Best Fortune Teller Poems
My mother had a treasured ornament
A big brown shire horse
To the mind of a ten year old
This was a toy of course .
It was a steed for my action figures
A target for my toy gun
It carried cavalry and Indians
Giving me hours of fun.
One day whilst playing with my plastic bow and arrow
I knocked the shire horse from the table
Two pieces broken from its mane
But superglue held them stable.
I never told a living soul
I was never asked, So I never lied
and my mother polished that horse every day
Right up until the day she died.
Last night at my mates house
He and his wife were entertaining a fortune telling friend
What she had to say to me
Made the hairs on my neck stand on end
I think all that stuff is utter rubbish
and I got up to leave
When the lady asked me why
I said, I'm afraid I don't believe .
I said goodbye to all my friends
Then I turned to go
The medium/fortune teller
Told me there was something I should know
She understood I was a sceptic
So I must leave of course
but I should know my mum had forgiven me
For breaking her shire horse.
No one but me knew about that horse
I have kept it secret for so long
This morning my scepticism about fortune tellers
Is still there but not quite so strong
As I've said I broke that shire horse
So many years ago
I never told a living soul
So how did that fortune teller know ?
The old woman has the magic eye she can foresee things
She informs people when they visit her what the future brings
She is dressed in a flowing swathe she has a crystal ball
She can tell you your fortune she can reveal it all
Gypsy blood runs through her veins from the old days
Her mother used to have the same fortune telling ways
Handed down through generations to the gifted few
They can reveal your future and the things you’re going to do
Is it magic or is it just weird how these women have the gift?
What they say will make you sad or give your spirit a lift
Cross her palm with silver and she will let you know
Everything you want to hear and how your future will go
She beckoned me to enter her world of mystery
Incense, smoke and mirrors, and untold witchery
I started walking by her, but something pulled me in
And so I dropped my money in her ancient box of tin
She led me through a corridor, into a darkened room
I followed close behind her trail of sweet, but strange perfume
We sat down at a table and she cast her cards aside
Uncovering a crystal ball with dancing flames inside
Her eyes began to darken as she stared into the ball
She fell into a trance, and then the Gypsy told it all
She talked about my sorrows, my failures and my wins
She knew about my deepest fears and all about my sins
From childhood to the future, she spoke about my life.
The little girl, the soldier, the lover and the wife
She knew about my lovers, and all about my past
And strung them all together like a movie’s greatest cast
Then suddenly, the Gypsy woke, the fire left her eyes
As if awaking from a dream in genuine surprise
Seemingly unfazed by all the confidences told
Dreams filled with the secrets which the crystal ball did hold
She walked me back out to the door, and we said our goodbyes
Aware of how her visions would forever keep us tied
Now every time I want to know what will and will not be
I’ll ask the Fortune Teller, for her crystal ball can see
A young damsel was,
Walking in the green forest,
Searching for the old gypsy,
Known by palm readings,
Predicting about present,
With a great accuracy.
The gipsy told to,
The damsel that if she wants,
To predict her future life,
Only have to look,
How was living nowadays,
To know the foresight foresee.
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She grabbed my hand and turned it palm up
Stated the obvious and read leaves from a cup
A sigh came from her heavy breast
I thought I’d offer her a test.
I was married, I began, to a woman, not a man
An eyebrow raised as she formed a quick plan
You’ll marry again, written in your palm
I wasn’t excited, but remained, strangely calm
Revelation after revelation; this woman’s good
At stating the obvious, just as she should
I looked intently, asked will I have a child?
Definitely more than one, her eyes were wild
You’ll live in a mansion with a wonderful lass
You’ll meet your soul mate, I’m not being crass
Children will fill every spare room
Laughter will echo, love will bloom
The soothsayer, finished on a positive note
I crossed her palm and put on my coat
David Cox 01/03/23
The Fortune Teller
By Rick Rucker
I sat there as my fortune was read,
Wondering if I would soon be dead,
As she turned over each new card,
The waiting was very hard,
Finally, she asked me to form, in my mind,
An important question, of any kind,
The answer would, to her be known,
She would receive it, as if by phone,
Then she would answer my query,
I admit, I was leery,
I had already paid her money,
And I wanted to know about me, and my Honey,
Would she, forever, be my mate?
Would being blissfully happy be our Fate?
After some lively interaction,
She answered to my satisfaction,
Now, we came to the crux,
This nervousness really sucks!
Now, for the big ending,
A wish, to the Spirit, I would be sending,
The most important thing in my life,
A wish, with emotion, rife,
I thought long, and hard,
My fortune dependent on my next card!
She talked before turning it,
Finally, I could hardly sit,
As I was getting weak,
She gave the card a little tweak,
It obediently turned face up,
Falling near my coffee cup,
I did not know what it meant,
My emotions were completely spent,
She said, “Oh, that is very good!”
I hit the table, to knock on wood,
My most fervent wish would come true,
But what it is, I can’t tell you,
To reveal it, might be a jinx,
That is what the fortune teller thinks,
But, in two decades, near the end of my life,
You can ask me, and my wife,
By then, we will have had the time,
To have a Life, so sublime!
They call me a furtive old fella
And scoff at the fortunes I tella,
a hoax you would call it
as you look for your wallet,
And I vanish before you can yella!
The night is still, yet the air is warm
a young heart is having her fortune told
seeking truth for a love she feels has no worth
the moon is full and beaming
fortune teller say's
don't look into the fire for you will be blinded with what you see
what you think is roses will cut you deep
fragile is your heart, hold it closely
for a thief he is of many kinds
love it is for you, lust it is for he
be careful she warned, for destiny is not always what it seems..
Once I was walking down the street
When a gypsy stepped out to say,
"Read your future for a dollar?"
Back then, for me, an hours pay!
Old and wrinkled was this woman
With a ragged and worn floral dress
With hands bent quite like vulture claws
She offered, "This way and I'll impress!"
I pulled a dime from my pocket
I said, "That's all I have, understand?"
Then quite like magic, I'll admit
The coin disappeared from my hand!
She wrapped the dime in tissue and said
Something Romanian I guess
Then said, "I'll light the big candle"
I was starting to feel some distress!
I said, "I don't have much time",
As I looked down at my watch
Then under her breath she mumbled
Touching my nipples and crotch!
Jumping back I just said, "Hey!"
(All I could think of at the time)
Then I made a hasty retreat
Saying, "Uh, you can keep the dime!"
Since then my libido hit the roof
A blessing and curse in a way
Now I take pause to wonder if,
She put a spell on me that day!
She spent her life doing just the one thing,
One thing that people payed for,
The one thing nobody else could do…
They’d pay to watch her perform,
She’d tell them their future with a little tea leaf,
She’d read the lines on their hand,
Or she’d spread the cards from an old tarot deck,
Revealing what the cards understand,
And sometimes the news was full of good fortune,
Sometimes it was filled in with dread,
Sometimes the numbers were a little abstruse,
And folks had to decode what was said.
Either way, she made a fortune, from telling a fortune,
For people who’d always confide,
And tell them the things they needed to hear,
To help clear and freshen their minds.
The fortune teller
I am the fortune teller
I came to talk
Of you the future
So pay attention
And listen
Else you wont understand
The voice of the air
When its blows
For the fisherman understands
The waves of the sea when it flows
We make life
We don't take life
Walking the truthful way
Is an everlasting treasure
That which is forever
But walking the wrong way
Leads you to a lake of fire
Life is beautiful
So be hopeful
Make sure you are
Not deceived by vanity
For this is your destiny
I don't exactly know the how or why
I can't even explain it
But i have or was given a gift
I am a fortune teller / medium
I can read card's
Decipher tea leaves
Predict and tell the future
And converse with the dead
Wow can you talk to god as well ?
Or are you in fact rather a fraudulent snake oil griffter
con-artist
Who scrapes a living off the insecurities
and vulnerabilities of the longing and loss of the distraught
Because otherwise you would know what
lies ahead of you in your future
And if as the saying goes payback and karma is
a son of a dog
Then may i suggest you take an eternity
of treats with you for the journey because
you are bound for a long old stretch in the
dog house fed on a diet of humble pie
What is a fortune anyway? A bit of luck. A spark of magic, a reflection of spirit...Who could imagine what life will bring? A dance, a lover, a wedding ring. Gee. All of this, plus material things. Mixing of cards, arranging a tale, flailing of arms, sitting like a snail. One might prosper, one might fail. Who could predict such precarious fate? The one who plays it will set it straight. A picture perfect memory, a tragic ending. The one who lived it draws its conclusion. Life goes on like the artist's illusion..
She distributes the wands and the cups.
Her client taps a card, choosing it.
The death card comes up.
The client gasps.
She takes her hand and begins to explain.
She has Bambi brown eyes, and a kind soul.
The client settles down, wanting to believe
in her explanation, in the cards, in a happily ever after.
She is not merely a soothsayer and a card reader,
She is a psychologist, a mother, a grandmother, and a crone.
She understands the value of being optimistic
of bringing hope into each tarot reading.
Her clients are loyal, coming back to see her again and again.
She uplifts them, inspiring hope, promising joy.
It is what they get, for it is what they now expect.
The Fortune-Teller
By Elton Camp
A big, red sign to the passers-by does call:
Reads, “Sister Mary Sees All, Knows All”
On one side is a very big hand painted red
On the other, it’s “Crystal Ball” that’s said
But if of the future Mary is able to keep track,
Why need she live in a run-down little shack?
And why is there parked right there by her door
A shabby old Chevrolet made back in 1994?
Sister Mary knows what the future does hold?
Then she ought to be living in a palace of gold
Every single racing bet the wise seer would win
She’s know the winner before the horse did begin
And even which of the stocks would rise or fall
Those to buy or sell, Mary would know them all
These are just a few of the practical reasons why
When I see a fortune-teller, I drive right on by