Prediction Poems - Poems about Prediction

... Religion is about ideology; Resurrection is about The Christ. Empty words; empty ideas; empty religions; Empty tombs. Satan was totally clueless about the resurrection. Unity with the Fa......Read the rest...

...She is prissy, stuck up, arrogant, I imagine said Joey Lee. Have you met her in person though? How can this prediction be? I can tell because I have met others like her, some are on my blog. He al......Read the rest...

...Once upon a time in a land of old, was a magical calendar, amazing to behold. It sat on a shelf, mysterious and rare, with the power to gaze into the future's lair. People from far......Read the rest...

...Absolute deafening silence... during and after a moderate snowfall today January 19th, 2024, within Southeastern Pennsylvania and elsewhere across the Eastern Seaboard, whereby blanket of whit......Read the rest...

... I cast these concepts I cast these kernels Kernels in my hand Kernels in the clay Clay of loam Clay of words Words to describe Words packed Packed with exegesis Packed with strength ......Read the rest...

...TWINFLAMES Obsidian oscillated into lava slid across syntactic streams tumbled thick greenwood thickets impenetrability an intricate illusion wicked sha......Read the rest...

...winter's wind whispers weather forecast predictions stirring up chaos......Read the rest...

..." To act in a play in front of an empty theatre, surely does not evoke one's greatest performance. Human contact is imperative " ~~The Returning Poet~~ On a silken thread a purpose to be. A woven......Read the rest...

...of the world lingers soothsayers forsooth dawns keep dumping out light despite the ever coming the end gets further away it runs away from every prediction a million alternative ......Read the rest...

...Off kilter Yup I sobered up despite expressing regular (unleaded and unlettered) urge to shtup expunged courtesy system of a down with shuga (mush) and everything nice. The following......Read the rest...

...Morning Thoughts Sunday morning, heavy mist clings to the building the bay of Cascais is shrouded as a grief-striking widow inaudibly her sigh, but her eyes are still sea green Ten days ago, ......Read the rest...

...The shape of the world is not a man standing on a globe, or a man dressed in white robe, it is the shape of the heart that leaves you scrambling in the dark. It resonates through the machines and di......Read the rest...

...In war, you can't guess Alliances last longer, Or when help will cease.......Read the rest...

...an autumn wind blows wet, cold, whipping, stripping leaves.... phoebe returns home winter won't be easy here prediction, a cold winter ......Read the rest...

...it was beyond my control yet every aspect and tilt my movements directed precisely until out of my control momentum gathers prediction possible g......Read the rest...