Wishful Thinking Poems - Poems about Wishful Thinking

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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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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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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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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I wish people would take the time to appreciate details, the way the sun looks in the morning, the way the trees change color, the breeze on a cool day, the way the moon looks at night Everything is so beautiful yet I feel so trapped I wish I could become the change in seasons I wish...

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I'd like to walk once more on a pristine shore And feel the morning sun caress my face. I'd like to smell the crisp, clean, salty air, Feel playful ocean breezes rustling through my hair, And should storm clouds dare to gather there, I'd laugh out loud at those scowling clouds, Throw off my shroud of solitude and revel in the...

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If only, If only, If only, Such words Such words are repeated daily As ordinary people grow unhappy With the world, With others, And with themselves, “If only they would just understand, If only I had acted more intelligently, If only this had never happened, If only I were given the chance, If only they had allowed me, If only I ever had the courage, If only the world were...

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Overdose do over I'll get it right the next time I promise always that never tomorrow waits for my glory bound and bagged....

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If one can see beauty everywhere If one can find light in their despair If one can find strength when they are weak If at one's lowest they still find a peak If one with many losses can still see a gain If one feels a love through all of their pain If one can find calm in a life of...

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The police are killing us, The people are beating us, The government is oppressing us, And all the world looks on. You define us as “other,” You attack a part of our identity, You treat us as less, And when we tell you to stop, You call us “sensitive snowflakes.” Sometimes the abuse is unbearable. Can you even imagine a world where people want to...

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With the advent of the pale silhouette of the dusk, the birds return to their nests. During that time, the world is filled with a strangely beautiful light. And that enchanting , yet melancholic light touches everything with utmost care. Looking at your face, it seems like a beauty wrapped in the mystery...

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