Short Knock On Wood Poems
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am feels so good
and wel lunderstood
i can knock on wood
my life has change
i have gain
i feel so dappy
I CRY CAUSE AM HAPPY
To we stood
Knock on wood
We had a plan
In rain held hands
It was the lord above
With his love
And our bond
This is
HOW WE WON
one superstition
knock on wood
trees make oxygen
MagiCicada13
you alway be good
it s well understood
and can knock on wood
it not all about looks
your good deeds
of my needs
got me hook
YOU NUMBER ON IN
MY BOOK
Form:
Knock on wood
fingers crossed
don't step on cracks
don't walk under ladders
what kind of messed-up
window cleaner have I got ?.
Elizabeth alexander 16/3/2016
if you do good
its understood
you can knock on wood
with right stuff you go up
if your bad
its sad you been devil had
than your hell bound
in god you must trust
you
GOING UP OR DOWN
at my school
its very very cool
hers the new
ilike math
my teach is a gas
meaning good
i can knock on wood
about my teachers
theyer not leacher
theyer real the real deal
talking about
MY TEACHERS
Form:
You sorry
For putting
Words in my mouth
You just don't understand
That I have my own voice
So please let me speak for myself
Knock on wood
I am healthy
And I am not planning to have
A stroke
So, I am taking good care of
My health every day
it was a small town
on city ground
it was lot going on
around
after i did play ball
as i recall
my family made me a brick wall
not to fall
when things got rough or tough
they did they the best the could
grew up from the bad dust
i can knock on wood
that
MY CHILDHOOD
Form:
"Knock-Knock!" - Who's there?
"Knock on would!" - Knock on wood who?
"Who the hell would ever knock on wood?!"
"What are ya some kinda unbelievable idgit?!"
"May I offer you a complementary pamphlet?"
"It explains how and why God loves you
more than anybody else ever could..."
lets talk food
the weather is cool
let cook
not by the book
get down with turkey sound
let have collard green
some green bean
for the theme some white meat
gravey as a treat
now that finger licking good
you can knock on wood
this meal for all sinner
THE
THINKSGIVING SOULFULL DINNER
If you jinx me knock on wood
Black cats stay out of my neighborhood
I dont trust owls even if it isn't white
If your bad luck get out of my sight
You walked under a ladder oh my dear
Holy crap I broke a mirrior
This isn't good at all you see
Because now bad luck will follow me!!!
Poisoning his body ever since she left;
right up close, yet a million miles away.
Meth-lab;
got rehab.
Wasting away in his jail cell,
he's straight to heaven, yet living in hell.
Right up close, yet a million miles away.
Knock on wood; hope he stays good.
In spite of strife, she took his life;
she was supposed to be his wife.
Never trust something
that seems
too good
to be true.
There's a possibility it's
trying to
fool you.
Ever time you turn around.
A fake smile may be found.
At the moment the idea
may sound good.
The words that
have been said
might have just been
“knock on wood.”
Don't let it drive you insane.
The thoughts going on might
just be inane.
Form:
How're you doing?
I'm doing fine
Everything good?
Knock on wood
What's new?
Not much
Take care
Stay in touch
How's business?
Never better
Come back soon
It'll be my pleasure
What's going on?
Same old stuff
How are things?
Good enough
How're the kids?
A lot of fun
Going so soon?
Gotta run
See you later
Have a nice day...
Thanks for shopping
~ Don't forget to pay!
Living under the constant shadow of steel and glass skyscrapers,
longing for sunlight and fresh air to breathe...
makes this confined spirit want to break free,
to leave the big town and find total freedom somewhere else.
Getting into a yellow taxi, the winter's chill
makes me shiver, but not as much as a perched petrel
that decides to stay and make this gloomy neighborhood his livelihood;
and while I'm thinking of warm weather, somebody please knock on wood!
Bad news likes to travel fast,
Much quicker than the good
And you can’t stop it even if
You pause to knock on wood.
It’s like a snowball, growing as
It barrels down a hill,
Unstoppable and uncontrolled
As oil from a spill.
Through phone or text or face to face
The knowledge makes its rounds,
For once the news is negative
It spreads by leaps and bounds.
Technology can’t take the rap
For even in the past,
When something bad took place, that news
Would always travel fast.