Wish Well Poems - Poems about Wish Well

you remind me of a fly on a pile of poop … always smearing dirt such a nasty vache you really gets on my 'teets' ~ silence is golden! ...

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I would numb the pain if I had the chance, I would sew back all the hurt I would go back in time to just take away the pain, But I can't it's too late. I would live back the memories, I would laugh back at the jokes I would freeze the moment when I did not have to break down...

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In my comfy corner, a little space A place of my own, as soft as a lace Lays a long chair of queen’s height with a wooden base With a rocking style for a ride at a mild pace Cushions of vibrant colours, in fitting size in the pattern of a maze Attracting all in less time, fixing attention and...

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I think it would be really neat to have suction cups for feet, I would not be limited, anymore, to walking only on the floor. Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall, I'd stroll the ceiling and the wall.  Everyone would fall in love with me as I look down from above, knowing I will never drop, as my feet loudly pop, pop, pop....

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When I think about you drinking alcohol, I start to feel disgust. Your absent-mindedness makes all my feelings feel so just. When you took alcohol from random men and excused it— it caused me distrust. Seeing you wasted that time really messed up all of my brain. It makes me relive those moments— and all I feel is pain. When you got a ride from a...

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I reached a hand Into the snow The chilly ice Once vibrant glow It's Winter's wish A painful spree The absent warmth Of no degree Although I try To stay alive Your touch confirms No love could thrive Until the crystals Of your heart Can beat a path Back to the start I'll leave a message By transient hand No passer by Shall understand A heart-shaped sign To melt...

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A wolf snake trying to hide itself under quilt rainy days wish...

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May your annual commemoration of the winter solstice with one of the Earth's poles at its maximum tilt from the sun be abundant with innumerable manifestations of felicity friends good food and fun and may the next full circuit of the ecliptic engender a propensity toward bestowing plenteousness too and may unparalleled prosperity be forthcoming and settle like snowflakes gently upon you ...

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Inspired by love, light, wishes. Today I made a wish for you By Michelle Morris 21/06/2025 Today I made a wish for you A wish that all your dreams come true That stars shine brighter in the night Reminding you of your inner light That angels surround you night and day God's blessings to shower as you pray That you'll...

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Life isn't fair, as we would wish it to be under the clear sky, And perhaps this is the first truth that silently touches our souls. Some are born with more luck, love, or unknown riches, While others fight with every step for a fragment of peace. But that doesn't mean you're cut off from another universe, Or that you're...

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This timid heart a 200bpm rabbit not like that you vulgarian like a frightened excitable permanently pulsating come on mammal living some say existing largely underground afrightened and ascurvy Riddled with the pestilence of forgotten decades and winters long gone which laid down their stains upon the landscape frosted thistles and tree circles yet all it takes is a kind word Oh Mr Dickens a mere sniff never mind a...

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Eyes, Chico, never lie, but sometimes I wish they could weave stories, In the depths of your eyes, where love once danced like a shining star, Now there's only a pale shadow, a name carved in the sand of time, Your eyes no longer sparkle, I see the hidden storms, Contempt and confusion, wounds hidden like treasures in the...

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I wish I could put into words the love a mother has for her child. It is a depth that no one else can reach. They are my existence; they are my breath. My children illuminate my soul and give my life purpose. It's like seeing the world for the first time. They are so...

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If I ever had a daughter like me, I’d call her my little desert rose so she knows I’ve lived it too— a brittle-stemmed rose blooming through sandstorms. Were I to have a daughter— someone soft like me... I’d tell her I’m sorry. Not for bringing her into a world where cruelty exists— but for letting her live in it when her petals part before her thorns remember...

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what is that clear knowing by which everything is known and please speak not in riddles or preachings asking us to atone we dwell in an organic body-mind as do all other sentient life forms each consciousness is capsuled coping with turbid life storms reflect on the truth principle power that bestows gift of life let us then meld with the source the current that...

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