Best Foreshadowed Poems
Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.
Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Fighting so fierce and ferocious,
fratricide set free on this field.
Fuelled by freedom, nay, falsehood;
for their fellows and friends, foremost.
Forays so fraught with fine failure,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
focus firmly fixed on this field.
Forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fulfilment was falsely forecast.
Fate flexes her fickle fingers,
future’s foretold and foreshadowed.
Faustian favours forthcoming,
for folly to feud for a field.
Families of fine forefathers,
fought fiercely, for fear we’d forget.
Forthright and filial feelings,
forgo fun and frivolity.
Familiar flora forms focus,
for the fallen in Flanders Field.
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8 syallables on every line (www.howmanysyllables.com)
November 2018
(This is my original / extended version)
I wanted to do something special - and a bit different - to mark the centenary of the end of The Great War (11 November 1918). This poem is dedicated to all the brave souls lost defending freedom during that terrible conflict (and all conflicts since).
Categories:
foreshadowed, conflict, death, history, memorial,
Form:
Alliteration
Raven eyed the moon glowered
in an anthracite sky
bleeding onto an India-ink stage
where Valkyrie’s pluck
dead heroes to Valhalla.
Wolf winds howl the ravished sight.
Rent storm with fang and claw.
Purge the all too monochrome plight
with the Bloody born.
Harken the twisted neck of owl
observer of raven eyed moon.
Mourn the passing of the faint of heart
for they've met their foreshadowed doom.
Categories:
foreshadowed, adventure, allegory, animals, imagination
Form:
Free verse
Not meant to be alone forever,
Someone special is reserved for me.
I have the eyes of a machine, x-ray,
Color is society’s impenetrable gateway.
I want a woman I can be real with,
She appreciates me like she gets.
I pray she will be patient with me,
Being verbally open is hard to be.
Ecstatic to have a family of my own,
A foreshadowed dream in my mind.
My wife will change me in ways unseen,
I will be changed from who I used to be.
No roads are the same, only similar,
We will meet face to face I pray.
We each have our own path in life,
I pray one day I will have a wife.
Categories:
foreshadowed, girlfriend, inspiration, love, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I like the accidental,
incidental
way- the mist kisses and lifts from the timberline,
like angelic lung
that breathes it all in,
drifts to the next flowering,
a honey bee in a land of fairy as our heart's
flutter and are arrow stung, eros strung.
The way the sun facets its beam in
shutter glistened wink,
balance hung in the cascadency of echo-system,
beats, chirps, wakings strummed.
How loving that the lens is left open to show
we are live radiantly in a song and not alone,
not a curse of one.
I like how food just happens to be,
a bounty of giving,
a consistent conglomeration congealed upon itself
and presented as social happenstance
of living happened stance,
aroma of heart lance of delicious varietal trance
of sustenance.
In colors decadent,
juices, magnificent enough to be
a cuisine, cuisinart machinery.
I like the sunrise, how it presents itself in
a theatrical opening credit,
the greeting anew, all be it-
the salutationed dew, sparkling,
chirping song-ward, music impending-
foreshadowed-Mother's teet
sending milk in perfect flow,
"in a brilliance of only One who is in the know".
A verse spoken long-words tokened in a windswept mansions of Holy dimensions-vowed.
In patterned tale cameowed mosaic chord
of harmonic scale to tell, the sunset to bow.
the grandeur of a days production,
setting silhouette cast and an amen
and again by the moon to watchover as sentinel
who keeps watch for,
in the promise of dawn,
in wait, stagelight
drawing ready
to perform from- behind the curtain again.
Aint It Funny How It Is.
Categories:
foreshadowed, art,
Form:
Rhyme
Shadows 9-22-23
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Shadows
Living in ethereal shadows of compassion,
In profiles of grace,
Mercy overshadows stumbling stones
Revealed in a lens of benevolent focus
To eclipse blisters of ebony shades
With wispy balms of healing from raining penumbras,
No longer shadow boxing with bruising lacerations.
Shadows of grace pursue cutting eclipses
And wraps golden coronas of clarity
Around impenetrable guilt, treachery and betrayal,
Forgiveness foreshadowed in rising cumulous mists
Chasing cringing palls back into impotent hollows
Creating translucent patterns of favor
In delicate dews of lotus clour.
Ever present living pierced hands of agape,
In crimson shadow’s continual canticles,
Engulfs dark demon wraiths with pure mystery
And with silhouettes of the eternal Eden
Reveals perpetual truth –
No shadow can with withstand
The incense of everlasting grace.
Categories:
foreshadowed, forgiveness, inspiration, life, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience,
we must wait for the calm. ~ by poet
The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness foreshadowed an approaching storm
Wailing winds of the nor'easter would soon cause grief
damaging fragile coral growth upon the reef
Leaden clouds encroached and shrouded the gloomy day
The aura changed from gold to hue of graphite gray
It seemed as if an eclipse turned day into night
as feathered wings rose in unison to take flight
Thunder's billowed breath blew across the ocean's waves
as if the tempest was demanding what it craves
Atmosphere grew heavy with each powerful roar
White caps rushed with clangor against the sandy shore
With vengeance, the storm hurled jagged lightening strikes
Split second flashes that resembled silver spikes
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Then, the deluge rained like arrows, sharp as metal
That would've wounded men like a stinging nettle
The monsoon swept overland, clear across the dunes
on zephyr winds that howled diabolical tunes
The storm seethed with a furor that was unsuppressed
leaving the seaside landscape despoiled and distressed
Battered by ferocious weather that was to blame
Nature's forces can be impossible to tame
Finally, squalls dwindled and waves no longer surged
Glowing rays of sunlight defiantly emerged
And so the storm came with raging temper to vent,
pillaged treasures from the sea. Yes, it came and went
It was quite a balmy evening, fulgent and warm
Upon the beach seashells lie, displaced by the storm
Categories:
foreshadowed, storm,
Form:
Sonnet
Liberties subtle whisper, kicked up dust, his boots it lingers.
Glistening brow, hope pours by sweat drips, reflecting restless weathered fingers.
Foreshadowed looks a worried face, brave hearts strength, unnerved by grace,
Freedoms song his heart starts pounding, inspired backbones, by foot they race.
Our family’s values together they’ve protected, Integrities goodness they protect our land,
She too marched forward, a mothers love, by flags freedom, united we stand.
A Veteran’s life, we stand hearts open, respects gratitude to embrace we go,
A life we’ve dreamed by generations thriving, our gift wrapped freedom, in a big red bow.
Categories:
foreshadowed, blessing, dream, freedom, independence
Form:
Rhyme
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse
shouldering the bane of a kiss that foreshadowed trifles
kooky huh? how time unleashes emotions restrained behind pride
losing his beloved inamorata to an admirer she mollycoddles
his heart became friable to the echo of her suicide
It was the absence of a note that left his worries unverified
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
Now alone and without; a lovers heart is mummified
he will never love another as much
the “ghost orchid” has become her epithet
the rules of this game have changed, misère ouverte.
I chose Bonnie Raitt “I can't make you love me” because when I listened to it it brought
back memories of my childhood feeling second to my fathers work. His physical presence was
always their, but his heart belonged to his work and still is. After listening to the song 5 or 6
times I thought of the question, what makes the heart feel for something that it can't
touch----like love, and went from there.
Categories:
foreshadowed, beauty, betrayal, courage, emotions,
Form:
Sonnet
ADRIFT
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Swallowed by waves
Intensely waged in war
A mariner swims seized
In anarchic zones
Colliding crests of clear
Currents clash/clutch
Shifting and drifting it
Further from shallow
Fluidic floors
Lingering lured beneath
Deep aqueous lands
He swims sedate a
Straight stroking lap
Embarked on his quests
To cults of creatures as featured
Foreshadowed and seen
In rippling revelation
The chilling cool
Of the seas quench
The tip of his tongue
Tantalizing his thirst
While the lighthouse bells
Roar renouncing the curse
Concocted clamantly by
Imps tightly towered ashore
In aimless search of
He who fiercely fled
Like a falcon freed
From the flooding floors
Mellow sweet melodies
Sound a sugar's energy burst
Beaming bright as the sun
Sparks the dawn's white flame
Shading the scenes a
Deific seraphim's drape
As the towering sky's
Blue clothed in white cape
How brilliantly a defunct figure
Darted deep in the distance
Shapes an empryean eel
Adrift its ocean's reticence
~Poetra Jah~
Categories:
foreshadowed, christian, dark, death, image,
Form:
Imagism
Always a surprise
That you want it,
Kind of sneaks up on you,
Even bigger surprise when you are kissed back,
The feared face slap of precocious youth
That I never experienced in my life time.
But then for me
A kiss was never just experimental,
And foreshadowed a love
That might last a lifetime,
A kiss in my mind had integrity,
Always meant something,
Diaphanous specter of a promise,
Raging hormones not withstanding!
How like a kiss is the first poem given
To the object of one’s affection,
Feelings wrapped up like a present,
Though some people lack this gifting.
Still a smile carries a similar message,
Intention witnessed to by angels
Holy rolling tongue on fire,
Ecstatic testimony of the soul and the libido
In comparison
How without borders is same-sex bonding,
Though a kiss may or may not be lacking
Gradually you see that bridges have been crossed
Unnoticed by both men and women,
And space reserved for the other in your heart!
Of necessity, in that sacred space,
There can be no favorites,
Though disciples jockey for position.
Love is the only language spoken here,
And weather is always temperate,
Every soul is naked in that light,
Basking all day long in rays of smile.
Brian Johnston
January 21, 2016
Categories:
foreshadowed, love, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
If I could depart from reality,
and overlook the night's mask
upon the grieving girl, who
exudes the royalty of my perceived
utopia, then by words and emotions
entwined and compelled, love could
transform the mediocrity of my terabithia,
into the enchanting vision of a heavens
background, and create the paradox
of a lover's xanadu
For within her eyes, could lie the
tremble of a paradise lost, found,
imagined, and wished into the world
of my endured isolation, by the mere
greeting of strangers, I could be possessed
again by the spirit of Romeo, and see
within her eyes, the soul of my Juliet,
Embarking on the foreshadowed promise
of a poet's discovery of his eternal muse,
Or assume that by her grace, I was meant
to be salvaged from myself, and loved
clean of every single lapse in faith
Thus by a smile and unending moment,
when eyes align and release gazes that
pierce the pain of past, and deftly penetrate
the pathway, to the secluded vulnerability of
the rues and desires of the heart, I uncover
the sweetness that sleeps within her presence,
and she shelters the tenderness in mine, For
a moment we know one another, and as we
both know the magic that could be born from
the innocence of a fortuitous meeting,
Hearts alike shield themselves rather than
risk future agony, As I am her and she is me,
A goodbye is established before the hello infatuates us,
Thus hearts alike choose to cherish the perfection
of a romantic moment, And never degrade the only
blink in time, when human nature allowed us
to be "perfect" soul mates, by definition,
Categories:
foreshadowed, love, romance
Form:
Free verse
Here we are, at the edge of the universe.
Let us praise that we are alive.
Through the maze of this mausoleum,
Pass the gaze of the singular coliseum; I’m amazed that we survived.
The stars have come and gone, even their memory has faded away.
All that stands is the emptiness and hollowness that was foreshadowed by this pre-destined day.
As I stand here I turn around for one last look to the porous past.
I see the shedding of what I thought was everything, down to the last image of what use to be, going by ever so fast.
I see the losses,
I see the pain
I see the hallucinations of happiness so vivid.
As they collapse into a dimension that is too small for my mind to save.
I see the heroes,
I see the villains,
I see the ink that gave them life.
I see the future, dancing with the past amidst the darkening of the last remaining starlight.
Here we are, at the edge of the universe.
Let us praise that we are alive.
The last sunrays are fleeing,
Soon we won’t be able to see,
So how will I know if you survived?
Let us remember the taste of the tears of all we have lost and all we have won.
Let us remember, and face the fear as something turns to nothing, and the nothing takes the place of the sun.
I will try to remember what it’s like to love while I’m still awake.
I promise you,
I will try to remember the spark of energy you embedded in me, before it transfers to an unknown space.
Here we are, at the edge of the universe.
Let us praise that we are alive.
The floor was just a projection of protons that have already died.
Before the path is covered that lead us here to this beautiful place.
Take with you my last shimmering atom; you’ll need the light to make your final escape.
Now it’s time for one of us to take the plunge.
It’s only fair that I go first.
What ever happens, I know you’ll hold on to my atom
That’s all it takes to make another universe.
Categories:
foreshadowed, creation, dark, imagination, science,
Form:
Rhyme
Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Smooth sailing seas, but I now resemble a shark
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight
Again I move through the cold, this is my plight
A weary werewolf under dark moon, not a lark
Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Freezing wind blowing I move from left to right
The bitter bite foreshadowed by a familiar bark
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight
Confusion sets in and now, insanity with insight
This thing threatens, but I’m obligated to hark
Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Weak in soul, but my mind feels a strange might
The pleasant placating voice has to now embark
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight
If it’s a phase, I promise it is not done from spite
This clever close alliterated, a remaining remark
Once captivated by your light that shined bright
Your presence in times of sorrow, once a delight
Categories:
foreshadowed, dark, depression, light, light,
Form:
Villanelle
Transfixed by the thunderstorm of raining thorns
I taste the violet vapor that rises as smooth spirit
while my sensitive gaze garners generations of grief,
for those that follow the Savior must suffer like the Savior
and so they shall, feel the iron of violent institutions
their sacrifice will be spectacular
amid emperors and paupers alike,
on my seat of Delphic dreams
divine light washes my fertile face
blond tresses wave from under the hood
of my cobalt cloak, my lap draped in glowing gold,
I hold unborn history in my hand,
my cherubs exhaust themselves
on the years foreshadowed...
J.A.B.
Categories:
foreshadowed, creation,
Form:
Epic
Mariah
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Mariah, enigmatic mysterious and unknowable
Brushed her dazzling obsidian hair in the brilliant sunlight.
Indistinctive, but nonetheless inscrutable primal urges
Foreshadowed what one might assume to be inevitable.
Omniscient and powerful was the one that upon her gazed.
He construed all manner of romantic imaginations.
She, on the other hand, intuitively continued brushing.
And having guessed his unscrupulous intentions was aloof.
Lust, since the days of Odysseus and before have plagued mankind.
The carnal can construe many illusions about such things.
Mariah, being righteous, shunned love’s false impressions and remained.
Resplendent, she sat alone in the park, brushing her soft locks.
Kindhearted, was she, a natural born innocent beauty, too.
Distant and quiet, she continued to stroke her long black hair.
Dawn had clearly passed and noonday’s brightness shimmered upon her flesh.
There she reposed in the grass pondering thoughts about her God.
He, on the other hand, had devised an unfathomable plan.
And with cunning conceit drew closer to the unblemished lass.
Dazzling her with his splendid words and refined charms, he gained her trust.
A primitive desire for forbidden passion ruled him.
Gullible and alone, she received his promises of friendship.
Unbeknown to her, his mind, was brewing a different scheme.
The naive girl, laughed inside quietly for found companionship.
She ambled with him, unaware of his ulterior plot.
Categories:
foreshadowed, social
Form:
Free verse