Best Predictive Poems
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barometer bearing broad billboard
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coffinistic coiffures canonizing
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sitting back and looking at the world as a place to be
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all that is emo exit everpresent to keep the fecal faces free of
founding father status inquo man although time is time in place.
Mindfulness is a mute place ill unattended by sociocrap everlasting.
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practitudes of acoustic ancillary annotated awareness, allowing all annuities
ancient archaic to willfully wind wind waveringly wish away intrinsic id-ideas.
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share it, beware it, con-cure it, it. Know it it's criminal capitol is wary for before
u know it it, life it before it its u, and will its it and
ego ale all eek out the precious profit of its itdom idiocracy illusionary in its
illogical inness so mad made as not to gravely gravitate ungracious griefs
upon your its it.
scary huh. Karma it, Big Daddy.
Categories:
predictive, august, confusion, culture, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
I've bought a brand new mabel fern,
expansive, I can tell you,
when I've learned just how it words
I'll have a go and bell you.
It's got five ponds of crudity
which should last me a moth
but just for now I'm sending taxis
and this is the firk one off.
I've learned to use the camilla,
and music files called empty trees
which quite impressed my goon ladle
who wished she had one of these.
The only treble that I'm having
is the massages I type out
keep changing anatomically, don't know what that's about.
I may just take it back and give the ship assassin what for,
and get my monkey refunded and find another store.
Hope you and the wolf are in good hearth.
Categories:
predictive, humorous,
Form:
I’m sitting at my keyboard
Just ranting and abusing
Which my long suffering wife
No longer finds amusing.
I’m both dyslexic and dyspraxic
Which is why I swear and curse
Because for a creative person that
Combination couldn’t be worse.
To make matters harder I Have
a keyboard that judy can’t spell
And predictive text just
Can Make my life hell.
I bought a dictation programme,
Money very badly spent.
It just can’t cope with
My East Yorkshire accent.
So if my rambling is at time
More than usually absurd
Full of errors and typos
And the odd little non word
Please be a little forgiving
For what you are getting to see,
With all those helpers switched off
The unaided uncorrected real me.
Categories:
predictive, computer, fun, humor, language,
Form:
Rhyme
Guardian of the galaxy
Dominions and Principalities
Light and darkness
Stars shine bright
In the Heavens as light
Came from a glory that can't be comprehended in this reality
Archangel
The stars that's spangled striped over me from every angle
Planets and black holes
Millions of planets in the Cosmos
We have flesh but God spirit
In GOD image
An descriptive predictive in GOD vision
See GOD is Infinite
Everlasting living
Free will given
His son became against him
Lead an rebellion of brother an sisters against their father
Pain in GOD eyes from his Sons and Daughters
Brothers and Sisters fighting against their Sisters and Brothers
Against their creator The Father who is also The Mother
Of Creation of Archistructure
Lucifer in Heaven was a Conductor
Of Music to glory The Most High
One of the most beautiful Cherub Angel alive
But PRIDE AND HATR burned in him to Lie
Evil spelled backwards is LIVE
IS that a coincidence to Comprehend?
You have not seen Evil of all Evils
This darkness we WAR IS LETHAL
fully comprehend this darkness that deceives you
Found the truth I'm Heaven Sent
GOD Send got to fight till I'm in Heavens Bliss
Theories or Ideologies are just myths
To insist GOD DOSENT EXIST
But look it's a TWIST
they know that GOD is alive
Satan knows me before the War
That's why he tries to Destroy
An Deploys, toys, decoys, stored to uproar my Gore
Its more Angels on Earth
From Birth
Living in this Curse
Categories:
predictive, angel, bible, evil, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
If only you knew….
And that’s the scary part—maybe you do!
You’re a threat to my throbbing heart
You’re a twinkle to my mind’s eye
Just a damn lovable guy!
In every sense of the word, you’re out of my reach
I try to keep up with your tides—
I’m on the wrong beach!
You’re here
I’m there…
But no matter what—you’re still everywhere!
In my dreams, in my hurricane of a mind
Cursing the spell of your smiles in which I am confined
Silly butterflies hither and thither—swarms of them surround
Upsidedown, downtown, outback, homeward bound
It don’t matter where—you’re there
So. . .
Check me out! Check me OUT!
This hotel’s too expensive
I’m getting way too attentive
And afflicted and predictive and ADDICTED
Trust me, one night of this magical nonsense is enough
So if ya don’t mind I’ll just be grabbing my stuff
Hitching a ride with whomever—gottah make the run
Before I embarrass myself, senseless and outdone!
. . .
Okay. . . .
Here it goes. . .
No, I’m not just saying this cause I was tossed off the road by some
Pick-up truck chum!
I just wanted to have some fun. . .
You know me,
I couldn’t just give in so easily
But I’ll say,
I’ve missed you since I’ve been away
On this silly-willy road of keep-my-sane
You’re still the only beach I wish to reach
So if you know,
If you have known all along. . .
If we’ve been singing the same song. . .
Then, just take me home.
Yeah, yeah! You were right—I was wrong
Marry me quick—just don’t tell my dad or mom!
Categories:
predictive, funny, funny love, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
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Categories:
predictive, character, children, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
I love using predictive text on my phallic,
It saves me so much hassle and time.
Just a couple of lettuce then the rest just flows,
Flows in a sweet little rhyme.
I don’t need to learn how to spelt with structure,
Use syntax or even use grandma.
I can type real fascist, whatever I want,
My fingers’ like a little jack hammer.
And the sentences appear perfect, I must have great speech,
I know how to wrist using diction
Shakespeare would be envious of how goon I can talk,
Talk with my phone’s text prediction.
Categories:
predictive, humorous, technology,
Form:
Quatrain
London,
I can taste the cherries
rich red ripe
aching
for a predictive bite
savoured with much more than spice
warm mouths connect
and erect
in communion
in faith
consuming the richness of fate
but alas
It is too far off
my patience reclines
supine
my breath wafts through the air
enplaned upon your scent
chained to your walls
forbade to move at all
but I must
musk mystifies the wild
the deep
the prowl
the forest lay dark
but I shine light on the macabre
sacrosanct as it shall be
I am the power to be
an elixir in the entails of lust
held cross'd the chalice
where your waters are my wine
I drunk
and you the alter of attention
I can taste the cherries
in your Puritan pulse
pulling
I wander about
the mountains, the glory
my chains become yours
the locks not really locks
keys forged in trust
the fires rage and rage
water droplets seduce your chest
I stand in awe
undressed
Categories:
predictive, love,
Form:
Narrative
I really hate predictive text
It makes me think my phone’s been hexed
Try to type in a word
The suggestion’s absurd!
It’s annoying, I’m pretty vexed
03~16~17
Categories:
predictive, angst, humorous, technology,
Form:
Limerick
Mary and Joseph fairly did it,
That night when they each gave,
Everything to the other,
In energetic zealous rave.
Heaven and earth co-aligned,
Stars shone just on them,
Nature whispered unabashed,
As their voice was of 1000 men.
Morality and good were with themselves,
Unmarried yet with child,
But they knew their baby’s genotype,
His personality, meek and mild.
In fear of reputations pull,
They adjoined him with God, the divine,
And accosted the shepherds interest:
The people, the folks on the vine.
There had been predicted,
By the world’s predictive prophets,
A saviour by name of Jesus Christ,
In etymology’s linguistic minuets.
This man was to be the saviour,
Of the then known world from doctors,
Who only treated the rich and not,
Those who to them were doctor callers.
The baby’s name was already up for question,
And Joseph had complete discernment,
There was a census of the population,
Which Joseph completed with endearment.
There was no god to whisper a name,
His parents had to decide on his needs,
They had to determine the appropriation,
Of the prophesies and the creeds.
So they maybe called him Jesus Christ,
As false as false could be,
And that he became such bold and true,
Is due to his own credibility.
Although in life he may have been confused,
About his birth name from Mary’s heart,
He had twelve close friends and brothers,
Who helped his career start.
These disciples were to me colleagues,
Of the man who could heal,
And for a first mover in equal care,
Twelve is a respectable peal.
So Jesus became Jesus Christ,
By his own work and thought,
And to know this is to have
Knowledge of history taught.
This historical Jesus makes most sense,
Navigates literature’s demands,
Gives interpretation its true space,
And issues no religious commands.
Understanding the Jesus meme,
Depends on reading about the child,
Accepting his parents circumstances,
Forming the context of the ancient world.
Categories:
predictive, child, christmas, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Jung coined the term ‘synchronicity’,
Never really thought it applied to me.
Somebody crazy, maybe? Not me!
Coincidence they’ll have you believe.
Each segment is a memory
Brought through the veil by synchronicity.
Disparate pieces woven in this tapestry
To summon forth my destiny.
There was this time I spent in the navy
When an old mariner with hands like bark
Took me to the planks of the Victory.
While the blue moon watched, Horatio talked
And we sang with the angels to be free.
How did I remember? How could I have known?
Two fore-guns brought the flagship down.
The sniper flash, the Admiral’s gone!
Wrapped in secret song,
The synchronicity song.
Cosby and a cosmic message, 200 miles per hour,
Over carpet under couch vinyl would appear,
Proof of my predictive powers
In the story told just minutes before
And we sang astronomically!
The number two revealed the past,
Natal chart already cast,
A voyageur to life, at last,
I sang a French River song,
The synchronicity song.
Eighteenth century New France,
Two young lovers in the throes of romance
Separated by the Montreal fire
Never consummated their burning desire.
Three hundred years later, two souls found,
Lives all twisted, love turned around,
Four people caught by destiny
The signs were all clear in astrology
All hearts witness tragedy
To sing the saddest songs,
This synchronicity song.
Categories:
predictive, destiny, mystery, visionary,
Form:
Rhyme
Perhaps
Rewards
Evade
Ditsy
Idiots
Cause
They
Inadvertently
Voice
Errors
Try
Envelopes
Xchanging
Texts.
I hate it.
Categories:
predictive, how i feel, technology,
Form:
Acrostic
Sitting at brackish-brown water's edge
Hands, blue-veined, sore to the bone
Strong searching fingers through muddied sand dredge
Seeking Early Man's sharpened stones
Breeze soft with whistles of melodious song
Waves lapping rhythm to Earth's heartbeats
Strong searching fingers through muddied sand long
To feel that ancient, sharpened strength
Floating on jasper and obsidian dreams
My mind re-creates this place long ago
Strong searching fingers, through muddied sand glean
To reap Early Man's sharpened stow
A stone sharpened to pierce, take down
A spirit meant to feed, make warm, to survive
Strong searching fingers, through muddied sand drill
For the need to know him; sharp and alive
Sitting at brackish-brown water's edge
Hands all shriveled, sensitive, clean
Strong searching fingers, through muddied sand, slide
Touch, then know perfectly sharpened means
To feel with strong tanned fingers, this
To hold though none have held before
Since one who sent this lance to kiss,
Ask forgivness and become his store
Such a moment is addictive
Such a moment is quite rare
What a victory to have been predictive
I pray he knows, I know he was here
Categories:
predictive, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
MALEDICTION
Evil in nature
Evil in influence
And evil in effect.
Becoming necessary
Baleful beast – filled full of ill-will
Greed seeps through the pours and infects
I – incarnated nemesis
Your Created adversary
Invented rivalry
An enmity prognosis
A new language my malaise reflects
Malign plots
Predetermined death
Predictive obituary
A murderous grift.
My corrupted destiny
Rank!
Like a malodorous crotch
Your sadistic future
Now a painful present
Hatefully happening.
Concurrently.
Rot,
The end,
April 19th 2015
By Joel R Thornton
Categories:
predictive, anger, dark, evil, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
No I can't fight
Even if I did with all my might
I wouldn't want to let go
Of the love we share that no one knows
Your touch is addictive
Your kisses predictive
For when I look at your lips
A beat my heart skips
And your eyes
Make me release a long sigh
As you touch and caress
My body you agress
I'm more than satisfied
My heart you've sanctified
As I release a breathless "wow"
You whisper "We're on fire now"
Categories:
predictive, passion, romanceheart, heart,
Form:
Rhyme