Short Wishful Poems
Short Wishful Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wishful by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wishful by length and keyword.
you can always say
that John is in heaven
wishful thinking
from a brother
from a pantheist
he always loved panties
Overdose do over
I'll get it right the next time
I promise
always that never tomorrow
waits for my glory
bound and bagged.
hot water bottle
just a temporary cure
until his return
29/05/2011... 22:00
*wishful thinking on my part*
lol
struggle given up
at last
resigned
to swirl
twirl
and
inhale
watery reality
top floating
trailing bloody strings
of wishful
make believe
To be literate makes us cock of the hoop.
If we cannot read we’re out of the loop,
but can a slowpoke,
and illiterate folk,
learn to read eating alphabet soup.
The Emperor jailed in wishful thinking,
where only he could be
As I escape inside myself
—a prisoner running free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Oh my goodness, unbelievable fun,
Ordeal for my nemesis has begun !
Dreaming a favourite dream?
Must be my wishful thinking!
Am I his sole saviour, or he has none!
I felt the wind soft against
the gate of love and hope
and beauty flowered in wishful grace
fragranced
whispering quietly in the passing breeze
to the keeping of my heart
Anxious to be my Huckle bearer
Of my last breath wishful ensnarer
Anxious for my ultimate demise
So to my earthly trappings burglarize
Dishonest wife stealing philanderer
Fragile glass of hope
Divinity intercedes
Wishful thought of mine.
(January 14, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
I froze time with a kiss,
I traveled through time by reading.
I escaped it through music,
And I felt every moment by writing.
Then I took a wishful breath to see what time will bring.
Swelling in the heat
wishful thinking
laughter
what could be
Sitting on the fence
between corn fields and wildflowers
Feeding hungry mouths
Rubbing tired shoulders
Inadequate
Love
If my voice was but a croak
I'd write my lyric on a mountain high
So all the world could see
Note, I say not sing.
Lest they were in harmony.
There I go again, wishful thinking.
I do not put up with rudeness
I am older now
I recognize it faster
I tape their mouths shut
Spin them around
Kick them in the petootie
and send them to the moon
Or is this just wishful thinking?
Melancholy dreams,
fourth quarter fiscal year end
wishful thinking tears...
Hegemony egemon
the son of satan, mammon
chaotic havoc...
Nine month night - light broke free like dawn.
In babe’s face, impassioned pinking.
From romance of wishful thinking -
Too many threads to count, forgone.
Potent, when God, she called upon.
Exciting
Inviting
Lip biting
Crisp sighting
Stale
Stale
Stale
Stale
Stale
All five boxes of crackers.
We are two people.
Yet we purchase these as if all the children are still at home.
Wishful buying?
As your own harsh jailor, keeps you
Chained up in the dark
Fight the fear now; beating off
What of it shouts down
That wishful-voiced, repetitive
To leap which mind-wall.
An exultant escapee-
The sound of midtown!
a contrived
fiction
yet
sensitive..
..a coincidence..
perhaps..
a luxury,
whatever..
modern
yet
timeless,
coherent
but incomplete..
a
source
of
day-dreams
I coulda written that song, “Purple Rain.”
It didn’t take that big of a brain.
And I coulda written that song “Hotel California.”
But girl - I do wanna warn ya!
I’ve always been considered at least halfway insane.
This my friend's look, fresh of one
Charmed, and far away.
This my own wishful thinking
Which now has drawn in!
Piece by piece, glassy-sparkly;
Fragments of a dream.
Left me this picture to form;
Future lover's norm!
Maybe if we sit in the rain
With nothing but our thoughts
The raindrops could turn into diamonds
To bedazzle our minds
With the purest of congitations
So we could sit peacefully in the rain
With nothing but our thoughts.
Whimsically
Whacky
Wonderful
W
Whether
We
Would
Willingly
Write
Wee
Wisps of
Wisdom
While
Wishful
Wanting
Wanders
Waywardly into our
Writs of
Writing.
Whimsically
Wonderfully
Whacky
W, you are so
Worrisome!
Hemmed in by the Nearness
Held back by the Now
The wishful striver, always, who
O'ercome both somehow.
Lost in an isle's sailed thrill
Sea-hazed, whilst safe moored!
As far unfound, delirious
Whilst by Time's Sea shored!
Torrents pound ground.
Raincoat over head
going for the mail.
Small dog - large voice
yapping on and on.
Dog now howling,
Lake Erie has thrown
a bucket
of cold water over its head.
It could happen,
it's a very Great Lake.