i choose to be happy.
Good fortune
I dream this time
What are our wishes
I make it on my own
Blame fate
If you don't find
Love luck for today.
No matter how old we grow…
no matter our fortune or fame
may the thrill we get when we return home
always remain the same.
My luck, much like a wallflower
that never sought attention
Fortune blinked! Her coyest smile
invited apprehension
Wheel-of-Fortune: That's my game!
How much money can one claim?
Solve the puzzles: Use your mind
Pure happiness you shall find!
fortune pocketful
the lines of his front palm read ~
sought a sage gypsy
Date written: 05/05/2023
I willingly pay a hard-earned fortune
just to lose excess
weight.
Many others have the misfortune
of having nothing
to eat.
Fate's fickle fingers
frequently foist frustration
and fortune 'fore us
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(C) John C Michaels, 2014
serendipity makes man
all the more richer
fine wine distilling and champagne
cultivated
curiously imbibing fortune
robes the wino
Peace is a distant star
It's far, far away
It's hard to get to
It costs a fortune to go
~ It's worth every penny
They
unjust
no mercy
nary mercy
a mercenary
no loyalty but gold
hidden soldier of fortune
different kind of payment recieved.....
My writing's are far from unique
Neither fame or fortune I seek
My only claim
To poetry fame
To be chosen for poem of the week.
Limelight can burn;it never heals,
no matter fame how good it feels -
succombing to excesses, worse,
resisting not temptation's curse.
When the fortune gets awake then
the problems become wind.
Thousands of problems also came,
the destinations themselves become the way.
Form:
I've been to battlegrounds fighting for free
I've run worlds searching fortune
now feed corn to pigeons
How lucky you are…
to be a Poet
The window to tomorrow
left open
All tracks into the past
—to reclaim
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Had some lonesome soul not wrecked,
and fortune never let preclude,
to disrupt this butterfly effect,
then, in this world I'd not bedeck.
It's too late, it was always too late,
A sudden stroke of fortune or fate,
You can make your own destiny,
But one or another might disagree.
Astrologists look at the stars
Whilst Gypsies read palms in the bars
But Fortune lies
With alibis
So mind the lights, but watch the cars!
My currency
My words
My fortune
My thoughts
My freedom
My expression
My salvation,
—besought
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Wanda asked with eyes big and blue
Could it be I needed a screw?
With drinks on the table
I found she was able
To do what she wanted to do.
Whatever the tides of good fortune bring
With the same ease may take them away!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 June 2021