Prophecy Poems - Poems about Prophecy

To the Poet I Know

They say your words are forged in flame,
in halls where angels speak your name;
From vaults of time, from storm and night,
you cull the shadows, summon light.

You walk through fire and make it sing,
you crown the humble, make a king;
Your word bends law, yet keeps its grace,
a prophet’s truth in mortal place.

The sea will part, the

Self fulfilling 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?

WHEN PROPHECY SPOKE

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

Prophecy or Warning

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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The Unmoored Ship

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

Beginning of a Prophecy

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

Mind of the Heart

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

The First Prophecy

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

Prophecy of the Golden Child

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

His Prophecy

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

Man's Best Friend, Really?

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

Branch

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

Kingdom Come

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

Fate and Prophecy

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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