Forebodings Poems - Poems about Forebodings

...Like late eve of a slowly dying year, Yellowing leaves await when falling down, Soon to get trodden when dried to dull brown, A few still hanging on, life lived in fear, I too, on late life's......

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...Scintilla experienced an eerie foreboding the house at 125 Klondike Street felt unsafe she sensed that it had brought doom to occupants she was shaking her head no when her husband said “we’ll tak......

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...In the vast mirror, a portal to unknown realms, I find myself, a bent shadow, like a dog weary from the road, Seeking its refuge in an unseen harbor, A wandering ship in storms of dreams and memor......

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...Can you feel the tendrils falling? Autumnal threads only visible to the sensory sight of the soul a receptivity and prenotion that sweeps over you ever so lightly. Then, even though the sun is......

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...Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem I (analogous to a rolling stone) confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera semblance of rea......

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...Hiding under her blankets The darker the better ....presses her button to drop the blinds The darker the better. The only light comes from the flicker of the horror movie Where the hellovision......

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...Grim reaper scion donned as nodule on lung... Lodged squarely upon corporeal property (i.e. necessary soft tissue) of Amelie Beth Harris-McGeehan mine eldest sister, when medical technician in......

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... It's hard to be humorous when I want to shed tears. Worse, hard to read poems or comments that hum with fear. Fear, warnings, 'stay safe,' all drive me bats. I want to hide ......

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...Future Prospects Is it possible at once to defeat and be overcome by the disease? Such extravagant forebodings dwindle in the fear of moment, like a great visitation of the past that dwarfed ......

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...I winged with the doves in my unbounded boyhood. Those rainbows and the contrails still stay in the soul. I sweated several times but that never lost me sleep. Now anxieties sprout in the ......

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...I'm disillusioned of this modern world This quantum, promise-palter singularity most days leaves me hollow like empty Technology Picture an old colour tv- tubeless workless- abandoned on an urb......

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...Part 17 a kitchen drawer filled with throwaway lines taped across the raw spots itching festering inquiries eh inspector asking the unavoidable if we know how we got here there's a better cha......

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...I am empty in my own shadow Arid space lifeless and dull, brown fog trickles down the penumbra Of my mind, pendulum moves. Shadow and skeleton fill up My cupboard-stacked memories Igniting vo......

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...My Grandmother’s Kaleidoscope The stones and the planks of her heart resonate with the pick-axes and the hammers. My grandma’s mansion loses its head, arms and trunk. His hidden life i......

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...Cheru’s the allergic emperor among the trees on the earth. Its dark violet nuts are rich source of itching energy. Though a single drop of sap – a hypocritical white in hue – could create a......

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