Portent Poems - Poems about Portent

The lush green moss that clothed rocks and collared the base of trees has begun to turn a sickly gray and peel away into powdery clumps. Nearby, the contents of an old pot half filled with water that had harbored a menagerie of life all winter has been distilled to dust. Roots now rummage deeper for water and where gulps fed...

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If we could look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, we would arrange our affairs defiantly in the face of current opposition. If a thought should geminate and flourish in the barren soil of the status quo, it would likely be by sheer providence that ideas would come to fruition. Our dreams, our...

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Suddenly bird-songs stop as birds go to roost~ on the horizon storm clouds gather....

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Whisper to me I can't hear you when you scream rescue me engulfed in that scream. Whisper to me like the portent of the Omnipotent upon the still small breeze calms the chaos, quells the cacophony gently surrenders the ear. Saving whisper, attune my ear to truth. Giving whisper, poise my mind for beauty. Merciful whisper, dispose my soul to goodness. Because a whisper, oh, a whisper! Anything...

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Beware the Ides of March when sudden blizzards pass sowing deadly devastation. With harsh intense relentless brutal force they charge, unforgiving… in their wake tears frozen. ------------------------------- A Butterfly Cinquain Contest Sponsored by Jenish Somadas © 2nd May, 2020...

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Bright day sets, burns my sorrow, Strewn stars to dust the morrow ... Trailing diamonds 'cross the skies - ...

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Resolve transforms hope from desire to conviction, Empowering wish from glimer, glint, to spellbound potential - potent portent....

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This morning dawned With drab, dismal dread Portending debouchment Of unearthly evil: Yes, fear haunts the air, So heed me—doom nears! Oh, witchcraft and spirits Shall sully our night....

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These days I cling to my memory of today and to the sights in front of my eyes. I hold the cause and effect together with a tight grip, frightened that they may separate. I know the feeling of drop-outs in the things of every day, gaps it takes me too long to fill....

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Oh glorious wonder the unconfined human dreamer, painting on the canvass of light The passion of night resurges at daybreak dance Ink wells from lovers golden petals gravity all nonsense...

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