Best Forboding Poems
I saw a death shadow in the eyes of my infancy
a soft mercy with calm blue fancy,
in childhood, when free will asserted it's wild supremacy
we sang of star charriots and laughter loyal to hyperactivity,
I see a death shadow in the prime of my ascendancy
outlining my temple of truth, whistling thy words of wizardry,
I hear It like the madness of morning's ending,
I taste It as if from the burning breast milk of a Dragoness,
I see It in the bleeding smile of my heart's kindness,
I speak to It when love's luster unlocks the lunacy of loneliness,
I feel the humble shade of It's jade justice in a world hot and hustling,
My death shadow has a surface sweet with patient purpose,
It is not rough with forboding frost that frights the fight of flesh,
rattling the scythe of doom and cackling for cataleptic crisis it does not,
It is not a grim God or a greedy Goddess, no taxing terror trumpeted,
It has never been an angel of escape or a demon of dour delirium,
when suffering becomes a seduction of brute beauty I share in it's wise joy,
my death shadow follows the desperate yet disciplined form of my body battle
through life's plethora of coy poisons and possessive passions,
marching along side me with martial grace, sculpting my face with lion spirit -
J.A.B.
Categories:
forboding, death, gothic, heart, introspection,
Form:
Ode
Autumn trees stand forboding
With their skeletal branches,
Silhouettes in pale moonlight,
Like witches fingers.
Written 1st October 2020.
For Writing Challenge - Dodoitsu - poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Constance La France.
Categories:
forboding, autumn, moon, tree,
Form:
Dodoitsu
These feelings have drawn me to the water's edge
Under the swaying branches of a eucalyptus tree,
Flickers of sun's light stream through the leaves
Dancing gently around my eyes...
The breeze of mother touching me.
A bird, she sings so sweetly my dear
As the trickle of water accompanies her,
A sonnet of nature...
A sound so *****
And i am here, absorbed in her love.
All of my senses are alive now
Oh how i have dearly missed your breath,
Missed the love you leave beating in my breast,
How breathtaking...
How arresting the sky forboding above,
Oh love...
Oh love i am melting,
Out here i am melting away
Into this day of dreaming you are near.
The enigma of air, it never tasted so good
The fear of the forgotten breathed away
Breathing a pathway for my heart too play,
Do stay love...
Open the door...
The paint, it has faded, the wood is scorn
The facade torn from its tender flesh
Exposing all...
Exploring more...
Do play love, open the door
We have danced before, beyond this dream
It may seem our lips have touched before
For it is within just one gentle kiss
The magic of a treasure box of bliss unfolds
Of all the stories told of love's intrigue
Rendering me...
Utterly intrigued...and so i breathe...
I just breathe.
Categories:
forboding, love,
Form:
Alliteration
The heavy rain was unforgiving with an air of forboding on this grey and miserable November day.
At the cemetery entrance the chapel bell tolled ten times to herald the arrival of the hearse.
On the bare trees and perched on their skeletal branches were three black ravens watching.
The black clad mourners and the six pallbearers carrying the ornate casket now made their way to the freshly dug open grave.
Written on 18th February 2020
After googling poe realised the lines were too long
so not for contest.
Categories:
forboding, bird, death, funeral, rain,
Form:
Verse
In that haunted house by the hill
where nobody now dares to dwell
abides an spirit of such evil
so great for you or me to get near
So long ago in the days of yore
a well-to-do family lived there
their soul fed it with so much sin
and debauchery they never did heed
So they partied and made merry til' the end
and unspeakable orgies there took place
things that no decent soul would comtemplate
in secrecy they smeared the town with all their filth
But as everything must come to end be either good or bad
so a very dark and forboding night they all went too far
for in their debauchery and cruel games
a deadly and final price did all of them have to pay
Since then that night in this house by the hill
horrible screams mixed with sobbings can be heard
misterious noises that no one can ever explain
and your blood will chill in your veins if you
ever dare to visit the haunted house by the hill.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,31,2014
Categories:
forboding, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
Dark forboding Sky
Looms over the quiet earth
Lightning strikes its prey
Categories:
forboding, nature, science,
Form:
Haiku
The wind is bickering with the night
My poor house caught up in the middle
Pawing and retreating then pouncing like a cat
It drums at the windows and
Haunts a ricochet around the room
Of some rendez-vous echo where
The downtrodden beat downward
Into my valley, the new address of Lillith
Or Hydra, the war waging outside
Breaking careful silence like a train
Chuffing me slowly away with
The cars zooming in the wayside
Burnt out, the relay challenging
Me to find my own way into sleep
Depravation or a Concentration Camp
A womb must sound like this
Haunted and forboding. But, what foetus
Could ever know much better
Than to be scared out of new skin?
Calling for Hercules or a prescription
Some tablets and a glass of gin
To wipe away the world
Reentering anonymity and concentration
Camping myself in the ocean, a bag
For the dead, that little gold fish
Floating around within the carrier
Tonight, I sleep in the womb
Categories:
forboding,
Form:
Free verse
On forboding...
The rocky cliffs
Stark against midnight
Somber and austere.
Darkness sharp cold drifts
In hollow halls
In empty rooms with broken windows!
Deep underground...
In the deepest seams of the earth
Lurk little beasts slumber & run.
An unknown something dreams
Black cats, slink, and cry...
Into the deep pale moonlight!
Of the blackest midnight...
Things drift along in the rain-slick street.
Jack-o’-lanterns flicker in silent screams!
As hell walks,
I...
In the painted orange light
Foreboding!
Categories:
forboding, adventure, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
Tornado alley is a place to visit if you must
go there with conscious caution
look out for nails of rust
The alley's fraught with winds that fiercly circle with no warning
Look left and right. Look out, that's right!
Who know's what'll be left in the morning
This place is quite forboding
Mother nature does her scorning
It's quite clear to me; staying clear is the key to surviving when it is pouring!
Categories:
forboding, life, natural disasters, people,
Form:
Personification
My skies darken a forboding grey
When shadows overtake my day
A strong breeze carries dark gloom
To give the feeling of a pending doom
Lightning zig zags throughout the sky
Piercing heavy clouds so they can cry
Date written:9/1/2019
Writing Challenge 4, August 2019 - Six Lines
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
5th place
Categories:
forboding, dark, day, rain, storm,
Form:
Couplet
Don't pity me in the mingle
of a sunshine smeared midnight
where my green-eyed egos
debate the potency
of my virtues and vices.
In the contrasting hue
between mute, fuzzy familars
and sharp, fural forboding
my sanity is safe
from assuming unnatural extremes.
Categories:
forboding, imagination
Form:
Free verse
Challenges...
"one who does not
judge but listens".... Have I found that person.?
that speaks volumes in the book of my life these past
few years ...you can't possibly imagine.
The people who have abandoned me due to my change in
circumstance no one could have forewarned me
of...and
if they had, I might not have believed them ....
the sense of
betrayal has gone, that is their
journey
-if they have a need to hold onto some old shoe they
feel comfortable in even if it rubs them the wrong
way- so be it... i too don't forget, and the callous
may remain as a tutor; but I have an immense
capacity
for forgiveness - - it's the aquarian need for harmony
I suppose.
Yes, I know..life ...healing hurt and
confusion-- finding new direction, new purpose ...
this change may be good for me..
London beckons,
The need to move on...definitely not getting any younger,
but the fact that I cannot see any forboding signs down the road gives
me hope .....as the saying goes, where there's
breath there's hope -- i will follow this path,my new vision of me, not to see
where it leads me, but for the pure pleasure of the
journey....
They can laugh at my blunders, the same ones they
have
had a lifetime to dust off from, and give their
piteous looks
as they utter I should know
better...but
how else does one learn after knowing only one way
for so so very long.
That's how it's been these past few years, acceptance of
the things i cannot change and building the courage to
change the things i can
....and as the serenity prayer goes -- having the
wisdom to know the difference...
... yes, i do know where I must
go..
...but the evil i know doesnt scare me anymore, and looking back
through the prism of yesterday can even make
me smile... fuel
of faith for my own journey and the
ability to laugh and learn from the many mistakes of
the experienced 'traveller' that I am.
Now I hope i have not just rambled on..and on..
Have you been there ?
Categories:
forboding, age, change, deep, england,
Form:
Prose
A call is to a thing we cannot know.
For some, a fear
For some, an opening
For everyone, a challenge
if the cost will not be counted.
To the inclined ear,
the very air will shimmer
with the approaching waves
and roll on silent drums...
the cue to take the moment
on its terms...
beheading unseen monsters
lurking in the shadow, or perchance
inhale the breath of angels,
for adventure never comes
unbidden--circumstance
is passenger to choice.
And so there is a time for breath.
This human reservoir in surfeit
for an interval
assembling power with purpose,
reward in limbo,
faith in faith
as rainbows fade
and emptiness commands.
Foreign lands...deserted isles
will call to millions then
as if forever were an open slot
assigned to rash behaviour,
exclusive to the few.
But there is opportunity
in every carpe diem,
from every breath, and every sigh,
every pair of eyes one sees; from it
new tomorrows,
yesterday with senses dulled
could not envision, even with the soul.
That dark, forboding night
brings warm and friendly spectres
when, with fear embraced
and mystery in quest,
an atom shows a whirling universe--
a waterdrop a seething sea.
Such voyages begin within the heart
and end in glorious tumult,
winding down the curtain of a life
to thunderous applause.
~
Categories:
forboding, adventure, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Quiet word
I am the quiet word you hear ,
That warns you when, trouble is near,
The feeling you get, going out the door,
Did you turn off the power, are you surely, sure,
The voice that says,
“I know it’s him.”
Know his hide in a whip,
that’s old Slim.
The phone it rings, yes that is mum,
And soon she is, a talking, some,
You thought of her, she thought of you,
Connection, called her into view.
You saw a friend, who is sick today,
Got the feeling, he’d go away,
Now in the paper, there you read,
He died today, you wish “God speed.”
Forboding comes you know the score ,
Before it happens , and for sure ,
Not wanting to know it more,
The feeling it’s creating.
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Categories:
forboding, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
Barry Dell
“Ode to the Outsider” Poem
Outsider ousted with high self esteem, confidence protruding makes living most
carefree. Traveling the States with timeless zeal, trailblazing a path
only God can reveal. Listening, learning life subtle cry, sharing a faith boldness can
inform. A different drummer does an inward gaze, oceans of knowledge binds
Community’s grave. Speaking of that community resolves conflicts are fleeting
When we hear loves beacon call. Call of the wild, the outsider feels, how to be true amid
Life’s unexpected thrills? Sharing our wounds, heals the tribe, builds the people till community
Thrives. Thrives it must if society progresses, like birds in formation, toward heavens upward
Destination. Dream big we say to the kids all around, hoping and wishing for a better sound,
Sounds of redemption, Loves early light, pulling us upward to new progressive sight.
Take the Apple products we all know uniquely crafted by outsider Gates, taught us design
For humans await, Waiting we are for inventors abound to change life’s trajectory
For all to expound. What do we do with Jesse James, modern biker man outside the fold?
Welcome embrace our brother esteem, remember our values of expanded empathy.
Our world will change when we do this simple rhyme, embrace the outsider with a passion
Untold. Then karma will accelerate him back in the fold. Acceptance is the answer, they say
In AA, totally fine as we apply it today. Today is the now of eternity past, future forboding
Loves strange looking glass. Let us see a bright future, we all invent, embracing the outsider
Till all Is bent. Bend our minds God, we relent, releasing our struggle for all to ferment.
Categories:
forboding, adventure,
Form:
Free verse