Short Portending Poems

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

Whispers before me,
echoes behind

Voices portending,
words to remind

Sleepless imprisoned,
nights linger on

Shadows approaching
—memory gone

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

© Kurt Philip Behm  

This morning dawned
With drab, dismal dread
Portending debouchment
Of unearthly evil:

Yes, fear haunts the air,
So heed me—doom nears!
Oh, witchcraft and spirits
Shall sully our night.

© David Bose  

an appointment

seeming as a 

fork in a path

portending 

dark or light..

it is a lingering 

of time

so it seems

in an unchanging

map of nothing

which all of

these words 

express~~

© Charles Coon  

Do you know
many things
understanding
not one

Portending 
your weakness
pretense
on the run

The trash bin
of knowledge
refills
left unchecked

Pontificate
dirges
spout off
— to infect

(The New Room: July, 2024)

© Kurt Philip Behm  

Fear lies effortlessly in portending wait
to bare the intrinsic risk of chance.
View it not just as impending fate
nor play its victim by circumstance...

1/10/2019
"Fear is a slinking cat I find between the lilacs of my mind"-Sophie Tunnell

© Charlie Smith  

The Day After

The blue ocean frolicked ‘neath a spring sunlight,
Musically slapping and making smiles of waves,
Portending of one cosmic roar, then still.
It flattened with tears beneath its surface,
Lashing and lonely in a new day’s dawn.
Its building and splashing and yesterday’s jolly day
Gone, past, gone.

© Sunlite Wanter  

Like a blade, a chill finds its way,
slicing through a closed window
portending a season approaching
as a flock rests during migration
filling a skeletal tree.
From a distance looking like 
breeze tossed leaves
then take flight seeking
warmer climes, darkening momentarily
an otherwise daylight sky,
taking with them
a sense of serenity.

© Dallas Connery  

I sat there beside my Mom,

asleep on yellowed pillows, stained

by years of tobacco, tar dripping

from cypress wood panels,

her shallow breaths

cotton-candy hair, light grey;

bluest blue eyes behind

paper-thin lids, moving;

ragged cough, portending

but I didn't understand then,

I was just happy to be there.

© Jim Tidd  

Written: January 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May

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Adventure, Beginning
Coastal Dreams Echoing
Fearless Growing Horizons In Jumping Kismet
Laden Magically, Nebulae Oleaginous,
Portending Quicksand Reflecting Spangled Tussle
Unseen Vermilion Waves Xerox Yperite Zone.

© Sotto Poet  

The song of the lark returns
To the edge of the woodland
She greets me cheerfully trilling
As I stroll across the flowering lea,
Her welcome tones portending
A fine day awaiting the rising sun.
Dawn suits her yellow breast
Her warbling throat, too, the lark
Makes the meadow her home,
A delightful place in early morn.

written July 28, 2021

© L Milton Hankins  

Flowering bluebonnets will soon carpet fields;
Baby colts playing, kicking up their heels.
Indian paintbrushes will streak through the blue,
And gnarled oak trees budding will show off their hue.

Once I rode a horse through the bluebonnet's terrain;
Low hanging thunderclouds portending of rain;
Showers refreshing drenching my face,
My love by my side 

Another time and another place.

© Sunlite Wanter  

A bright day in November, a welcome sight
Brief respite from Autumn’s turning cold,
Portending signs of coming winter’s night.
A bright day in November, a welcome sight
To feel the sun, to enjoy its muted light
Before north winds come in blowing bold,
A bright day in November, a welcome sight
Brief respite from Autumn’s turning cold. 

Written November 26, 2022

© L Milton Hankins  

Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine,
Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench,
Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches.

Juxtaposition of aphotic with aphotic; incognizant iniquity.

Noxious oxygen, attenuated jasper, jejune jardiniere:
Zion.

Smoke: implicative cornice,
Sherry or vitriol?
Ours, a world, that feigns polo in alcohol!!

-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)

© Pin Dew  

Whirlwinds,
Teaching me faith,
Whirlwinds,
Trying to make me fear,
But rather I hear,
My Father in his tool shed,
Making hungry fed,
Making naked clothed,
Reversing status roles,
Saving every soul,
Whirlwinds,
Teaching me faith,
Thoughts race,
As I realize they are a sign of the coming Sun,
Who worships the Son,
Whirlwinds,
Portending of blessings I never thought possible,
Whirlwinds,
Thank you!!!!!

© Woodrow Lucas