Short Omen Poems
Short Omen Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Omen by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Omen by length and keyword.
Bad start could be sign
Engagement ring lost at new year’s ball
Ominous omen or lousy luck
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A seaman called, "Octopus" Dennis
Was known to the girls as a menace
A sign from Above
Predicted "True Love"
"But you gotta go out and play tennis!"
Omen
There are ways
To put up with things,
And there are ways
To give up...
But NOTHING is more
POWERFUL
Than
(A)
MAN
GONE
MAD!
-Gray Squirrel
01/16/2024
Modern world with modern modems,
AI, Wi-Fi, modern day totems,
keyboard nostalgia, a typewriter App,
mind that modern knowledge gap,
discord, discourse, modern day omens.
One day it won't weigh
the idea of
lack of love...
Because one day
you will attain the blessings
of love... then you will be
so content you'll forget
any unpleasantness... !
It is not for brave man to believe in bad omen,
But one bad omen, for sure exist :-
"if you are being driven at night from your home,
In trunk of a car with tied legs and wrists."
Oath of the unseen one
Order of time and place
Only a piercing ray
Of hope, truth and downfall
Ordeal of the dark
Often a warning sign
Out from what is beyond
September 11, 2023.
Sam Adams
A lonely old man
Was walking in the hills
Near his house,
Encountering mocking birds,
Mocking him, chasing him.
He ran down the path fleeing,
Hearing omens of his pending doom
Twinkling,
when even the day
is shrinking,
and the sun declines
in the fold of the mountains,
belches out quietly
the fall flame from
the cornfield,
where the raven
is only
the fingers of a plough.
Wolverine shadows
in the Michigan mist
Blood trail encampment
on yesterday’s tryst
Teeth at the ready
fortune can’t hide
Death for a tribute
— when vengeance abides
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Diaphoresis woke up in the
Middle of the night the young man
Who dreared to lose his beloved
Coveting to drench his
Desire thirst when the
Diamond ring
Was found with
A black
Rose
3-16-2016
Luciferin Flies
Swarms of them form now—
An evil portent for sure!
Shades of illusion . . .
An evil that’s palpable . . .
Now’s your last chance to escape!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 2, 2018 (Tanka)
This poem is an omen and I'll tell you why
It's number one thousand, nine hundred and thirty-five
That's the year I was born
I've weathered life's storms
So twenty more years I'm destined to survive
© Jack Ellison 2015
darkness again stink of ferments
deserted bottles lonely chairs warm
delirious of the deedings before
dejected flowers plastic unattended
black dog crosses the path
omen of death
zigaru vasti paleroo
hagi venda heseeroo
barsukka neeroo
Form:
An ominous revelation
that causes cosmic causation,
reveals nature's Delphic intent
of foretelling a looming event
with not philosophical tools
or words of sophistical fools--
but by a show of its power
from a dazzling meteor shower!
Form:
OMEN
O’er wintry land bare trees now sway
On wing above, black birds traverse
Occluded skies of baleful grey
Outspreading wings impart a curse
Omen of darkest consequence
Outcomes perceived by prescient sense
Oppress the spirit, damn the day
The strange behavior of a Vatican squirrel
with his teeth all in a whorl
caused a commotion and created a clatter,
as the demon beast grew fatter,
making me shiver and flinch;
but I wouldn't give an inch.
His smile was the color of pearl
as he announced a brand-new girl.
Comes monsoon in its crystal tassels,
Drizzling on my stain-glass window
Effervescent as nimbus' Marian beads
Floating within my liquid stream of prayer,
To heal this soul from godly intercession.
Contest of Sara Kendrick: Let's Do Some Alphabet
10/3/2017
Remorse
regrets
escape
return,
his head in his hands.
Neon lights,
it’s like it’s protecting
itself or something,
you have this look
like you're keeping
a secret or something.
Shade,
what haunts a man's mind
in the night
is what rules him.
Give a man freedom of choice
and you give him temptation.
sharp nocturne of boughs
super powered as bird of
bhakti and tantra
(the word ‘bhakti’ relates to God and ‘tantra’ associates with witchcraft)
Owl Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Date: 16-10-2021
They started out
On a day
That really seemed
Just fine
And they were
Deep in love
And married on
That day
When the church
They did leave
And they heard
The news
Then did they
Begin to fear
An omen
It might be
How could it
Ever begin
On the day
That Karen died
Glass currents shimmer past the moonlit veil
Lost figures glimmer through a drifting trail
Silent lanterns hover over the deep
Aged memories cover what shadows keep
Neon whispers rattle in restless air
Walled patterns tattle secrets without care
Midnight pulse trembles under a cracked sky
Restless vision assembles truths we deny
When the Fire Horse rises, it climbs the empty ridge;
clouds step aside, mountains dare not breathe, seasons lose their order,
shadow runs ahead of time, men dare not speak—
the omen enters the record, and Heaven sounds the bell.
The Horse walks between, yet all paths begin
where the endless river flows eastward
toward the Mountain where Heaven begins again.
Hallow’s Eve, when spirits return
And on Styx’s shores, a darkness churns
Lost souls vanish to the veil
Lamenting cries rise up from Hell
Omen hangs high in Stygian sky
Where witches watch with a wicked eye
Eldritch winds whisper a woeful tale
Echoes of death ride on the gale
Night-creatures creep with dreadful bale
cold desolate abandon uninhabited snowing
rain slippery icicles spike frostbite
first month of year pillars of ice blind black
black ice bad month first of the year
january gray shade screen canopy
frolicking jamming January boy birthdate omen of ruin
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