Best Foretells Poems
The hint of autumn leaves in breeze
As northern states begin to chill,
When August morning frost in trees
Drapes canopies o’er sylvan hill.
As summer waltzes her last dance,
The hint of autumn leaves in breeze
Adds to the season her romance,
When dappled colors start to tease
As nature offers her first freeze.
Soon verdant leaves morph into gold.
The hint of autumn leaves in breeze
Foretells of changes to behold.
Bright autumn hues beyond compare,
As gold, ruby, and rust now please
When summer’s end began to share
The hint of autumn leaves in breeze.
8-16-22
~Seventh Place~
Hint of Autumn Premiere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
~Poem of the Day August 17, 2022~
Thank you very much Team Poetry Soup and Members
Categories:
foretells, august, autumn, color, romance,
Form:
Quatern
It is the night, in deepest dark, that death foretells
the demon heart in which all lonely feeling dwells.
Yet, in plain sight, our eyes can’t see what life impels,
emotion’s plea, our deepest sorrow love dispels.
Blind are caustic ink filled visions, all light repels,
like charred decisions, ash from crematory tells
a tale where quietus intrepidity sells
the silent impetus toward a life of many hells.
Walled inside this ebon murk, my emotion wells;
beyond they lurk, those who are sane, their tale retells
how life is to live, and the end but brief farewells.
Though my will may bend, it is I that death compels.
02/16/2018
Categories:
foretells, anxiety, dark,
Form:
Monorhyme
The Cronus prowls the darkened glade,
in pitch black robe of sackcloth made.
He foretells of eternal night,
and seeks to wield death's heinous blade.
From shadow he haunts woods and path,
dispensing of time's final math.
Frail souls evade his obscure realms,
they fear to meet his scythe's fierce wrath.
The Reaper's ghastly harvest knife,
sharp-honed, grim-edged, creating strife.
Oh, save us from his shadowed land
and from his dreaded afterlife.
Faint memory of morning light,
which salves our souls and makes life bright.
Protect us us from such mortal plight
safeguard us through both day and night.
The Cronus
10-10-14
Categories:
foretells, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
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S un sits dazzlingly on its golden throne
U psurging plumes on the horizon in various tints of rose
N uminous gleam foretells tomorrow’s blissful dawn
S piritual grace sufficiently suffices my soul
E ffusion of a fiery love, hope and promises ripple
T owards me, its whole magnified reflection on water tickles
©2012Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Aug. 6, 2015 12.20pm
First Place
Contest: The Answer
Judged: 8/17/2015
Sponsor: My loving poetess, sis and friend, Skat
Categories:
foretells, beauty, sun, sunset,
Form:
Acrostic
Cold is the night and dark and long
though with the gloom bleak humour comes
we'll make it through, our love is strong
North wind howls under midnight's gong
and buries all neath ice and snow
cold is the night and dark and long
Silence deep as snowflakes throng
unbidden doubt ousts fragile sleep
we'll make it through, our love is strong
On melting snow, black springtails sprong
in tribute to sun's slow return
though night is cold and dark and long
From cedar green, red cardinal's song
foretells of warmer days to come
we'll make it through, our love is strong
With sun's return spring comes along
snow melts, rain falls and life glows green
the days are warm, the sun is strong
we made it through, our love is long
1/25/2016
Categories:
foretells, life, valentines day,
Form:
Villanelle
There is a place I long to be….
A fervent wish......I often see
Where I can close the book, take a breath
Close my eyes….and remember……...............me....
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Where once again….I will find myself….
my forgotten self, along the sea…
There is a beach of pure white sand
An island in a far-off strand
Where I shall walk with happy feet
Where tall palms overhead will meet
Where green and scarlet birds will fly
Beneath a golden tropic sky
There is a spring, whose waters flow
Along a creek bed cold as snow
That I shall drink with eagerness
With taste of mint and watercress
To quench a thirst that I have known
Within my very flesh and bone
I have a world in which to roam
A tree a thousand miles from home
That I have never even seen
And yet I know it's branches green
Will give me shade some happy day
Beside a lake long miles away
My wish foretells a longing fate
And so I'll bide my time and wait
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There is a place I long to be….
Where I can close the book, take a breath
Close my eyes….and remember……
me…..
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For Contest: Island of Fantasy
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
foretells, happy, hope, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Before iron winter commands the land
The brown ground sparks a bittersweet blaze
Bonfire breezes cross in smoky strands
Where nut stashing squirrels pause to gaze
On museums of leafy orange haze
Maroon afternoons of apple's sharp bite
Foretells the night tomcats dress as jaguars
Tricking candies for ghoulish appetites
For sweet treats, they knock on doors near and far
As spells of cuteness fill their cookie jars
Even when the morning sun flees the east
And the rains arrive, secluded and dank
We prepare to share the harvest feast
For the coming spring, behind the cloud banks
For the warmth of family ~ I give thanks.
10/16/20
For 'Autumn' poetry contest
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Categories:
foretells, appreciation, autumn,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Love Story
Oh, how I remember days full of ardent cheer
Enamored in prospects of romance so sincere!
Believing love so precious would never end
Floating on emotions that eagerly befriend.
Despair then ravished my young tender heart
And all my aspirations suddenly blew apart.
He never told me what caused him to flee,
Walking out of my life without even telling me.
How gullible of me to believe untruths he said
Letting him seduce love, taking me for granted.
Gladly you found me when I was hopeless wreck,
As shattered dreams trailed a tragic heartbreak.
Now I adore how you hug me with gentle care,
Approaching me softly with a joy of teasing dare,
Loving me deeply like no one has ever before,
Embarking on a journey our love would explore.
Your loving hands hold me as if a delicate flower,
As you surrender tenderly like you wish to cower,
Whispering as a moth whirling breeze of fresh air,
Burning my flame eminently with a loving flare.
Then we travelled to vistas of kingdom unseen,
A paradise of enduring love fit for king and queen,
There I surrendered me as you fondly appealed
As union of our anxious desires eagerly fulfilled.
Now as you contemplate pending wedding bells
I'm desolate to admit what my wary heart foretells,
My sweet love I regret deeply how this will end
As I have fallen in love with your sexy best-friend.
First Place
November 3, 2017
Love Story
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
foretells, heartbreak, love, , sweet
Form:
Rhyme
Hypnotized by moonlit tides, so soft yet deep,
he speaks to me. A twilight gaze casts its fateful spell.
Every word surrendered to his fantasy, I keep
to toss upon midnight's shore like the roiling shells.
I inhale ocean's breath and body, waves of magic he foretells.
Beneath a stroke of endless sky, innocent days
fall prey to darkness, enchanted by love's disguise.
His smile tempts the waning moon as castles crumble to decay.
And I...I am lost to myself. I, who once was wise.
Helpless in his arms, I've become one of his lies.
Categories:
foretells, longing, love, night, passion,
Form:
Quintain (English)
The Tempest
That misty shadow on the shore,
with crimson sunset gone from view,
foretells a tempest is in store;
the dreaded forecast has come true.
With crimson sunset gone from view...
forgotten is fair yesterday.
The dreaded forecast has come true;
harvest of sunny days, at bay.
Forgotten is fair yesterday...
now thunder growls an angry song.
Harvest of sunny days at bay...
the deluge coming, strong and long.
Now thunder growls an angry song...
and lost is love and all its grace.
The deluge coming, strong and long...
a grim finale...now must face.
And lost is love and all its grace,
foretells a tempest is in store;
a grim finale. Now must face...
that misty shadow on the shore.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Ten Words
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 04/23/2018
10 Required words used in order of appearance:
misty shadow shore crimson tempest
forgotten yesterday harvest love grace
Categories:
foretells, lost love,
Form:
Pantoum
As I sit here and wait
My mind slowly does churn
Memories of you around and around
The sound of your soothing voice
The smell of your infatuating scent
The touch of your smooth skin
The sight of your unmatched beauty
Time turns to stone
As I wait alone
Unrighteous anger makes me its home
The sound of him making you laugh
The touch of his hand in yours
The sound of his endearments to you
The touch of his lips to yours
My fists are clenched
Sweat crosses my brow
I fight the anger away
It makes me sunken and hollow
It tells me I will never have a chance with you
It creates my depression
It foretells my unhappiness
But I fight my anger away
The anger banished
I sit and wait
Now only a test of my patience remains
As I sit here and wait
Our lives go on
I await the time when they'll combine
Categories:
foretells, dedication, depression, hope, life,
Form:
Verse
The poem with no name.
There is a black raven at my tail, as I walk down the street;
It foretells me my tale will no longer taste so sweet.
The end is nigh, I hear from upon high;
In darkness I hear, the shriek of the beast.
I am coming to meet you, my maker;
Are you sure you are ready to meet me?
I will courteously scream at you, what have you taken away?
My life, your judgment; what a price to pay!
Too short was this living; your retort had better be good!
No I don’t understand! Who on Earth could?
This darkness you befell upon me is bitter indeed;
Without you to blame and scream at, what have I left to bleed?
A soul snatched from this world and elevated beyond this life;
In God’s eyes I find meaning, to my premature demise.
What countless men before me, have suffered the same fate?
I see two angels at God’s shoulders; I guess he sent his Devil away.
I kneel before benevolence and beg for forgiveness.
The voice of angel’s raise my spirit;
Their songs of joy are relentless.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
foretells, angel, confusion, dark, death,
Form:
Written: November 03, 2023
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Pristine his soul and tamed to the core,
Who was semaphored by a sloping wave?
He escaped the safe harbor of the shore,
And pushed by each coxswain and crave.
God foretells a quaint future for humanity,
The hidden channel for thinking and action.
Beware of fools; this is a hazardous vanity,
He sought sanctuary in the chilly reaction.
Underground stars emerged victorious,
And the ocean served as an awful grave.
He is surely a compassionate star, glorious,
People who pulled the cast first are brave.
Their moorings have above welcoming past,
Ventured out into the sea, lacking a map.
Liberty is the root of every storm and blast,
A span is the breadth of the Earth's sea gap.
And their daily unrest is merely a brief respite,
Mixed with man's untrustworthy spiritual kernel.
Desires lacking a shore, hidden and desperate,
Quite ardent, open to faith or clan air, eternal.
Categories:
foretells, analogy, appreciation, ocean, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
There must be something besides love
Another good topic for a poem
Perhaps I'll write about nature and stuff
And the chilly winds a-blowin'
November in Canada has that nip in the air
That foretells of the season ahead
For those that are into those winter sports
Bet you're can't get it out of your head
Well maybe when I was a very young'un
Snow time meant barrels of fun
But this guy's quite old and crotchety now
Snow means falling on me bum
Can't wait for spring just six months to go
The months can't go by fast enough
Perhaps I'll hibernate just like the bears
Then wake up and brush of the dust
Don't get me wrong, I'm Canadian eh!
It's the law, I'm required to like winter
They could lock me up, throw away the key
It's also against the law to whimper
(sniff!)
Categories:
foretells, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
Sing the rites of evening’s passage
when bleeding moon fires like a wild keeper,
her rosette curves slither in rarest of eclipse
as night sky heaves with quivering breaths.
Oh how she bares the lush of glossed flesh
beckoning all senses to crave her touch;
more red than any pigment of glazed stars
while crescent mouth foretells her swift plight.
Chant! blood of moon curdles in hungry desire
igniting lovers to taste life’s ambrosia;
brief her presence dripping sweet mysticism…
till passion brews before hours nip her spell.
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Dave Wood's Red Moon
4/ 15/ 2014
by nette onclaud
Categories:
foretells, magic,
Form:
Free verse