Short Wishful Thinking Poems
Short Wishful Thinking Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Wishful Thinking by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Wishful Thinking 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
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!
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.
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.
Boko Haram sect claimed to have killed many and caused distractions
The government denounced this as wishful thinking and untrue
The masses condemned this act of killing and called for drastic actions
The destruction of this terrorist sect is long overdue.
How can you get what I want
And what you want
And even though you hate your life
You shouldn’t because look at me
I have nothing
My life’s dull
And I can’t get over the frustration
Because you take away
Everything
And I get nothing
But wishful thinking and
Shattered hopes.
i rarely say it
but when i do
i mean it
thats why i'm saying it to you
i'm sorry
but i dont love you
i know i said i did
but i never really meant it
wishful thinking perhaps
i'm sorry
but i know you'll find someone better
someone who can make you happier than i ever could
i'm sorry
Form:
It's the New Year's boom
with colored fireworks lauding,
the toast of the town.
The proud, old guard has vanished,
with its dreams, yet unvanquished.
Hues light the plum night;
'midst crash and bang in the skies.
Starry-eyed moon glows.
The past's still following me,
but only in memory.
Down the dreamed aisle
comes the bliss of your sight
Cord of your life
sinew of your might.
Abaft the unending trek
comes the longed outset
A more colorful kismet
under the glorified sunset.
Wishful thinking
ceases the awakening
With thine caring
adoration is everlasting.
the things i can see:
rain on the window,
Christmas cards, swaying
trees, a sleeping old
lady, bills to pay
and i can feel:
the desk, a sneeze
coming on, the
chair and my 'tache
i can hear:
clocks ticking,
snores, music
lemon,
rose smells
wine!
(the last one is wishful thinking, LOL)
Let’s leap together into bliss
Take my hands they would hold you up
Let’s leap together into bliss
Look in my eyes they would lead you
Let’s leap together into bliss
Touch my spine I can excite you
Let’s leap together into bliss
Taste my lips they’ll fill your soul and hopefully entice you
Wishful thinking written 2002 for TF
Form:
I wish you could see my heart,
for you to feel the depths of it
I wish you could see my soul,to
know the longing it has for you
I wish you could feel my
thoughts,to know how much it
thinks of you
I wish you feel my breath, to
know how much it aches for you
You are my heartbeat,without
which my heart fails to beat.
Today’s blessing is about our children
and how time with them goes by so fast…
as I paraphrase the words of James M. Barrie
and a bit of wishful thinking…taken from the past.
Once you read the words…smile
as you let them rest upon your shoulder:
If we never put our babies to bed
they can’t wake up another day older.
Wishful thinking on my part
Join me again my soulful heart
Heat and sweat a lovers’ plan
You haunt my dreams oh my Man
Reverie loves empty nest
Come back to me my hearts’ quest
To hold you fondly and touch your face
Pleading with all I have come to my place
I thought of you my lovely soul
The only one who can make me whole