Short Forboding Poems
Short Forboding Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Forboding by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Forboding by length and keyword.
a look at your face
tells me
all is not well
a line between the eyes
a pulsing vein
dark shadows
tight mouth
far, far away
in thoughts and dreams
oh work it out come back to me
Categories:
forboding, husband
Form:
I do not know?
Autumn trees stand forboding
With their skeletal branches,
Silhouettes in pale moonlight,
Like witches fingers.
Written 1st October 2020.
For Writing Challenge - Dodoitsu - poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Constance La France.
Categories:
forboding, autumn, moon, tree,
Form:
Dodoitsu
Don't pity me in the mingle
of a sunshine smeared midnight
where my green-eyed egos
debate the potency
of my virtues and vices.
In the contrasting hue
between mute, fuzzy familars
and sharp, fural forboding
my sanity is safe
from assuming unnatural extremes.
Categories:
forboding, imagination
Form:
Free verse
My skies darken a forboding grey
When shadows overtake my day
A strong breeze carries dark gloom
To give the feeling of a pending doom
Lightning zig zags throughout the sky
Piercing heavy clouds so they can cry
Date written:9/1/2019
Writing Challenge 4, August 2019 - Six Lines
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
5th place
Categories:
forboding, dark, day, rain, storm,
Form:
Couplet
I dreamed once of a head of gold
that vastly filled the sky,
and there beneath, alone and cold,
the lonely figure I.
I dreamed once of a suffering sheep
for which all help was vain,
which neither brother death nor sleep
could rescue from its pain.
I dreamed once of a house forlorn
whose name I dare not say.
Those entering there of mother born
had seen the light of day.
Categories:
forboding, angst, dream, symbolism,
Form:
Imagism
Tornado alley is a place to visit if you must
go there with conscious caution
look out for nails of rust
The alley's fraught with winds that fiercly circle with no warning
Look left and right. Look out, that's right!
Who know's what'll be left in the morning
This place is quite forboding
Mother nature does her scorning
It's quite clear to me; staying clear is the key to surviving when it is pouring!
Categories:
forboding, life, natural disasters, people,
Form:
Personification
Stringed strained vibrations
alto hauntings of the heart
playing strumpet along the inner ear
responsive fingering that cries aloud;
intensified bravado rhythms
that reverberate the shoulders, chin and arm
sensuous, distinctive obligatos
resonant timbre both sensual and veiled austerity
weeping muted strings,
calling out remote interludes
wafting on the darkened winds
forboding escape bidding the heart
to forget its muffled lament
and play on.
Categories:
forboding, allusion,
Form:
Personification