Short Mediums Poems
Short Mediums Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mediums by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mediums by length and keyword.
seeing what we miss
supernatural babies
more psychic than us
many will relearn
taught reality is wrong
ignoring their eyes
some retain their gifts
believing in what they see
psychic mediums
Categories:
mediums, spiritual,
Form:
Senryu
living in boredom
soul screams for activity
turmoil requires rest
happy mediums
exist in cloud cuckoo land
life's pendulum swings
enjoy all the ups
enjoy the extremities
enjoy all the downs
Ivor G Davies
Categories:
mediums, life,
Form:
Haiku
What am i
trapped in my own body
and them mediums to set me free.
to my fortress of comfort
in mine dimension .
mine creation of peace
mine to meditate and free me fully
to my desolate chamber of discovery
my very own doom
Categories:
mediums, faith, me,
Form:
Canzone
In the world today.' Familiy Farms being erazed...Aid witheld in gaza.? A pattern?
different in aspect yet the same; end game'
Starvation of real information..While the
Mainstream mediums posture along.' As the
Sheep are clever enough.. To feed' the Lord
Only knows though just what on.?
Categories:
mediums, anxiety, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, cloudy days...
Why do we constantly block divine rays?
Oh, selfie society...
Why not less ME and more WE?
Oh, foggy haze...
Why are we walking around in a daze?
Oh, social mediums of triviality...
Why are we drifting further from reality?
Oh, doleful times
Why isn't there more love in our hearts and minds?
Why oh,
Why oh,
Why?
Categories:
mediums, america, community, confusion, dark, feelings, humanity, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Mediums of Winter parse
translucent runes on the tines
of sloping firs basking like mallards
in March's brusk sunshine.
Arctic oracles echo on the lake's hard sapphire
with pearl crests punctuating
Spring's arrival while cat tails exclaim
nascent umber banks. As teals float
in a tarot of amulets tanagers preen,
imbuing remnant frost with scarlet omens.
Categories:
mediums, nature, spring, winter,
Form:
Free verse
We are like whales,
Bleating out coordinates, thoughts
Communicating through our mediums
Touching through internal sound
Moby Dick is my poisonous pride
Aghast, I will chase the prize
With bugle call and torn ship
Never stopping....
She reaches through the screen
I cannot understand what she says
Of the future
But i can hear her heart bleating
As we merge beyond words
Categories:
mediums, happiness, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Ah! Should I predict my luck
by searching a crystal ball?
Why be curious and know...
days that run like sand?
Prediction must be divine,
coming from His holy mind...
and who can know tomorrow
without trusting Him?
I won't be tempted to look
into that huge crystal ball
that mediums use for gain...
it would be foolish!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Linda-Marie's contest,
" Crystal Ball "
Categories:
mediums, hope, life, people, time,
Form:
Dodoitsu
People who claim to have encountered vampires:
a are crazy
b are liars
c 'necks' question please
People who claim to have seen ghosts:
a are confused
b need glasses
c are mediums (or maybe even larges)
People who claim to have seen the Loch Ness monster:
a are dreamers
b work for the Scottish Tourism Board
c need to be 'loched' away
written 28th January for Suzanne's Multiple Choice contest
Categories:
mediums, mystery,
Form:
List
It swallows everything in its path,
even man's breath! As it slowly moving along the streets,
only mourns and screams you hear; deaths happen
during victim's broad vision. Survivors of the traumatic ordeals
claim that fading, whitish figures tear flesh with their long,
crooked nails; in some cases they slit victims' throats - the slitting
has an eerie, audible voice. Until now, exorcists and mediums avoid
this town.....
Categories:
mediums, dark, evil, fear, halloween, horror, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Surmised, assumed
Foreboding shadows brood
Like omens without mediums
Their strange impressions loom
Blind they seem
Gloating as they gleam
Rippling, murmuring
Stifling a scream
On the brink of speech
Their mutterings recede
Occupied by the thoughts
Of the lost and in between
Conceit or dream
Mythic or obscene
They coddle with a moonlit bribe
Confiding the unseen
Written by © Raven Drake
Categories:
mediums, mystery, mythology,
Form:
Prose Poetry