Wishbone Poems - Poems about Wishbone

you make your wish i'll make my wish we're leaving it to chance to see what happens posted on April 2, 2025...

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The turkey this year was so great, the wishbone lay there on the plate. I won the big part and wished from my heart; “Please, grandad, don’t start a debate!” He didn’t hear me, I am guessing; said, “is it stuffing or dressing?” We fed him with wine, which made him supine; that, was our Thanksgiving blessing!...

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we used to love it when we reached the end of the turkey we kids were allowed to compete in the wishbone challenge my brother Larry Joe and I competed every Thanksgiving what I would give to have one more wishbone challenge with him...

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Christmas is coming And I myself once upon a time Much like the goose was getting fat I am now sadly not For I am currently now getting thinner than The leftover wishbone from this year's thanksgiving's turkey I managed to scavenge from my next door neighbors bins After they we're obviously finished and done with so therefore eventually threw the remaining scraps out Who if...

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My eyes fell closed as I watched a dark night sky A chance wasted of hopes pinned on stars falling Candlewick atop my cake, flame did defy I feel the fates to my dreams are stonewalling I plucked an eyelash with a deep breath inhaled But the breeze beat my breath, another wish failed A last chance hinging on thanksgiving alone Alas,...

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Sometimes, we make our wishes on a chance that folklore or traditions seem to work and take that gamble using one of them will make the longed-for wish for us come true. We hold one side of the dried wishbone tight; the other held by someone, wishing too. Then silently express the wish in mind; with intense hope, pray for the favored...

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There is a childlike quality Between the two contenders Who vie for the biggest portion The wish that will come true The win that provides anew Second chances, rosy romances Heartfelt enlightenment, delight Within the one who competes For the wishbone’s big dream! I’ve competed so many times Challenged most typically by a friend For the larger percentage of the wishbone The part that will assure my...

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Auspicious wedding games played by Indian bride and groom, Like finding names written on bride's orange vermilion bloom; Searching the hidden ring out of thick turmeric water, Or untying knots of bridal garments like a plotter...! Or the great fantasy Dragon Roar played by the Chinese, Conflict betwixt heroes and demons, the latter does freeze; Might not be exactly;...

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I like the wishbone. The frailty of it and the way it breaks, its whiteness. I especially like the way we can earn wishes out of it if we snap it correctly. I almost always win the wishbone snap. Some of the wishes which have pranced my way are: a faerie wand, a rainbow unicorn, a purple dragon with orange eyes, a...

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Upon Discovering A Wishbone... (to late for Hanukkah) I attach very little value, nee doubt to farfetched linkedin phenomena brought about when breaking off the larger section of a wishbone, sans effortless knockout, my dominant hand did hold out, while yours truly pretended to freak out with a playful twist and shout, no matter aye attribute "FAKE" good luck, thus resumed crafting this poem scout ting for expressing rhyme to work out for no reason only to...

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Two parties with a fifty-fifty chance Of getting the longer half, but in this game Of sheer luck, one gets the wish fulfillment One literally comes up short When the wishbone splits in two How sad to end up with the shorter half? Close, but no cigar. An unlucky break Then lady luck smiles and disappears In a split second. Isn't it tantamount...

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break a wishbone you end up with the small half of the split it's suppose to be fifty - fifty odds still we all know a very few of the people a teeny weeny portion of the population own the lion share of all the wealth like bats without radar we fly blind spend our days dreaming of the...

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thoughts of wishbone soup overshadows all that starves mind heartily set...

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i wanna be alone tonight i wanna be an accidental victim streetlight darkness i wanna be the only one in the world that i create i wanna be the yellow light sitting indian style in the middle of planet red i wanna be my only company serving only to myself i wanna be the only audience for the quietly whispering...

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