Short Horoscope Poems

Short Horoscope Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Horoscope by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Horoscope by length and keyword.


Premium Member A Quick Read Before Bed

Sun slipped on his glasses to read the stars in the night sky; his horoscope. For an old body, his future’s still bright; sunny weather’s ahead.


DESTINY

You
and I
were  always
destined to be
together for life.
At least that’s what I thought.
But your view of destiny,
where it affected you and me,
was diametrically opposed.
So now I read my horoscope instead.
Form: Etheree

Spirituality

Poetry reading
Wind chimes singing
Animal pelts
Candles melt
Meditation resting
Yogis stretching
Soaps smelling
Tarot cards telling
Sun catchers gleaming
Water streaming
Dream catchers catching
Horoscope matching
Gem mining
Sun shining
Flower seeds sowing
Plants growing
Religious ritual
Nature is spiritual
Form: Rhyme

The Grim Reaper

Standing upon a bubble spinning atop this ledge
It's edge arriving and her full circles riddle confetti..
Pages hours days seasons years; peering, into the wasteland
Of time rushing by while Babylon continues to read aloud
Her horoscope carved into these dreams a rubies, five star day ?
Stowed away within wishfuls pendant worn by their wayward keeper.
Form:

Abisola

She is multi-talented,
Her writing skill is a dope. 
Her speaking skills will lift you up,
Even if you are a Mope.
Though she major in Biology,
She's good with the use of tropes.
Despite her challenges, 
She's find a way to cope.
She wakes up daily, 
With a renew energy of hope.
Her future is assured,
She doesn't need any horoscope.
There will be a brighter day,
Her name shall be heard everywhere on the globe.
Form: Rhyme


The Memoriam

This day was the horoscope
The light, yes
My fathers’ day. 

Hopeless
I cried hopeless. 
Mr. Sickle owns him. 
I only see things
Before. 

When the times of his sunrise
He used to say, "lousy, small brat". 
I don't mind. It's music to my ears. 
Sometimes, rewards are prices
Of being a donkey
In the end. 

Now, I begun to sigh these days
Remembrance are just sketches in the horizon
In my mind, 
I'm now a man.

Calvary's Horoscope

Yes, I love you
How do you feel
That I am your automaton
And it is your worship
If I kneel

I know love
By the cruelty of the cross
And not one i.o.u in the mail
Yet I thing of it
And know I failed
In my belief

For did they too
not even think
How was God to die
And if he did
How could we live
Without him again

Calvary
Is not a place alone
It is all the memories
Of jasmines
Balming my fears
With perennial predictions 
Of easter's horoscope

Born To Fight

We were born to fight with everything 
When we first stepped our feet 
Our fighting started from the very begging 
We will face problems as mountain's height.

We were not born to keep us quite
We never know how to lose our hope 
We know how to fight 
We should not put our destiny on horoscope.

As long as we will continue our fight 
Nothing can abstain us from our goal 
By doing labour we can make our future bright
We should not let people make us fool.

Premium Member Before It's Too Late

I believe in horoscope,
the stars aligning, chance meetings, 
destiny aligned, people put on our path, 
the map of our life, missed opportunities,
decisions that alter our journeying.

Especially as the years advance, I believe
in struggling to exploit our potential
so we don’t leave our mission half done. 



AP: 1st place 2020

Submitted on  June 27, 2018 for contest EIGHT LINES OF FATE, WHEN YOU WONDER IF IT IS TOO LATE sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 3RD

Our Smoldering Factory Town

Our Smoldering Factory Town
free trade, a brick around
It’s gurgling, swollen neck. Surrounding
gray quiet smolder, evokes, 
Once thriving factory smoke
A Crumbling horoscope
once paid it's worker's, soaked
in quiet desperation.
We are it's rusty antiques
sinking ships on outsourced seas
a swollen, bailout casualty
a fallow field, a dustbowl breeze
While children sew our sneakers
In bananna sweatshops, cheaper
hands can make, children's fate
wont matter, they'll dig deeper.
Form: Rhyme

Horoscope

I cast your horoscope across the miles,
Star gazing does take a while,
I see your astral alignment,
Hugs and kisses in your consignment,
A golden age for your of peace,
Forever in your  heart to keep,
Health, wealth, and great happiness,
Your stars are giving you a bless,
Enjoy each day as it comes,
Fill your days with your kind of fun,
So, this was my day's assignment,
To predict your stars' alignment,
Now I cast your horoscope across the miles,
This star gazing take a while.

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