Prophetic Poems - Poems about Prophetic

Pink fluff ball in the sky Evergreens lean in for a closer look Songbirds begin circling the puff ball A mystical night signifying world changes...

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End of Days My grandfather foretold ...

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‘We played wedding songs, and you didn’t dance, so we played funeral songs, and you didn’t weep’ Luke 7:32b Scribes and Pharisees, lean in. They lean away, their fingertips at play, nimble, with no paper cut. The pipers toot out a jig and they scowl; then a dirge and they skirt. Skittish of prophetic noise, they amble for their toys and go on walkabouts to gather...

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Custodians of ancient wisdom Omens on wings of white Symbols of transformation Graceful watchers in flight Harboring all the secrets the creative and destruction Protectors of the buffalo Warning of the hunters Beauty in white feathers Mutation of genetics Messengers of Apollo Hauntingly prophetic It's said that when you see one "We'll know humanity as a whole is shifting towards one of peace" The white Raven Mother Earths Soul. ...

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Prophetic Dreams David J Walker I won’t be back But I‘ll never leave Leaving means 9 Different things 3 are true And 2 are too And 4 are more Than it seems I won’t be back In visible form In the spectrums Sensual streams The waters are clear And the end is near And the rest is measured In reams I won’t be...

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In the Tale of Marah Abbadon Whose bitter spirit is long gone, Her mother was a jaded Jezebel, Who cast out Marah wishing her in Hell. In life she wandered bare terrane Plagued by pestilence and murrain. She dwelt in caves and holes in the ground, The warmest homes she ever found. Nothing ever relieved her woes, Through desert heat and mountain snows. Her lonesome...

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if a tree should fall and there is no one to hear it not even the merest susurrus for a poet to capture the moment the encomium will cease with each slight each rejection of the light and acknowledgement withheld the all encompassing existence of all called into question the glacier crevasses gape to engulf the...

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Dead by Morning II (Dead by Morning, 3/13/20 explained what will happen. This is the followup.) I’m no prophet… I just pay attention… so cough it… What say you? Ah choo? Who? The masks didn't, the way they say, work, smirk. Excuse you? Proven. The...

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FLICK PROPHETIC FINGER Knocking hard on a massive ancient gate, Step out of a gaunt, granite building, Leave behind its austere contents, With wood-panelled box-seats, Pinching sardine-tight orthodoxy's rumps, Say farewell to enforced isolation, Corralled within a pulpit-facing pew, Flick prophetic finger At sanctimonious conformity, As I cross the widening threshold Into a welcome world of Confusing discovery. Give place in me to an...

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I woke up today and gave my life a reflection The problem, the sorrows The failure that follows Each day feeling my hopes are empty Feeling ashamed and guilty When I see my results crumpled and dirty My grades never had A's Like it had been immune with some kind of anti-retroviral vaccine My life as a student...

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I build an imagination from your love, sweetheart Maybe two days from today I'll be in for a sick bay Struggling to get my breath sustain me at least a day, To see you again. Just maybe an hour to that last breath You will disown me with a rapturous vivace And see me as a side voice Never to hold...

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It can never be This heart's fallacy; True love dawning's, truly Makes peaceable. Unless through this word Are touched by the Lord; Earth, as paradise, restored Makes believable....

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Tell me of things hidden under the dust of night. Tell me of hidden things under the dusk of light. Reveal tomorrow as a play acted upon today. Tell of the future as if you have played there today. Unveil the mysteries surrounding creation, Unravel wonders beyond my intuition. Lay bare Earth's oldest, darkest secrets, Awed with knowledge above written writs. The form...

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If in dreams prophets wield prophetic power, then prophetic power have I; for I dream of things to come, and of acts too extreme: the saint, the liar (in the cave's dark bower); the flying rug, the ivory-tower (that touches the sky like a spire,...

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. for public domain Saints know best from many saints past, you're only as welcome as your miracles last. So they quickly move on with their lives for the Lord, to live a good life when the rabble get bored. Miracles are much like a flash in the sky, but rain is more welcome when fields are dry. Ground that is fallow...

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