Best Clairvoyant Poems
i see dead people
but they can never see me
~ i see through her too
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (45)
any form any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand 10th place
Senryu Humorous, Satirical or Dark
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin 3rd place
To speak for those, who no longer have a voice,
were I to get it wrong, would they really have a choice?
No.., they didn't choose me as spokesperson, why would they?
I am not clairvoyant.
But they haunt my dreams still...cause me to rise, plead me to look back.
They won't let me alone, point in fact.
“I am waiting patiently. Goodbye my darlings"
Bill didn't have enough water to write much more than this.
Born on Valentine's day, with his heart set on Chubby,
eight days to dwell on a love that almost was, now missed.
Mia was a sad-eyed beauty, there's no denying that.,
she never got free the shadow cast, Ernie's early demise.
Though a mother's love, given and reciprocated,
found a fondness binding, throughout her short life.
Marty made the day special for friends and family,
never thinking of himself, a miracle and twin borne.
Forsaken in life's wishes, called only for justice seen,
lived life fitting of a brother they'll always mourn.
Save up the coins for the ferryman while you still can,
the days will bring swift recounting.
Leave lasting memory for love's empty hand,
and debts of the heart ever surmounting.
I can’t sleep because I can’t breathe
My mind is bleeding red thoughts so odd
Thoughts like I wish to eat and not get fat
To stop coughing up my blue heart
It occurs to me COVID is the beast
That killed my clairvoyant auntie
And I suddenly realize that
I did not have it harder than her
She battled breast cancer
With chemotherapy and her work laptop
So valuable to her coworkers it was
Nothing for them to email during procedures
So why take her and leave me
It’s not my time it seems
But I am sad she passed
Before shots were available
So I don’t get to woe is me
But I do wish to see her again
When it is my time.
CLAIRVOYANT
WE ARE STILL LIVING IN THE
WORLD OF SADHUS
I ASK YOU'LL WHY???
WHEN IT'S GOING TO CHANGE
WE STILL LIVE IN THE WORLD
OF SUPERSTITION.
I ASK YOU'LL WHY???
THE POLITICIAN STILL FLUMMOX,
I ASK YOU'LL WHY???
THE POPULATION STILL GOING UP,
WHO'S RESPONSIBLE
I ASK YOU'LL WHY???
THE CHILD LABOUR STILL GOING UP
I ASK YOU'LL WHY???
FARMERS STILL STARVING TO DEATH
I ASK YOU'LL WHY???
IS THIS GOING TO CHANGE
WE HAVE TO TAKE
HAND IN HAND.
AND WALK THE LIFE TOGETHER.
TO OVERCOME THIS ANTHAEMATIZE.
Knowing the future
What a redundant effort
When it stays the same
Like your favorite color,
Some things you can never change
Glorification
A troubled vanity
Of unseen clarity
A guide into the afterlife
Desperation in empty eyes
Seen through a misty mirror
Gone from mind
But viewed in soul
An incorrigible darkness
Present in the beauty of vision
A power
With nary a warning
Engulfed within a murky
Background
No sight for
The Seer
Could Be Clairvoyant
It could it be she is clairvoyant
Always knows how much will be spent
And best ways to make many friends
Will always follow latest trends
Touch up her hair using a tint.
Jim Horn
in the smooth sand down by the sea
you do all but declare love for me
you tell me there's a quick and easy way
then you try to illustrate...after,
tellin me I'm not part of your master plan
sayin "I'm not the man you think I am"
I never issued an ultimatum
didn't quote the rules verbatim
never told you I would not wait
never turned my back in haste
gave you lots of latitude
while you were givin me attitude
tellin me I'm not part of your master plan
sayin "I'm not the man you think I am"
how would you know the things I want
you opened the book, never read cover to cover
you thought you had me all figured out
you were never that clairvoyant
while on the sand he takes my hand
and we waltz off into the sunset
you told me I'm not part of your master plan
said "I'm not the man you think I am"
but you are wrong, I knew it all along
the reasons why I fought it so hard
I went and fell in love anyway
but all of that is now yesterday
A lot of people meet with a young man
for sessions which are then shown on TV.
He’s got a gift, and I’ve become a fan.
Impressions from souls passed on he can see.
He’s not some upstart with an evil plan.
Expressions, though, of incredulity
there are! And if his skills were proved unreal,
his star would fall, and quite let down I’d feel.
June 14, 2019
for the Ottava Rima Poetry Contest
Sponsor: charles messina
It was 3AM I suppose, or to be precise
A complete hour of sleeplessness and
I was walking behind or rather following
The footsteps of that decrepit old body.
Her hoary head signified semaphores,
Illuminating and reflecting a way onward,
Onward to a curvilinear farness.
Her bent shuffled maneuvers were like
The surges of the tides that rise and
Culminate on the shore becoming arches
And while I was at the verge of losing myself
Amidst the labyrinth of her creased
And sagged skin
I realized that it was me.
It was kinesics with my distant aged self.
I just traveled
Through the furrowed copious vacuum
Of clairvoyance created in my mind.
~Nayanika Dey
From: India
Copyright ©: 6 July, 2016
the clairvoyant saw
God within our heart
and our soul luminous
we were pleased
in as egoically
delusionally
for where is God not
yet these validations
quietened our doubts
steadying hearts resolve
to deepen inner silence
31-January-2023
I fight sleep like Muhammad Ali
Like I’m a newborn babe
I can be tired but still inspired
to write neon night away
But on this night I have a fright
feeling fuchsia limited choices
Is it a crime to lose your mind
When you keep hearing violent voices?
It’s my hazel hope there’s no ghost
For what would I do about it?
But unfold mahogany mind is broke
Makes you super sad to doubt it
If I say visiting spirit came one October eve
I could be indigo inviting all to true blue believe
Fear is that I heard a voice
because I am out of sorts
Fear is near that I am weird
and simply need the Lord
So I came to the emergency room
Not claiming to be clairvoyant or witch
Pills consumed made worse green gloom
Now violet voices bloom ain’t that a bxxxx!
Written 9/29/23 for contest
Let's Minichu on Fear but withdrawn
Sponsor Mohan Chutani
She is a hooded novice
awaiting her instructions
from her
self preserved heart
She is an innocent
appreciating the beauty
of her
inner thoughts
She is a clairvoyant
experiencing a depth
in her
consciousness
She is clairaudience
listening in silence
as her
whispers increase
She is in the spirit of love and truth
She is in the hands of a powerful force
A meditate state
showing her
the path
of
her
well
earned
bliss.
Generational curses and trauma
Ride your pride like Hyde of llama
Clairvoyant cries of ebony eyes
That see inside what igloo heart hides
Pain and shame of the past
Fire flames and words like gas
Burning on brain like hell’s top hat
It’s a thin line between insanity and
Humanity one must replace the vanity
With humble heart and psalms from God
Be careful and prayerful as evil swirls
Greater is He that is in me
Than he that is in the world
Clairvoyant cat stared at the tarot spread
He had not expected this, but here it was
His owner did not understand the tarot
He smirked, keeping the bad news to himself