Prophecy Poems - Poems about Prophecy

I read book dedications and cry. Nostalgia burns worse than the words you used to speak. I've been the problem child since —well, ever. A self-fulfilling prophecy. Isn't it ironic, my diamond dame? You brought me into this world pink and smooth and wailing— or so I’ve heard. Some nights, I wonder: Did the chicken come first, or the egg? Did you hate me before you made me? ...

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The question hung, a silent weight, "Is God a truth, or sealed by fate?" A whispered doubt, a searching gaze, Lost in life's intricate maze. Then came a shift, a jarring sound, As unseen forces spun around. An election's tide, a nation's sway, And words that echoed, day by day. A voice arose, with fervent claim, Foretelling outcomes, like a burning flame. Events unfolded, stark...

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Ominous thunder, prophecy or merely a warning? God’s hands clap loudly, oak tree or transformer must have been hit. Portentous night has turned still and bleak, silence as a warning Menacing clouds are moving ridiculously fast toward the east This is an evening for witches, gremlins, warlocks and bats I expect to see brooms in the sky; I feel threatened The...

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Q Is AI really in charge, right now, of both ruling over and controlling this present 21st century's world's and system with the permission of the global elites and their current affiliate's. The governments of the world for example? A Yes Q: ...

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The Unmoored Ship I waltz through the ship, Yet not dancing like the eerie drizzle in my mind, While footprints dissolve into the quiet embrace of the deck. The laborers pace back and forth, Hauling their burdens— Just like me, struggling to steady my steps, Misaligned with my thoughts. I beg the tranquil wind Not to whisper my prophecy to the sky, But the sky...

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With inscrutable imprecision and ominousness The night faded into a Dracula’s delicious twilight Blood moon promised never materialized Soothsayers recognized the beginning of a prophecy They dared not discuss it, even among themselves Enemies lurk in trees, shadows ditches and shallow pools During a twilight like this, it is best to cease magic The witches were silent, lamenting in lonely corners...

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Line of inquiry: “feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~ we attained God consciousness unblinking” Open onyx thoughts like a chalkboard Ready to be written on by the Lord Use me as rice paper to communicate Tell me how to behave and what to say Your Holy love guides despite my sin Red blood is the ink for Prophet’s pen Let...

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God is Light, no darkness in Him at all. Formed of clay, mankind molded by His hand. It seemed in flesh all men would take the fall, We, formed in light before this age began. Three in one, the Father, Spirit, and Son, and one must die to save all, pay the price. With the first two...

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Gaia in white flame burns Yaldabaoth himself spurns A second cycle turns The Golden Age returns The first-begotten son Comes down from heaven’s sun Barbelo, Armoured Queen Look gently at this scene Of Christ’s birth long foreseen In this iron machine Hearts of iron will melt Hearts of gold will be felt Hearts, gold and meek Will rule from the word’s peak Valis will rule and speak With the lute...

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His Prophecy I know I don’t know how to read the sky but intuition tells me what comes true. A centaur said the stars don’t often lie, though it is known men and beasts often do. You wrote the character, and thence he came, The chosen one, the strong man of your dreams; It’s your turn now! Thus, two have lit a...

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Humans are not like us They are very hard to teach We show them what we can If it's within our reach Some are quite cruel to us They haven't yet evolved If they could communicate The problem would be solved They seem a trifle dimwitted Their language is complex We learn what we can from them But they don't pass the test They don't seem to...

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Branch made the ax head float Restored to use, so take note Elisha's branch points to Him Branch, the metonymic prelim A limb grew out of Jesse's root Beginning as a tender shoot The shepherd boy became a king An Ideal Savior - his offspring David's line in disarray Branch is born Christmas Day The Davidic promise found in Him To save His people from their...

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There in the beauty of eclipsing eyes Heavy with joy’s tears of sacrifice Misery’s mahogany merrily replaced By vindication violets blooming Despite obvious peach pain For each hand a silver nail Each repent loosens Each sin justifies jail and hammer Stammering shame of humanity All for vanity and “justice” But joy comes in the morning They strung him high Whipped his hyde Pierced his side While...

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It wasn’t by your hand, no fault of yours, And yet it happened as it was foretold. You learned to hate, and fate’s wide open doors For you, were for a hidden secret sold. It’s not the evil there that you despise, But good in me you’ll never understand. You never feared the secret, or the lies, But living truth that...

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You were good to me, and I to you, And all that was foretold has now come true. Though what we had has now come to its end, We had it all, or so the prophets said. I could not have known that this would be An end so similar to her and me, Or that instead of getting hurt...

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