Best Premonition Poems
Where a rustic bridge once crossed from my hometown in Iowa
over to Illinois,
I used to go and play at a spot
where children’s feet ran helter skelter through sand.
It was long, so long ago.
In summer’s dusk, I held on to one of the park’s swings.
With feet pumping, I lifted into the air;
it was as if I almost flew above the water.
The Mississippi River had become a long grey ribbon
beneath the darkening sky.
What strange gloom flowed over me
while all of those around me were so happy?
I sit here in this park fifty-some years later,
and it dawns on me -
My childhood foreboding was a premonition
of the very way I’m feeling
right here and now.
for Mark Toney's
2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 27 Poetry Contest
Fog lifts from headstone
Reveals your name, birth and death
Time nears mend your ways
Embattled clusters
black nights in frightened panic
shuddering in fear
MONITOR'S PREMONITION
Your heart is the size
Of your fist
Is it a hearsay?
A tell tale
A belief-
He is booked
Tentacles arrested him
With vacuum locks.
Lying pale in blue open coat
Chest, right and left
Ankles, wrists and abdomen.
Lines on screen dances
With eerie steps
Primitive dance of aborigines.
Is he sleeping
A dreamless sleep,
Lustreless, but final
Dripping capsules locked.
Succession of births
Immanent sense of sin
Of births previous
Last step to transmigration
A drop of blood
Libation and flood.
Graphic lines weary
Ending up
Straight line to infinity.
A muffled cough
Chocked
Bladders pumping, shocks
A tornado, frightened silence
Hush-hush-
Tentacles withdrawn,
Mummified in sleeping bag
Alarms, sirens
Traveller to Zion
A long ride, the last.
With icy hands laid
On prey
LCD is switched off.
Don't leave your woman's intuition on a burner in the kitchen. If you have a premonition don't regard it with suspicion. A helpful tool for those that see, this natural gift of e.s.p.
dark skies
muscles ache
rain coming
a heart ache i felt
before the start of the day
a premonition i felt
what is it, i could not say
turns out it came true
turns out almost everything went wrong.
my results turned upside down
all my best reputations are gone
my chance to earn some money is not allowed
it was not a chance for me to earn
because i did nothing in the end
because every blessing will go away with a burn
it is sad that the premonition was confusing
it was sad that i could not see what it was supposed to be
it was too bad that the reality happened unexpectedly
until it happened, the event is what i will see
the premonition was unexpected,
i was only able to feel
Amidst the storm, dark ravens fly,
Foreshadowing that someone will die,
Caw-caw they croak, watching us o'er,
It's us against them, and then no more.
05/01/19
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Most times I look at life through a positive lens, yet every now and again,
evil emerges where I sense its dark forces impose their oppressive
demands in the midst of calm...
***I FIRMLY STAND BESIDE THE UKRAINIAN PEOPLE!***
Premonition
Yesterday, the future gave humanity the key
Today, inequities threaten the human destiny
Tomorrow, the past foresaw inhumane agony
Penned: 01/10/2018
12:37 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
The reaper stops by
Knowing my fate
Knowing the end
Out of the corner of my eye
I spot him
I know what’s to come
I feel a wave of terror wash over
It can’t be my time
My time to die
He touches my shoulder
And I feel it
The cold taking over
A sudden vision
I see it
All of it
My life
It’s flashing
Yes, right before my darkening eyes
Then I see it
What had happened.
My death stares back at me
The mirror
It shows my life
It shows my death
I awaken
Drenched in sweat
Relieved it was only a dream
A dream?
A premonition?
What was to happen next?
Throw around legs
Throwaway hair
Biting her tongue
Tapping the chair
Dinnertime psychology
Filling her frayed mind
Undigested memories
Too bitter to be confined
Eighteen years
Blurred as if one
Opaque footsteps
Of a misbegotten son
“Dessert, mom?”
“No thanks, dear.”
Her plate is empty
Her conscience clear
"My Dearest Mom and Dad", his poignant letter began.
"I need to write this letter to you now while I can.
Tonight I'm scheduled to go out on a perilous patrol;
In a few minutes I must report for the calling of the roll."
"Thank you, Mom and Dad, for the sacrifices you have made,
Teaching me the moral principles from which I have not strayed.
Should fate determine that I'm to be called home to God above,
Be consoled with His promise that we'll be reunited in His love."
"I love you, Mom and Dad, more than you'll ever know.
Please tell brother and little sister that I love them so.
Give my old faithful Shep a big hug for me as well,
And tell my friends and neighbors I wish them a fond farewell."
"I'm proud to wear this uniform, I feel it my solemn obligation,
To protect the freedoms we enjoy in this our beloved nation.
Please do not pine nor grieve for me when I am gone,
But know that your son died bravely seeing his duty done."
Alas, the door was answered and there stood men in uniform,
Burdened with the dreaded news for parents they were to inform,
Telling them that their gallant son gave his all on the field of strife,
To be honored by a grateful nation for upholding our way of life!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
She saw the crimson walls;
felt the apprehension and fear;
heard the screams without physical ears.
They were not familiar to her so,
she could not have warned them.
She had no idea where the house was so,
she could not have sent the police to help them.
The bloody memory left ghosts hovering
in her psyche for weeks;
knowledge of the slaughter, fed hungry nightmares;
as she prayed that she was wrong.
Whom and where remained elusive;
if only she knew; lives could be saved.
Premonitions repeat in dreams;
torturing the dreaming mind with,
precognitive news is bad enough, as it is; without the waiting and anticipation of hearing what one already knows.
When the house appeared on the nightly news;
the anchor told about the blood-spattered walls
on both floors.
Green nausea overcame her.
She agonized for a year;
rarely seeing or reading the news;
realizing that she might’ve prevented it.
Oh God, if only she’d known whom, when and where.
Precognition never specifies the details;
only the horrors yet to come.
Dark shadows stalk the imaginary paths of my brain
Mirroring conscience reflects the torpor of my anguished soul
Black clouds hover in every dark corner of my jaded psche
Raining doubt and fear on the canvas of my jaundiced mind
Brackish tears of penance but soil the pores of my fever-soaked face
Flowing into a convoluted whirlpool of shame that constantly recycles my depraved actions
Emptying into the recesses of my vacuous inner being
Stagnating pools of opprobrium surround my bleached heart
Nauseous fumes of pride from my murky depths smother all good intentions
Stranding my drowning soul in the quicksand of intemperance and overindulgence
Soiling, sin stains bleach the fabric of my inner being
Serrated path is dotted with my continual missteps
Shady thoughts shudder my raven mind
Salty, brackish inclinations evaporate into my sane senses
Silty apparitions clutter then corrode my night visions
Sultry, lucid desires are embedded in my dark imagination
Seductive thoughts race through my coarsening intellect
Shifting eyes refract the availing light
Sordid deeds exponentially multiply my misery
Searing indiscretions bracket my dampening conscience
Shrouding gloom eclipses my vexed heart
Soaring guilt pulsates through my jaded psche
Shallow cares flood then drown my resolve
Satiating peace flees from my corrupt estate
Shielding grace is obfuscated by my compounding feelings of inadequacy
Spawning mercy is blighted by my wicked, cankerous condition
Sanctifying balm rubs raw my callous, iniquitous sores