Wishful Poems - Poems about Wishful

The moon was bright when we were stargazing. I thought the stars were haphazardly scattered across the sky. You didn’t. You thought they were intentionally placed in every space. I liked the idea of them being thrown like seeds and you liked the idea of them being carefully set. So, we agreed to disagree. Now the moon isn’t so bright. And the...

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To let my wanton gaze go wandering And graze giddily your saintly silhouette, With wonder watching you and pondering What wild pensées through my fancy pirouette; To glimpse a glimmer gleaming from your gloss, A sparkle shining gaily on your smile, To steal the lipstick from your lips, to toss Your weight my way, a soirée worth your while; To feel a...

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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....

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Torrents pound ground. Raincoat over head going for the mail. Small dog - large voice yapping on and on. Dog now howling, Lake Erie has thrown a bucket of cold water over its head. It could happen, it's a very Great Lake....

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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....

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I hope that July Would surprise me something good And beneficial....

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Don't think wishfully Guarding against death is brave Live life blissfully....

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Glancing around, All that I see, Is 10,000 people, Nothing like me. Stuck in a rat race, With their lofty goals, Pushing forward, Ignoring the tolls. So many victims, Of their blind trek, Trampled underfoot, Left in a wreck. The sacrificial lambs, All lead to the slaughter, Just so they can make, One more extra dollar. Am I truly without purpose? Or do I simply perceive, The most of the people, Are completely deceived. Do...

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A beautiful new love song. King of wishful thinking By Michelle Morris 20/01/2024 I'm the king of wishful thinking Dreaming that I could make you mine The king of wishful thinking Dreaming about you all the time I'm the king of wishful thinking I guess I'll just love you from afar The king of wishful thinking Forever a lonely, lonely star My eyes try to look away My...

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Maybe he will come back into my arms- if only for a moment...

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These wounds brought me here Searching for you from despair Opportunity made me believed That from pain, I can be relived Time refines the images of mine, A mission to places in the mind Wrestling through dark moods Dreams of what the future holds Wishful thinking with the imagery Arrives to meet desire and reality wandering ways cascading ache That ponders...

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People think of being happy and even think they are. But are they? Do they even know what happy is? I have doubts that even the most enlightened would truly know. Yet if I were to take a guess, It isn’t and never will be constant. But it might have been that one moment, You know the one, It was right before Everything lovely...

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I sit with my feet touching the water fascinated by a playful otter near the river's edge, amid evergreens, rolling along the sapphire surface sheens. Swimming up and down propelling itself enlightening up on a bare rock shelf. Scattered green dwarf saplings I sit and spy capricious. Once again and it's good-bye. A breath, filled with, bluebells, lavender bell blooms bright and lovely, I...

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Tossing on my rocking chair, In pitch sable dark of the night, Where no stars shimmer in the sky, Waiting for the early morning light. The bay window is clean, with a wide scene. Would the day reveal a land with woods so green? Occasionally the moon penetrates The heavy rainy murky clouds, As moonbeams glimmer over oceans. Happy the dead dispersed of...

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Color my thoughts in burgundy laughter, Place your hand on my heaviest Graves, those that winter in my depression, Kiss away the buttery jonquils of spring Erasing winter’s frosty promises With hope that comes from seeing The freedom of lavender, pink and scarlet Tulips posing beneath an azure sky Meant to destroy the demons of cold Weather, where silence is summoned By...

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