Short Psychic Poems
Short Psychic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Psychic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Psychic by length and keyword.
Psychic parents - when did they come?
Geez, Mom, stop being a bum!
I want to live a normal life
Listening sometimes brings up strife!
Form:
X-ray heart,
a secret,
kept tight,
Seeing spirit,
recognizing the need
To keep it quiet
Easily Mis-read,
Misunderstood.
sh...
The worst part of this mystery,
when the body dies and the soul is free,
they'll be no peace in the psychic sea,
because I'll still be stuck with ME.
When a psychic named Krystal Ball
Predicted our President's fall
She meant down the stairs
Not from his affairs
(Trump's belly blocked seeing them all)
There once was a psychic named Ruth,
Who always admitted the truth,
The truth, so it seems,
Comes to us in our dreams,
And not from psychics in a booth.
I once met an psychic Gypsy
Who warned me not to get tipsy
I always got drunk
But who would have thunk
I'd end up in Mrs. Shipsea*
*Mississippi?
I'm rotating in the sky.
I saw your girlfriend cry
when you told her why:
that you were bi,
and like to get high,
and don't comply
with ancient lies.
I knew a girl called Psychic Charlotte
her bogus readings less than starlet
her sly ruse exposed
new profession chose
is now known as Charlotte the Harlot
Across space and time
All I can feel is your touch
Psychic connection we have
Never known your love
The memories ease the pain
Blue is my mood, think of you
marooned mind
my capricious creation
designs psychic lattice
morphs into innate Narcissus
nestled in introvert isolation
where I am me, aberrant recluse
Two friendly but eerie Dalmatians
are Peoria’s psychic sensations
They can sense Aunt Ann
smell your dead Uncle Stan
And visit forebears in fire stations
2/14/22
TECHNOLOGY has finally overcome STORYBOOKS;
psychic VISIONS and scientists have foretold.
COUSIN prefers these new-fangled technologies;
it's a tiny book stronghold.
They want you to know at all costs
if and when you will have sunshine or frost
psychic farmers
overall charmers
Farmers Almanac wrote in their haylofts.
11-16-17
A much-celebrated psychic Great Dane
Has his fans waltzing down memory lane
A dandy clairvoyant
And often flamboyant
Folks greet friends who no longer remain
1/6/22
You would think fortune tellers would know,
for their crystal balls would surely show;
so on Mondays weekly,
why don’t we get to see,
the headlines read psychic wins lotto.
Bill visits psychics to predict future fame
for his fortunes and even a lottery claim.
But each psychic masks
this question Bill asks …
“how come you must ask me what’s my name?”
Psychic storm ruins sanguine soul.
In the ravaged vale flows
the stream of sorrow.
Memory flakes flush
dregs of dream on dry tear trail,
etched on closed eyes, encasing hope.
A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller”
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply
Joshing in case some cops are Soup dwellers
A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller”
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply
Joshing in case some people are bed wetters
A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller”
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply
Joshing in case some people are bed wetters
whispered image
unseen by rest of family
directing child
fleeting image
reserved for child empath,
angel instructions
grandma says good-bye
child surrounded by love,
a whisper of thanks
Gone without notice.
Shocking everyone.
But me.
Gone without preparation.
Angering the family.
Except me.
Gone before they could say "I love you."
Sorrow overtakes them.
But not me.
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
sagacious woman
psychic healer and reader
lovely predictions
silver crossed her palm
people waited in long lines
her readings a joy
her children waited
hoping for her attention
they are still waiting
July 2, 2025
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tear drops
drizzle of pain
configure mind’s upwelled brine
silent seep in desolate stream
psychic shape of sorrow