Well Wishing(A) Poems - Poems about Well Wishing(A)

I spend most of my days at the wishing well, tossing in loose coins and spare change. One wish for them, one wish for me, one wish for them, one wish for me. Only thing I ever ask God or the universe for myself is to keep the cash flow coming in. Only thing I ever ask God or the universe for everybody else is world peace and maybe just...

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Inspired by “Stand Up & Shout” by Ronnie James Dio Ride Your Wishing Star In our solar system, the king of stars is Sun even though this star you cannot outrun, find a star and make a wish. Reach up to the sky. Grab...

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when we were wishing would catch big one while fishing with a lure swishing...

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>> true love, please. [ERROR]unable to retrieve file 'true' >> fine, then just love. [ERROR]file 'love' can’t exist without 'true' >> …just happiness, then. [ERROR]requires connection to server 'live'...

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Gladys was not so glad today, kind of a surprise She had cornea surgery and saw better than ever The old lady in the mirror stared at her with dull eyes There were wrinkles that seemed to go on forever When did I get old? She asked. How did this happen here? You did not die yet, the mirror said....

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madrid in springtime i have never seen madrid in the springtime i have never seen madrid at all does the sun rise differently in madrid than in san francisco on those rare city days when there is no fog nor wind to chase the clouds away i have seen morning in san francisco where lovers stroll hand in hand down meandering paths parting with the...

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"A spoonful of fantasy is often the best medicine for reality." - Poet Somedays I'm a pale apple wishing to be a tangerine. Fantasy focused fulfillment fondles contentment dreams. Enthrall me free amid emerald enthused energy, wrapped snug-complete in scented sachet sheets - let gleaming threads golden-gloss this glorious bed. May lyrical lilacs air link, lift and softly dance while harmony...

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If only my wishing could make it so, I would humbly ask for just two things... To touch a star and set its light aglow and hear an angel's voice when it sings...

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The knight was chivalrous, civil, courtly, courteous too Interested ladies-in-waiting were interested in a woo. His amorous preferences were unknown to all of them. He had his eye on Kirk, Derek, Tom, LeRoy and Jim....

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The clock face glares, a mocking, sterile white, Each tick seemed like a hammer striking a blow upon my soul. If I could rewind, erase the darkened night, And make our fractured story whole, I'd turn back time, erasing all the bitter stings, The careless words, the thoughtless, and the cruel neglect. I'd learn to value the happiness that you bring...

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Wish the young ones Grow fast as crab Sweet as sugar. Wish the bloom one Learn experience Life not wasted. Wish the matured Work to fruition Never complaint. Wish the old ones Age to golden Words beholden....

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Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother- Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color. The Williams lived in a rural area, with no child Stella's age, nearby. A farmer in the valley, was the only neighbor, like waves of no reply. Still, school hours were fun for Stella, like...

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You’re still here But not physically although you appear constantly You’re the wish I make on stars on the long dark nights without you You’re the candles on my cake I blow out as I wished our firefly loved still burned You’re the wishbone pulled form the turkey I never ate to thin myself out so...

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I dive into thoughts, wishing my verses would soar ever higher, Like a bird with boundless wings, lost in distant and divine horizons, But they only float, like water birds with netted feet, Tilting their wings in vain, without reaching the dreamed destinations, Helplessly watching skylarks and eagles fly towards the edges of the sky. How I wish my poems...

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“Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.” He said, Filled with milk and honey but overwhelming his expectations - he feared, Finding peace and solace in its feel of evermore candor-not for-yet made for-in plentiful, he cheered, Until I sought no more in its unparalleled enchare. Out the door she gushed...

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