Short Premonition Poems
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a peaceful heart
with
its recurring visions
of
a bright light
at
the end
of
a long tunnel
AP: 3rd place 2025
with intuition
what we would mention
had premonition
meet God by my ambition
more ammunition
had been big battle
win series will Seattle
league up did rattle
spokes of bike reeling
slow motion...mind rewinding
‘remember helmet’
straps it tight under his chin
premonition frightens him
1/27/2018
Don't leave your woman's intuition on a burner in the kitchen. If you have a premonition don't regard it with suspicion. A helpful tool for those that see, this natural gift of e.s.p.
Amidst the storm, dark ravens fly,
Foreshadowing that someone will die,
Caw-caw they croak, watching us o'er,
It's us against them, and then no more.
05/01/19
Image #8
Quite An Amazing Quarterback
Were permitted to have a premonition,
And determination to make a definition;
Seahawks Fan knows,
He perfectly throws;
Jim Horn
Great player who provides ammunition.
Premonition About Exemption of Redemption
We wanted to promote there premonition,
That would have been based on intuition;
Worth seeing,
While being,
Entitled to an exemption from redemption.
Jim Horn
Wind trembles
with premonition
of a gold
leaf's demise,
throughout Indian summer's
procrastination
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Submitted for Kim Merryman's Contest: Shadorma Style
I have long harbored the suspicion
That should we suffer long and deeply enough,
We’ll get over the pain
And awaken to the truth of Love:
To cherish the experience
Of whatever there is.
All wounds heal but the last.
Be thankful for your scars.
Premonition of An Exemption
One day I personally had a premonition;
Instead of granting them an exemption;
We lost our zeal;
No more appeal;
Start collecting all available ammunition.
The best weapon on the streets
is one without any ammunition.
James Horn
should have
had the
far-sight to
pay attention to
initial premonition
instead of pushing it
away and moving forwards
with the pursuit to obtain
a place in your heart
flying blind right into disaster
flying by the set of my pants endeavors
to keep you from leaving me but
it blow up in my face in the end
Rolling eyes
Clock never stops.
This old routine,
Stuck in a while…
A sick malady
Unwanted gut feel
Scrambled thoughts
Fluttering in the breeze
Grains of sand,
A confusion in mind.
Innumerable whispers,
Following around.
My unseen ghost,
A disturbing premonition.
I need answers!
On my white sheet of paper.
Throw around legs
Throwaway hair
Biting her tongue
Tapping the chair
Dinnertime psychology
Filling her frayed mind
Undigested memories
Too bitter to be confined
Eighteen years
Blurred as if one
Opaque footsteps
Of a misbegotten son
“Dessert, mom?”
“No thanks, dear.”
Her plate is empty
Her conscience clear
The tempest gathering hearts;
Souls imparting dire wisdom;
Holistic premonition preordained;
Nothing gathered souls prearranged;
Words of life speak forth life;
Shallow be the maker heart that beats;
Elohim
Creator of majesty
Universe is His dynasty
5/26/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
Sky winks at the sandy Florida beach
In cahoots with the colder waves
Sun slipping out of this hemisphere
Gleeful laughter of chasing children
It has been a glorious day,
I stare at the sky, is she a premonition?
She gives nothing away,
Allowing my imagination to surmise…
Will this be the best day ever?
In my lifetime?
Possibly.
Walked awhile down Allan Street
Controlling deception a liar will glow
Cracking no smiles, the living have left us
Life without love assures no one can grow
Emotion deception unleashed premonition
Finest of visions by flashes of light
Truth drifts among us still none can perceive
All trapped in a bottle like fireflies at night
God and Son As an Exemption
God personally gave me a premonition;
Religious features result in redemption;
In believe;
Won't deceive;
Said use Son and Him as an exemption.
Also apply each church contribution,
Which will always be magic solution,
Priest's teeth glisten;
To him (or her) listen;
How to solve sin and air pollution.
Jim Horn
Antipsychotic Premonition
Underneath the shining sun
Winter melts away
Shackled by an icy past
Dreams slowly decay
Shadows searching for forgiveness
Beneath his majesty
Hunger for a better self
An eagle soaring free
Midnight diamond granted wish
Existing in eternity
Broken bonds of spiritual pain
Accepting mediocrity
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Stumbling through the night
he reaches for something to hold on to.
The wind screeches, its steel fingers encompassing his throat.
Chasing futile dreams,
running from the beast within.
The premonition will prove true
as the shadow’s whispers whirl in repetition.
“Stop. Breathe… any could be your last. Hush. It’s almost over.”
Regardless, he carries on, into the abyss unknown…
I lack the interest to know
I am not curious to see
Those withered leaves, mixed up with snow
Which relatively soon will be
I ‘d rather fall into lethargic
Totally dreamless thoughtless sleep,
Than bump again into nostalgic
Perennial winter, growing deep
And maybe half a century later
I’ll be awoken by the noise
Of summer morning perforator
And some road worker loud voice.
I can see halos sometimes.
I like to look in the mirror.
And see the staticky snow that outlines me.
My appearance is a secret,
All I see is the light that surrounds.
Surrounds me and serenades me.
Like an omen,
Or premonition.
Of badness?
Or of something else.
I can see halos sometimes.
I can’t see my face sometimes.
I like to look in the mirror anyway.
- Premonition
A mirage foreseen,
Glimpsed in my rear-view mirror...
Closer than perceived.
- Envisioned
I've seen you before,
In silhouette, confident...
Waiting for someone.
- Remembered
Picking at a thread,
Not quite a memory, but...
Still in my conscious.
- Forgotten
Returning often,
To the day I first saw you...
Like in a vision.
.....Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring
THE browning Version
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Luke 11:9
Sometimes your words take me to a place i have never been
Where rainbows are never faded and tears are never seen
I am not alone there and never will i be
For you are there waiting patiently for me
Is it a premonition or maybe just a dream
Or a love meant to be to a face i have never seen
Your sweet words that touch my heart and plant a seed
Forever blossoming healing all wounds that bleed
The Emperor
hath donned a gewgaw crown,
bedazzled are the throng.
He rides an electric horse.
Strides through the pitiless cities
of lost or last hopes.
His faceless glance
not even a mask,
but a cold premonition
an iron mind
behind bolt-shut eyes.
The crowds back away,
bow and know
they are now subjects,
not even slaves,
only subjects
to be used and disposed of
at the ballot box.