Short Foretells Poems
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Dusting of snow on mountain
Foretells of winter's coming.
Bright sun paints a pretty sight,
~~ like sparkling diamonds.
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the fairies knowledge
foretells path of truthfulness
so arrive there with grace
October 20, 2018
Life is nothing but,
a series of spells.
With each new ingredient,
a new ending foretells.
If you have any luck,
you'll feel love,
you'll hear bells.
Then it will be a true love story,
a novel that sells.
I see you and you see me
from across the room;
sweet is the heat under your
unwavering gaze.
A small smile tugs at your lips
as your eyes light up;
I see fire that well foretells
sunshine exploding.
A richness of words
my legacy foretells
New questions to reason
old mysteries dispelled
No breaths taken lightly
or lines left undone
No memory forsaken
last verse—zero sum
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
I purposely avoid
all words to impress
No ‘genre’ or ‘penchant’
‘couture’ or ‘egress’
The meaning embodies
what each letter foretells
To be spoken forever
—beyond heaven or hell
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
We loved the movie
We enjoyed it…
It tells the truth about life
And it foretells it in advance…
With countries starting with an ‘A’:
Albania - Afganistan…
About Monica and Bill
And wars on terror just began…
And good new is:
It never ends!
emotional
forecast
foretells
cloudy skies
with no break
in sight
in layman's terms
there is going to
be a long stretch
of glum and doom
with no end in sight
for a great many moons
then the prophecy
speaks of a grand
emotional awakening
The Ocean is in a hurry
Her waves rush in and out
The Rain makes creatures scurry
Putting small animals to rout
The Wind is a trusted messenger
It foretells what's on the way
The Moon is a harbinger of daylight
Assuring us Sunshine's on the way
A voice in the darkness,
its timbre changes by light
What's pure and pristine at noon
oft foretells a dark and fearful night
The wise old owl will hoot
The wary wolf will howl
The mouse will squeak, the bear growl
Burglars in silence will prowl
dark clouds overhead
with heavy rain unending…
the sea is claiming all
dark in the morning
foretells the rainstorm coming….
sojourner take care
spring rains bring flowers
dark rains of winter bring floods….
downed lines and blackouts
For Dark Rain contest won 3rd
Biting through strings on girlish giggles
harrowing the echo of church bells;
Overpowering with sweetness
rolling in good times that tune foretells,
Magick you always want to join in,
tragic to know it’s a small circle;
Fabric that has been stitched together,
dramatic their chorus of chortle.
As a walker,
I like pavement
As a traveler,
open space
As a thinker,
I prefer logic
As a mystic,
only grace
A conflict sure,
all age foretells
My soul,
this state decries
The answer dearest
to the one
To the other
—always lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
A formidable tale...
Ravaged with pure insight,
unforeseen embellish warning,
Divine gift inherited...
Driven by antiquity...
forces unraveled...
the aforesaid...the yet unmentioned...
Dejavue...suspended...deluge familiar...
outpouring without denial...
silent surprise on the outer...
immersed in a sphere of wait...
controversial alignment...
Spectator foretells undulate.
The Light of Dusk
The light of dusk
Glows so slight
As the end of day
Turns to night
While greens get darker
And blues turn white
Silence foretells
The coming of night
Then shadows fade
And grass stands still
As rhythm of the day
Is reduced to nil
The trees stand in silence
Their branches held tight
And the crow calls out
This is the last flight
-Michael Crabb
Colorful ribbons adorn her hair,
Reds and golds, fluttering in the air.
You feel drawn toward her gypsy tent,
Summoned to a mystical event.
Time is enslaved in her crystal ball:
And as she calls the spirit of Baal,
Lightning flashes in her stormy eyes.
Bamboozling you, she sells sordid lies,
As superstition preys on your fears.
Little by little, hope disappears,
Listening, as she foretells of tears.
I spied a lass, prone in the grass
Who wore a laced gown of white
But as time passed, it didn't last
Cuz she soiled it every night
The men she knew, was quite a few
She could always make them smile
But in the end, lover or friend
Wouldn't walk her down the aisle
I declare, such a sad affair
No one chose to call her wife
No chapel bells, as fate foretells
Was a spinster all her life
The sounds of water:
a gentle gurgling
in the glades;
brooks babble.
The rains have awoken
the waterfalls.
All the little valleys sing.
Drops bounce
from rock to rock,
joyfully jumping
valleyward.
On the banks of the creek
witch hazel
foretells
the coming of spring.
2/18/2018
The sun foretells the future
The moon shadows the past
The clouds cover the promises
That were never meant to last.
Dreams provide escape
From the worlds bitter reality
Sane offers shelter
From everyone else's insanity.
The smiles build up hope
But the tears break it down
For every time you are happy
There's a time where you feel down.
I write these words in hope
That you all will understand
Separate there's a chance
But together there's a plan.
The calendar foretells summer
but the trees, fauna and I know
that Autumn is now upon us
in spite of the Gregorian.
Deciduous trees are shedding
their kaleidoscopic, colored
dead on the earthen ground below;
and decaying scents fill the air,
nostrils, the mind with reverie
of indelible yesteryears.
Squirrels burying recent finds,
cheerleading and football practice
Unmistakable, autumnal,
recurring signs of its presence.
Cali is a descendent of Babylonians
She practices necromancy
conjuring spirits of her ancestors
her rituals and spells are world-renown
bullies who misunderstand despise her
they fear her visions and insights
she often foretells what comes to be
This terrifies those who cannot
Ignorance often courts violence.
Cali’s spiritual guides warn her of the bullies
She escapes their ignorant pitchforks
Praying for their spiritual enlightenment
Be
Then see
Fate that frees
Your deep fancy
Dwell
Pure spell
As heart dwells
What soul foretells
Speak
Fine peaks
As words tweak
Brisk end that streaks
Fine
Sip wine
Of boost mine
In dream divine
Show
Sure know
To flood flow
In afterglow
Sift
Your gift
As you drift
Style you uplift
Trade
Once made
Sparks the grade
In grand charade
Bring
Warm spring
As you fling
Fond pretty things
Leon Enriquez
15 June 2017
Singapore
An early shadow fills the void
And winds spread out their lonely call
Where many nights I once enjoyed
And rain foretells an early fall.
You were with me full long ago;
We walked across a bed of leaves
And tried to catch the flakes of snow
Whose fall bewilders and deceives.
Since then, much time has come and passed
And only memories remain,
But I still wonder if I’d last
Outside their rich and vast domain.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com