i found 6 4 leaf clovers the other day, i couldnt believe it because my grandmother had books full of them that shed collected all of her life that shed found..she passed away and my family gathered them all and sprinkled them on her grave after the funeral that evening, i miss her so and love her…i now have a 2 yr old daughter that magically was born on her birthday, im glad theres so many connection and my grandmothers initials were ESP -go figure :)
The grass was filled with four leaf clovers. Each with their own seperate identity. But all so alike. Except for one; One stood out to me like it was on fire. The special one that everyone looks for in a field such as this. The one which is supposedly meant to bring you luck. A break from the drama of the real world. But who believes in that stuff anyway?
Alana
a clover here
a clover there
Where’s my luck???
Everywhere!!!!
Ines B
rolling hills of green dotted with soft dark clumps of clover, a rabbits delight, the inspiration of poets and dreamers alike, with leprachauns and luck hovering just at the edge of the eye.
clovers are most usually 3 leaved. 4 leaves are better though, especially if you’re Irish and believe in all of that ‘luck’ stuff. I do, probably more so because I want to, to believe that there’s some other driving force controlling the things that happen rather than just everyone’s messy actions as they try to live their lives.
shannon
it’s a lucky charm, also the title of a film, I think… Green leaves… Nice word, smooth… Sound like a first name almost…
alostcarebear
green brings you luck. reminds me of ireland because of lepercauns. pot of gold and rainbows. mostly four leaf clovers sometimes three. dont know what else to say
joy
honestly, the green didn’t bother him so much. He could deal with the green. Hell, he could even like the green. What got to him was that he had to be lucky. That was a HELL of a lot of pressure! To be lucky! Just because he had a weird birth defect, of all things! Some days, he just couldn’t handle it.
Panic
So many youthful hours spent in the garden next door hunting for four leafed clovers. I think I only ever found one. It was so delicious!
see them in a field. so fuzzy. you can eat them but they probably taste horrible unless you are a deer. deer don’t taste so bad. if you cook em up in some delicious gravy. mmmmm gravy. have you ever tried gravy on a lady?
trey
four leaves. green. a sign of luck. many search for it all their lives. luck that is. but few find it. and even more rare than that are those that make it. those that take life and make it what THEY want it to be.
rachel
green and lucky. we search and search for luck never really realizing until it’s too late that you are responsible for making your own luck. be your own clover.
Lys
Lying in the field with the buzzing all around I stared up at the blue blue. Pollination.
Tankstand
She picked up the clover leaf and stared at it with hope in her eyes. It was another 3-leaf one. She needed luck. She normally didn’t believe in superstitions, but she was desperate. She needed escape. She needed a change. Anything to get her away from this place. Anything to help her get away from…him. She threw it down on the grass and cried. Surprising how one leaf made all the difference.
you name it, i got it. fast, slow, funny, big, trusting, smiles. my people are my field, my meadow. They help me grow. I don’t need luck.
anonymous
It’s a green plant that brings luck and that the irish love for some reason. I love it, too – it used to grow in the pot next to my olive tree and then next to my cactus. the cactus is almost dead the olive tree is still alive though and almost flowering right now, maybe I’ll have some olives for this summer, better than eating clovers I suppose; although I seem to remember that we used to eat clover when we were kids or was it some other plant?
Tulipka
I hadnt had a clear thought until it was over. Clover. Although in hindsight, my thoughts since gave me more than I could have ever expected.
Shannon Ryan
They said it was a good luck charm. Like a four leaf clover, rare. Turns out, they were wrong. No luck here. Just another dead end, brought on by my faith. Can’t say I regret my choice, not now, not last tie.
I hardly know what clover is. Four leaves, seven souls.
What else is there to be said.
Sadness is badluck, goodluck never comes.
Closer
Come closer, four leaves clover.
gbuisman
dover. rover. sober. I honestly wouldn’t mind drinking so much if it weren’t for the fact that you + drunk = unhappy me. Maybe I should be the only one with a bottle tonight?
there was a vast green field in the lower land south of Amsterdam. flowing like an ocean frozen in time the green fields housed millions. kids basking in sunlight enjoyed the warmth of mother earth and the freshness of its spring. this is the spring time joy of the world.
This clover so small, beckoning for you to lay. Lay near and close among the others, close you the ground ; your mother and home. The earth that supports all. So lay among them, and lose yourself like you’re meant to.
Kayden
‘You’re in clover’ , this means , i think that things are very good for you . I know I saw clover when I was a child . I would now mix it up with four leaf clover which is clover really.
clover and cloven are close word associates the cloven foot of the devil and the plant whatever just have a last different letter.
Anna Grogan
it is green and has four leaves when it is lucky, but i have never found one. it reminds me of leprechauns and st patricks day and eating green food for the day! it is small and grows in fields in large amounts. i love the smell of it, it smells so fresh and lovely. there are so many things to love about it
meghan
She fell into the clover. The sun not far behind. For now it’s not over. For now she is mine.
Jim Holechek
I think of clover as being a small plant. Maybe a girl. A beautiful girl with long flowing black hair and eyes that make you feel like you’ve been staring into the sun but you can’t help it because they’re so beautiful and i want to meet her badly.
Anthony
The four leaf clover is a beautiful thing, but so rare. Luck, it stands for. You’re lucky to find one, you’re lucky to see one. Unless, of course, you’re Irish. Then you can see them all the time. Them and their leprechauns. But luck is so rare, we need to do it ourselves. We won’t find a four leaf clover unless we look for it. I want to find one. I want to be lucky.
Nicky
Although looking similar to clever, is not, in fact, the word clever. It is clover, bringing to mind leprechauns and the Irish. The 4-leaf variety at any rate.
Ray
one day as i was walking along i noticed a nice and beautiful blooming clover field. I was austounded by what I had seen. Sitting there in the middle of the field was a gigantic scare crow, only about 45 feet high. There he was alive as ever, singing and dancing and trying to make friends with all the birds! Could you believe my astonishment at such a peculiar sight? I wondered to myself, why is that scare crow living in the cloveer field?
Luck is an interesting thing. Many would say that luck can be found. Perhaps by sifting through a seemingly endless field of green clovers, hoping eventually to find one that has mutated to become something it should not. Really though, luck is not something to be found, but created.
That’s my friends last name. Also it reminds me of luck. And the word green. I like how it rhymes with rover and Dover for example: the king of Dover found a clover whilst in his land rover! Poetry at it’s finest!
Brooke
I once found a 7 leaf clover when I was little. It had the prettiest arrangement of leaves I had ever seen. On one side there was 3 leaves and 4 on the other. One leaf was slightly misshapen and had a teeny tiny hole in it.
Andrew
She stared down into the flora and chewed on the inside of her cheek. She could still see her mother cowering in the corner and the beast above her spewing steam and filth from his face as she covered her face with her arms. She was shivering and cold in her nightgown and her bare feet were wet with dew as she had not thought to get her slippers when she ran from the house. She new if she could just find one with four leaves she could wish him away. She got down on all fours to see better in the moonlight.
4 leaf clovers. St. Patrick’s Day is when I met my boyfriend, Jason. One of the most amazing days of my life. Before when I looked at a 4 leaf clover I didn’t think much of it, but now I think of him.
Hannah
four leafed clover. lucky duck. silly moose. clover like the stuff you cook with. once when i was little i made a “potion” and i accidentally tiipped over the bottle of clover. for the rest of the day all i could smell was clover. i thought it wouldve smelled different. more green adnn less strong. it permeated everything. my day of clover. a day of luck. i wish i could remember that date. then it would be my lucky day forever more.
Love is like luck – you either get it or you don’t. Simple as that. Whether it be a four-leaf clover style of love where it’s grown with care and patience from the bottom of your heart, or it’s a fly by night love affair with all the shallow glitz of a casino.
i found 6 4 leaf clovers the other day, i couldnt believe it because my grandmother had books full of them that shed collected all of her life that shed found..she passed away and my family gathered them all and sprinkled them on her grave after the funeral that evening, i miss her so and love her…i now have a 2 yr old daughter that magically was born on her birthday, im glad theres so many connection and my grandmothers initials were ESP -go figure :)
four leaf clovers are a symbol of luck originating in Ireland. A field of clover invokes calmness and serenity – a beautiful sunny day.
give me luck, like i’m a leprachaun searching for gold. where’s my rainbow and what does the pot of gold masquerade as? green me.
The busy gaming hall
Filled with the clamoring of loose bets,
Sweet scents of clove fumes
And the sweaty pores of shabby odds
The grass was filled with four leaf clovers. Each with their own seperate identity. But all so alike. Except for one; One stood out to me like it was on fire. The special one that everyone looks for in a field such as this. The one which is supposedly meant to bring you luck. A break from the drama of the real world. But who believes in that stuff anyway?
a clover here
a clover there
Where’s my luck???
Everywhere!!!!
rolling hills of green dotted with soft dark clumps of clover, a rabbits delight, the inspiration of poets and dreamers alike, with leprachauns and luck hovering just at the edge of the eye.
clovers are most usually 3 leaved. 4 leaves are better though, especially if you’re Irish and believe in all of that ‘luck’ stuff. I do, probably more so because I want to, to believe that there’s some other driving force controlling the things that happen rather than just everyone’s messy actions as they try to live their lives.
it’s a lucky charm, also the title of a film, I think… Green leaves… Nice word, smooth… Sound like a first name almost…
green brings you luck. reminds me of ireland because of lepercauns. pot of gold and rainbows. mostly four leaf clovers sometimes three. dont know what else to say
honestly, the green didn’t bother him so much. He could deal with the green. Hell, he could even like the green. What got to him was that he had to be lucky. That was a HELL of a lot of pressure! To be lucky! Just because he had a weird birth defect, of all things! Some days, he just couldn’t handle it.
So many youthful hours spent in the garden next door hunting for four leafed clovers. I think I only ever found one. It was so delicious!
see them in a field. so fuzzy. you can eat them but they probably taste horrible unless you are a deer. deer don’t taste so bad. if you cook em up in some delicious gravy. mmmmm gravy. have you ever tried gravy on a lady?
four leaves. green. a sign of luck. many search for it all their lives. luck that is. but few find it. and even more rare than that are those that make it. those that take life and make it what THEY want it to be.
green and lucky. we search and search for luck never really realizing until it’s too late that you are responsible for making your own luck. be your own clover.
Lying in the field with the buzzing all around I stared up at the blue blue. Pollination.
She picked up the clover leaf and stared at it with hope in her eyes. It was another 3-leaf one. She needed luck. She normally didn’t believe in superstitions, but she was desperate. She needed escape. She needed a change. Anything to get her away from this place. Anything to help her get away from…him. She threw it down on the grass and cried. Surprising how one leaf made all the difference.
you name it, i got it. fast, slow, funny, big, trusting, smiles. my people are my field, my meadow. They help me grow. I don’t need luck.
It’s a green plant that brings luck and that the irish love for some reason. I love it, too – it used to grow in the pot next to my olive tree and then next to my cactus. the cactus is almost dead the olive tree is still alive though and almost flowering right now, maybe I’ll have some olives for this summer, better than eating clovers I suppose; although I seem to remember that we used to eat clover when we were kids or was it some other plant?
I hadnt had a clear thought until it was over. Clover. Although in hindsight, my thoughts since gave me more than I could have ever expected.
They said it was a good luck charm. Like a four leaf clover, rare. Turns out, they were wrong. No luck here. Just another dead end, brought on by my faith. Can’t say I regret my choice, not now, not last tie.
I hardly know what clover is. Four leaves, seven souls.
What else is there to be said.
Sadness is badluck, goodluck never comes.
Closer
Come closer, four leaves clover.
dover. rover. sober. I honestly wouldn’t mind drinking so much if it weren’t for the fact that you + drunk = unhappy me. Maybe I should be the only one with a bottle tonight?
there was a vast green field in the lower land south of Amsterdam. flowing like an ocean frozen in time the green fields housed millions. kids basking in sunlight enjoyed the warmth of mother earth and the freshness of its spring. this is the spring time joy of the world.
clover, one of the simplist things in the world.
This clover so small, beckoning for you to lay. Lay near and close among the others, close you the ground ; your mother and home. The earth that supports all. So lay among them, and lose yourself like you’re meant to.
‘You’re in clover’ , this means , i think that things are very good for you . I know I saw clover when I was a child . I would now mix it up with four leaf clover which is clover really.
clover and cloven are close word associates the cloven foot of the devil and the plant whatever just have a last different letter.
it is green and has four leaves when it is lucky, but i have never found one. it reminds me of leprechauns and st patricks day and eating green food for the day! it is small and grows in fields in large amounts. i love the smell of it, it smells so fresh and lovely. there are so many things to love about it
She fell into the clover. The sun not far behind. For now it’s not over. For now she is mine.
I think of clover as being a small plant. Maybe a girl. A beautiful girl with long flowing black hair and eyes that make you feel like you’ve been staring into the sun but you can’t help it because they’re so beautiful and i want to meet her badly.
The four leaf clover is a beautiful thing, but so rare. Luck, it stands for. You’re lucky to find one, you’re lucky to see one. Unless, of course, you’re Irish. Then you can see them all the time. Them and their leprechauns. But luck is so rare, we need to do it ourselves. We won’t find a four leaf clover unless we look for it. I want to find one. I want to be lucky.
Although looking similar to clever, is not, in fact, the word clever. It is clover, bringing to mind leprechauns and the Irish. The 4-leaf variety at any rate.
one day as i was walking along i noticed a nice and beautiful blooming clover field. I was austounded by what I had seen. Sitting there in the middle of the field was a gigantic scare crow, only about 45 feet high. There he was alive as ever, singing and dancing and trying to make friends with all the birds! Could you believe my astonishment at such a peculiar sight? I wondered to myself, why is that scare crow living in the cloveer field?
Luck is an interesting thing. Many would say that luck can be found. Perhaps by sifting through a seemingly endless field of green clovers, hoping eventually to find one that has mutated to become something it should not. Really though, luck is not something to be found, but created.
That’s my friends last name. Also it reminds me of luck. And the word green. I like how it rhymes with rover and Dover for example: the king of Dover found a clover whilst in his land rover! Poetry at it’s finest!
I once found a 7 leaf clover when I was little. It had the prettiest arrangement of leaves I had ever seen. On one side there was 3 leaves and 4 on the other. One leaf was slightly misshapen and had a teeny tiny hole in it.
She stared down into the flora and chewed on the inside of her cheek. She could still see her mother cowering in the corner and the beast above her spewing steam and filth from his face as she covered her face with her arms. She was shivering and cold in her nightgown and her bare feet were wet with dew as she had not thought to get her slippers when she ran from the house. She new if she could just find one with four leaves she could wish him away. She got down on all fours to see better in the moonlight.
4 leaf clovers. St. Patrick’s Day is when I met my boyfriend, Jason. One of the most amazing days of my life. Before when I looked at a 4 leaf clover I didn’t think much of it, but now I think of him.
four leafed clover. lucky duck. silly moose. clover like the stuff you cook with. once when i was little i made a “potion” and i accidentally tiipped over the bottle of clover. for the rest of the day all i could smell was clover. i thought it wouldve smelled different. more green adnn less strong. it permeated everything. my day of clover. a day of luck. i wish i could remember that date. then it would be my lucky day forever more.
Love is like luck – you either get it or you don’t. Simple as that. Whether it be a four-leaf clover style of love where it’s grown with care and patience from the bottom of your heart, or it’s a fly by night love affair with all the shallow glitz of a casino.