Best Pot Of Gold At The End Of The Rainbow Poems

Looking To The Future.


Rushing to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
Will only leave you missing its beauty 
And always looking to tomorrow.
To wish to have the future, handed to you like a present,
Will leave you left in a perpetual state...

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As I lay my hand on my womb
I realize you will be here soon!
My pains come on quick and I could feel your patience 
wearing thin..
Like a butterfly coming out of a cacoon 
my dear you arrived very soon!
You looked up at me with your...

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the Babylon of bubbles,where plastic shamans blow illusions of loveto a mixed people of iridescent colorssandwiched between a soapy film of confusionMan’s disillusion of building a rainbowed utopiaas they dance and sing in the high places         ...

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Have you ever wished upon a falling star
and imagined how many there really are

Or did you bend down to pick up a lucky penny
and think of those who may not have any

Maybe you thought of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
or...

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March is a month of miracles,
St. Patriick's  Day guests.

The month of  leprechauns and shamrocks,
The luck of the Irish.

The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
Luck and good wishes.

Birthdays , my youngest son March 5,
What a blessing and miracle.

Elvis diamond look, a...

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I Could.
I could love you.
With all my heart.
And my entire mind.
I could promise you that.
But I can’t.
Not yet.
I have to follow the wind.
And move away from you.
But I’ll leave behind a trail.
A trail to you.
I wish I had a Gretel.
To help me find my way...

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It is a lovely summer night;
My imagination has taken flight.
Memories of this beautiful day,
in my heart it will always stay!
I love you, no it's more;
this feeling makes my heart sore;
but it's a glorious feeling;
the skins on my eyes are peeling!
I now totally see you as...

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everyone is so afraid
and they hold it in like a broken music box
like a damaged videotape

and a telescope that sees beyond skin
is lost in the garbage pile at the end of the
Bermuda triangle wormhole
like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
like a...

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it used to be that we could believe in happilly ever after
it used to be that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
now we see atrocities on every channel on tv
yet we still believe

children used to run in the streets playing duck duck...

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Today you do not need to
Write the world’s best poem
Paint the world’s most interesting canvas
Out-dance your classmates

Today you do not need to
Impress others with lunch notes to your children
Cut their sandwiches into four-leaf clovers
Find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

All you...

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The wearing of the green,
Shamrocks bringing you luck.

Days of delicious shamrock cookies,
Elves frolic about.

Bringing happiness to the kingdom,
Celebrating with delicious foods.

We remember the Irish,
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

The friendships of elves and gnomes,
Everyone celebrates Saint Patrick;s Day,

Celebration with friends and...

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Just add beer and abracadabra . . . 
Flavor galore! 
Just don’t add too much . . . 
Alcoholism is a disease. 
It should cook out though. Anyway, I hope it’s not too cheesy. 
Some of you are saying, not again! 
Others, it’s about time....

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Another rainy day in the heartache season
Another heart blown to pieces
choices stained by confusion
stubborn, gray clouds keep me company

Another tear sheds because of me
Another dream burns like a ciggerette
just living life without life
and sleeping with my eyes open

Another sad song plays on the radio
Another night...

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I promise you the world
All it’s riches, gems, and gold
To deliver to you the stars and the moon
And bunch of snow in the middle of June

But you still choose to walk out of the door
left me wondering if you want more
What else could I give?...

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St Patrick's Day Poetry Contest
Oliver Mckeithan

It's St. Patrick's Day and the night is hopping
A young women joins the revelers for a toast and a beer
She takes in a bar that has good window shopping
And after a few rounds she’s dancing to the cheer

The band is...

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