Short Prophesied Poems
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Poundering this profound moment prophesied centuries afore it's passing....
"In Progress." *
Form:
Melodic phrases melting from mouth
Onyx deeds prophesied with pearls
Song like psalms with messages shout
A great prophet to enlighten the world
Indigo sky to be revealed to the blind
Christ to come and save man kind
Her eyes were not made
To speak ambiguously
They linger from here hence
Like raspberry and lavender
On my phrenic palate
My head was not made
To be prepared for this moment
The songster prophesied
That I will never be with her
But I'm agnostic
Like stars that burn bright and then explode,
Thy magnificence goes never untold;
as Thine otherworldly glory and face
shine on all things, all time and all space;
and give their light to each and every one,
O Thou foretold and true, prophesied Son;
creation magnifies Thee every hour,
for it exists with Thy strength and power!
In my dream last night, Prophesied,
if I let him shut his eye for a second
He would fall into an eternal sleep
My brother on his bed was lying
tired and wary wanting some rest
I move on to his king size bed
lying beside with my hands wrapping him
for a minute he closed his eyes
and I was engulfed in my own loud cries
-ravikiran kasula
& WHEN I SHUT MY EYES
This CENTER cannot hold WITHOUT the PROPHESIED
pIECES of small shards ? then again maybe everything you UNDERSTAND is
a new kind of ATTENTION.
THREE DRINKS AND I’M OFF UNTIL TOMORROW
:p
:: E.P. ROBLES ? 12.08.2016 ::
Listening to prophesy
Having someone inform me
Of future incoming love
Via crystal ball
Love, she said, greater than most
More than I’ve ever had ‘fore
Through angels faces and warm
Loving embraces
Days later I found my fate
Gorgeous woman of my heart
I loved like never before
My prophesied love
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Linda-Marie's "Crystal Ball" Contest
before the waves could reach me
i sensed the storm in advance
but i chose to live in delusion
that i'll be just fine
i had faith in myself
and then i saw the sunset
i prophesied that ill be doomed
i win't be studying what i wish
no matter the efforts i made
they'll go in vain and i'll reel at night
i was never wrong
i read scripts to live with the pain
Turned over to a sexual revolution,
evolved to hijacked rainbows.
Graceless hearts deprave the mind,
a diseased façade of freedom,
to redefine every right and wrong.
Prophesied last days ushering
the Bride of Christ persecuted.
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Contest: Unsayable
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Written: 11.22.17
punctured palm prophesied
wielding wanky wiles
amputated alazakam aroused
sassy spell sprouts
taunted tendrils tamed
rustic roots raved
Fumes! Felon fingers
turned faces' tinker
lanky leers linger
bounty body belched
savoring moment's mesh
fate's gloom fetched
tainted tiers trailed
fractured future's frail.
'20:04:26:18:32
Note: Of pawned picture.
anxiety wrapped around my neck
and hands struggling to free myself
lying on my bed close to the edge
i was struggling to keep my breathe
in the velvet sheets,
where cries turned into moans
and with a single kiss,
i was brought back from the hell
swing of a pendulum speaks to me
in its back and forth motion
it prophesied to be prepared
storm will make landfall again
Famine Foretold
(Stalin, 1930, 30 million, and Mao Tse Tung 1960, 42 million, et al)
The land is the lord of men who live
Near yellow and lime-green fields,
Who plant it and till it and gladly give
All their toil, for crops it yields.
Dictators forced them to the modern way,
Profaning ancestral farms,
The land did avenge itself one day
With the prophesied, ancient harms.
EPIPHANY - Acrostic
They came from the East, the three wise men,
Following a star that Prophesied a King,
A Shepherd of Israel Immanuel his name, in a
Stable in Bethlehem Precious gifts and adoration.
'I'd like to worship!', Herod declared.
Until in a dream the Astrologers were warned.
God’s gift of love for New Year, as foretold,
is Christ the heart of Yuletide and light of the world.
by Jean McLoughlin
A sinner's plea
Whenever that day arrives
at the sound of the trumpet
One that has been prophesied
through the sands of time
A day that both the living and dead
shall be judged
Not by their appearances or wealth
But by their faith they kept through
Withstanding every trial sent their way
Will I ever be worthy of the Lord's judgment?
I am but a human
Created to be stainless
Yet vulnerable to the charms of sin
Will I be worthy of the Lord's kingdom?