Wishbone Poems - Poems about Wishbone

A wishbone between us

you make your wish
i'll make my wish
we're leaving it to chance
to see what happens



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Wishbone Wish

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!

I Miss the Wishbone Challenge

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

Christmas Fat Goose Coming Wishbone Me Myself and I

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

Broken Wishbone

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,

Broken Wishbone

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

Broken Wishbone

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

Broken Wishbone

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;

I Like the Wishbone

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

Upon Discovering a Wishbone

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

The Shorter Half of a Wishbone

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

The Wishbone

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

Wishbone Soup Haiku

thoughts of wishbone soup
overshadows all that starves
mind heartily set

Wishbone Carpet Thought

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

• Short Wishbone Poems
• Famous Wishbone Poems
• Best Wishbone Poems
• Read Wishbone Poems
• Long Wishbone Poems
• Wishbone Quotes