Short Foreseen Poems
Short Foreseen Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Foreseen by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Foreseen by length and keyword.
for tunes
forgotten...
foresights
forecast...
forces foreseen
for aging
forever...
foraging...
for tunes
stan sand
Who's the you? Who's the me?
Who's the who, who is foreseen?
Who's who, who perceives the dream?
Who's the me, who's the you?
Who is who, who brews the coup?
Let's dance for the dead,
In beautiful nightmares,
And together we create the most eccentric tragic story,
No one has foreseen,
Will you be my Vampire?
Came Her By That Tree
I began the scene
as an in-between,
my ally bore mien,
the end is foreseen,
red delicious sheen
with one bite ousts queen.
2021 March 26
Sledding times past
Linger into view
An adaptation,
A graduation,
Newness of goals foreseen,
"Two day old moon,
Tell of a journey's end,
Listen also if you May
I'll tell of odious ramblings..."
The sun has shifted, it's now on my screen
Must close the curtains, who could have foreseen
But whatever sol wants
I'll join in his dance
'Cause sun makes me happy, without venting my spleen
Hope hankering emissive forlorn wishes
Obvious foreseen conjecture
Presume presupposed wanton
Expectation propose forecast longing
10/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
My body is the sacred ground
You laid your soul to rest
An immensely painful stone
I've hidden within my breast
The land a beautiful Garden
That you could only dream
But the soil much too dry
To grow the life you had foreseen
A shocking September dawn
Loss foreseen
Imagination, running riot!!
A pain realized
Heard by all
The reflection of red runs deep
Through my veins
Red forever
Pouring agony; defeit
This day, this September dawn
Her beauty fades....
Life,
surgical line that sutures
the wounds of life.
Sewing thread of
all lives...
Silver cord
that binds the bodies
and souls, with the same
perspective
that brought us
and load us to novel foreseen
whereabouts
in time to come.... !
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Serenity is to know what's right'
Eyes that peer in, beyond what's seen'
Nurturing our feelings with no regrets contrite.
Sensing the world, with consciously culled delight.
Exploring touch, smell, taste in ways foreseen.
‘Tis often the flesh upon each cheek
is chased dour, yet sultry memories
As the years aged much of nothing
Had haunted these bones
unknown, unsuspected
Hollow screams were published
By the bedsteads of the red holocaust
Clouds laced with fear
Foreseen ‘twas a fiasco
"MABAS"
Meant to create famine & war> prophecies of
Armageddon caused by this plague called man.
Deemed, foreseen as the
Anti-Christ< in death, becomes a martyr.
Said to jump start World War three...
[mabas--------sadam]
Jared Pickett
11/17/09
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Above are flash lights,
They surround the universe,
Shine it all day and days,
And make it brighter than bright,
In all corners, they tread,
Joy of lost restored then...
Journey of success foreseen,
Miracles no longer surprise!
Though time in the realm of hope.
Swerving into a foreseen disaster?
This world seems to be moving faster.
Can't remember to forget to worry...
Time isn't slowing, so we seem to hurry.
Feeling crazy and confused,
While they all seem to be amused.
Should we try or walk away?
From all the words we want to say.
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Believe the color of your dreams.
See life as is, not what it seems.
Love is all, love is everyone!
There's meaning there, in all you've done
In the showing, in the sowing,
In the being, in the knowing.
What comes tomorrow never knows,
what is foreseen when two eyes close.
Once I have faith within,
I can see that is what unseen;
It leads me to the desired goals,
Happily to the happiest soul.
What helps me to become a confident,
It breaks the fright when I am frightened;
Keep faith that can't be always seen
No matters what comes and goes foreseen.
I had a great friend
growing roses her passion
one favorite bloom
deep yellow, its fragrance sweet-
growing by her sheltered seat
a fragile woman
joyful like her rose petals
her last breath foreseen
Near her headstone they planted
her yellow rose "Enchanted"...
4/10/13
The raven's eye turned to dust
Foreseen sight remained in lust
Wings now broken beyond repair
He's now destined for despair
The flock is mocking his new found shame
He knows not that he's to blame
Cursing the night that took his sight
While walking towards the healing light
R.K.H
I didn’t dream you into existence,
I didn’t dream you into my life,
I didn’t dream you’d ever love me,
I didn’t dream you’d become my wife.
For sometimes things can’t be envisaged,
Sometimes things can’t be foreseen,
For my dream hasn’t become my reality,
My reality has become my dream ...
The access to our dwelling
cascade
Love and...
leftovers
of a ray of light
and blackness...
dubious sentiment
evermore
toward and aside
from each other...
a double face within a frolic
in fearless truths
hatched from the
cust of the heart
foreseen
Written: September 30, 2022
at the glossed rainbow
sky and grass held varied hues
bright days were foreseen
vast mood umbrella
nature's smile turned upside down
in green ecstasy
from the stained rainbow
I saw teal world was changing
and pink flowers smiled
in gold altered mists
I found my happy outlook
sizzling saffron sun
His mother was extremely keen
He should marry a pretty colleen
But Harry met Larry
And they did not tarry
Their marriage it was not foreseen!
His girlfriend he was due to marry
But secretly Harry wed Larry
His mother went mad
And so did his dad
It’s a burden they have to carry
01/03/18
Character is the breath of fresh air,
the gentle insistence of places left behind,
the test itself taken solo, without study aids or observers,
just you—bare and unseen.
It is the weight pulling down the earth,
unmoved by winds or whims,
an invisible force that supports all,
severe and longstanding, without foreseen witness.
In the dusk of night,
My heart that yearns for joy and light,
In the hope of my Prince Charming, my Knight.
Twilight’s foreseen,
The unknown heartbreaks my heart has seen,
In the hope of true love, one of a kind and never been.
Has there been any better joy,
Than having your last bit go wry,
Yet all alone with no room to cry