Fortune Teller Poems - Poems about Fortune Teller

We had a prophet in our trailer court His sign said “the Amazing, Seer, Mort” He told fortunes all day long Some predictions were decidedly strong A few naysayers tried to chase him away But the rest of us mobbed up and insisted he stay I will be a queen in my next reincarnated life The woebegone neighbor will soon be rid...

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There are deep creases in palm of the harried hag’s hand Her wizen face is wrinkled, freckled, there is a brown spot on her cheek. She has a surreal expression; her voice is gravelly and ethereal. her tent seems mystical, with embroidered crushed velvet table cloth taro cards are next to her left hand, she lifts a palm over...

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You wanna know sumpin sumpin?! In the garden of life's relentless seasons, ...

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"Go ahead, make yourself comfortable, contemplate, whisper secrets to momma moon, let me read you and we will phase out this bad ...

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I wander in a trackless desert Eyes squinting, scanning the desert horizon Parched land, and so does my heart seem Oh where could I find an oasis to cool my feet Desert storms blow, I close my eyes Some shadow approaching me What is it, my love gone by? The wind whistles, nay it is a fortune teller Her wrinkled face smiles, hands...

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She grabbed my hand and turned it palm up Stated the obvious and read leaves from a cup A sigh came from her heavy breast I thought I’d offer her a test. I was married, I began, to a woman, not a man An eyebrow raised as she formed a quick plan You’ll marry again, written in your palm I wasn’t excited,...

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He was dressed like a circus clown for his grandma made him. He thought it made him look silly, thoughtless and dim. She was dressed as a fortune teller full of liveliness vigor and vim. She told him his fortune and knew she would grow up and marry him....

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She distributes the wands and the cups. Her client taps a card, choosing it. The death card comes up. The client gasps. She takes her hand and begins to explain. She has Bambi brown eyes, and a kind soul. The client settles down, wanting to believe in her explanation, in the cards, in a happily ever after. She is not merely a...

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Unfold, now behold The truth of how all answers Are hidden within Every folded, small facet; Every fibre part of you....

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The aged fortune-teller sits behind a large round table which is decorated with old lace-trimmed scarves, sequined tassels, and shiny gold-colored coin trim. She tells me to cross her palm with silver, meaning she waits to be paid for her services. After I place my money in her wrinkled palm, she adjusts herself...

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The fortune teller foretold Of heartache and cold Like the fates of old She said she knew things untold But my future Is in my hands alone So I paid her fee And went on my way I bid her farewell Me and Santiago...

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The fortune teller of life Tells a complicated story One never knows it’s glory Some rich and some poor Traveling though time One day, month or year All seeing the same differently The poor see the rich and, The rich see the poor Yet, through their eyes They are both the same One travels in comfort The other travels to survive Both facing the same outcome Blending them together In...

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I don't exactly know the how or why I can't even explain it But i have or was given a gift I am a fortune teller / medium I can read card's Decipher tea leaves Predict and tell the future And converse with the dead Wow can you talk to god as well ? Or are you in fact rather a fraudulent snake oil...

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Seek fortune teller asap (haint no fable) Best nondescript literate jinxed humble dug good feller ya e'er seen amenable, a non biased opinion - of course I mean mine mein yours truly gets no lucky strike breaks particularly never ending surprising automotive repairs, thus in sore need of green i.e. legal tender concerning Hyundai Sonata two thousand and nine admirable craftsmanship e'en though urgent message freon me and...

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Once I was walking down the street When a gypsy stepped out to say, "Read your future for a dollar?" Back then, for me, an hours pay! Old and wrinkled was this woman With a ragged and worn floral dress With hands bent quite like vulture claws She offered, "This way and I'll impress!" I pulled a dime from my pocket I said, "That's...

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