Foretold Poems - Poems about Foretold

And now, finally, the curtain is falling on Palestine and there will be no Palestinians left to set free, erased from history. March of history at its cruelest, a grand tragedy foretold, by the misprints of victims on history's canvas, painting white on grey, to the point of oblivion. If history was pregnant with an alternative, we may...

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*** In the Dream Foretold *** A Devotion Series Poem I am getting over paralysis from nerves twisted along my spine. The agonies are passing, but not gone, so I am standing, leaning over the kitchen sink; with great effort I lean, wrapped in old towels while Jim works to dye the gray out of my hair....

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and suddenly darkness crept up with an eerie november sky ~ a sign of things to come AP: Honorable Mention 2022 Posted on November 4, 2022...

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***** This New Year has been foretold. Your future is at hand. ...

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Irigidi in Ondo State of Nigeria You are by no means the least Of the leading towns in the country For out of your stock came forth a prophet In the mold of Elijah and Elisha His coming was foretold By God’s General of old Rev. A.A Allen That a mighty prophet of God In the description of prophet Tb Joshua Would walk out...

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Blackened universe sprinkled with centuries alight in resplendent diamonds veiled celestial archway dancing against the velvet darkness an endless sea of origination a luminous heaven vast in unknown desires deep exhalation in the abyss skies blanketed in wisdom arrested beauty in light I intone, in reverence...

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she gazed i forgot to shave into my hairy ball's she said i see i see it's fuzzy and blurred something lovingly unheard almost absurd rasp berry pancakes with a honey a sweet syruppy thing...

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Were these dreams foretold, or Happenstance These dulcet Whispers of prophesy From bereft desert to Dank green soil of rebirth With you; only a Daub of dust as reminder That I ever doubted the path to us, the Folly of Remorse for yesteryear's Wafting redolence Perchance, the reign of rash impulses In the limit of foresight, were the Flutters Of emerging wings, lifting...

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CULLODEN FORETOLD A man he once said ta'e me, You'll lay on heather, your gut will bleed. Near Inverness you should na'e be, Your end is there upon thee. I paid no heed, jumped to my feet, Charged through the Highlands, sword in sheath. Loyalty to the Stuarts was my belief, and to the end that will be. The charge has stalled, and is...

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I saw you in a dream foretold one winters night in the cold. You became and image in part of and old man's broken heart. The dream begins every night I close my eyes, it takes flight. As I awake to dawns new day I find my soul was taken away. Love is for the young and old it can't be brought or even...

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A woman who knows her heart met a man who knows his guard She was eager, burning, Almost fervid He was hesitant, cautious, Almost pallid She took a step towards He took ten back Her lens was pink His lens was black She wanted to hold on He decided to discard A woman who knows her heart...

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Foretold? Angels? When you have sex, and you really love the other, You know sometimes if you’ve fertilised and conceived, And Mary and Joseph’s love must’ve been strong, As marriage was the portal demanded and perceived. So Mary hallucinated after some months and knew, She was pregnant as an angel to her appeared, When fear overtook her...

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How are those that hate, like those who love, when love is just a gate to the other hates, that we feel arn't rough enough to steal our souls. How are those that care, like a ferry to a despair, that we have always feared from those never there, yet care is enough to sooth our bones. How is life so fleeting, yet always meaning, too soon to...

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the madman stands with clutching hands and shakes Eliot’s geranium what you hold has been foretold but he just stared distantly at the void and a vacuous comment slipped like mist over the trees, the height of conversation - such a vacuous nation – fools, cads and in moral poverty what does the future hold? or does it just shake the geranium? what have you been told of days of...

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A THRESHOLD FORETOLD I but strolled over my unadorned threshold And what, of all things, did mine eyes behold Begged I let not this be she The she I was meant to meet yet hoped she not be the she I prayed she would not turn out to be And then she sighed to speak to me And spoke my name...

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