Best Psychic Poems

I’m visiting a brand new clairvoyant
if she’s good I’ll be her best client
She’s been recommended to me
though she charges a very high fee

I arrived promptly at a quarter to four
and rapped loudly on her front door
She opened the door wearing a scowl
and spat out these...

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I bought a ticket for the lottery,
then went to see a psychic, and she said,
“The leaves remaining in your cup of tea
show the greatest future I’ve yet read!

Your ticket for the lottery I see
you need to share with somebody whose aura
is gold! I see she’s...

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Burrowed deep,
within a physical structure,
a soul exists,
obscure;
locked behind an emotional gate,
desperately seeking the key of fate
that will unlock, releasing this spirit
from the ruins
of despair
onto a journey elsewhere,
soaring free of mental bondage
to that extraordinary place
known
as her own.


©Ana Espinola Collins...

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Spirit ascending beyond physicality
Stepping through the shadow of light
Bringing to the surface what fades with age

Step through the shadow
Open the third eye
Stare into the future
Stare at the mirror as you die...

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a tragedy strikes
biting my time,just waiting
they dont call me yet...

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Psychedelic music making me comfortably high
Lights flashing in the darkened, September sky
I’m feeling groovy as Visions of Johanna came on next
My IPod on loud as I tried so awkwardly to text
A message about an extraordinary, ancient tale
To my friend interested in every minuscule detail.

He knew...

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Flutters a crocodile gecko his thick-edged tail,
And licks his sticky lips with his twisted tongue; 
His eyes ablaze with fire, and in his abdomen, 
Rotten corpses stand erect like haunting tombs.

And now - withering thuds of heavy strides
Drown the boulder, the child’s hideout, 
And a...

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Between every sunset and sunrise
I offer my soul to the darkness inside.
My precious dreams the valuable prize
That the demons so scathingly deride.

In the darkness I search for a clue,
The key to this taunting maze.
Something borrowed, something blue
To lift this tired, worn out gaze.

I drown in...

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A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller” 
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply 
Joshing in case some cops are Soup dwellers...

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There’s a sign on the street for a Psychic
With a special – 5 bucks for a read
Of your palm or by using the Tarot;
It sounds like a bargain, indeed.

But I do not believe; I’m a cynic
And I think that if I changed my mind,
I would...

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Hashish smoke trails her 
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens 
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria 
of horror nudging 
the demonic
Sitters drenched 
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one 
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t...

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Thousands of baby turtles 
followed each other into the sea that day
Where a large turtle-eating dragon 
hid three feet under the surface, waiting.
She gulped them down in droves, 
enjoying their taste. For it was everything!
Sensitive Turtle had a bad feeling about following,
So she strayed north,...

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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...

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Year 1488
Daring to hide it in verses and score,
Mother Shipton predicted her scrolls would not be understood until years after her body’s release.
Read aloud by an educated nephew, almost five decades after they were protected by a family of peace.
She may have been burned at...

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The man on the moon knew he could get ruined, if he couldn’t get back to his cocoon. 
Was he maroon on the cocoon. Or just an illusion for a conclusion. 
It could’ve been all a delusion without a conclusion. Said the Man on the...

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