Short Sixth Sense Poems
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She carefully treads on tiptoe.
Her sixth sense is raising red flags.
Warning signs there to see.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
the most common sense
is the one abused by all
not too far behind
is sight hear touch smell and taste…
think Robot needs a recharge.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Horton smelled a Who, what about Hortense
Did she have that special female 'sixth sense'
It seems she was lacking
But not 'cos of hacking
'Hortense! Stop burning that freaking incense!'
In the distance a myriad of voices call,
Echoes of the past hidden in déjà vu,
The lateral thoughts unable to hear,
The visions beyond the walls of time,
As answers come in perception.
Form: Pentastich
You aren't uptight
writing about
SEX?
“Super”
You do
prefer the
SIXTH SENSE?
“Supernatural”
You make a
blessing out of your
GIFT?
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"
Belief as per logic is the third eye
The sixth sense
The logical thought
The inner eye
Touch, smell, flavor hearing and eyesight
Are nothing without third eye
From point of view of physics
It is the mind-particle.
Sometimes I have a sixth sense
So I check my puppy’s mouth
Yesterday he was eating a light bulb
Today he was chewing on a rusty elongated screw
Every day is an adventure
As I climb into his mouth to retain our scissors or whatever
God please make my mind pure, firm and strong
God please correct me when I am wrong
God please give me optimum patience
God please give me powerful sixth sense
God please take all my sorrows away
God please listen to me when I pray
Follow the warmth into the light
don't hesitate to sprint away
when it doesn't feel just right.
Charlatans will bend you around them,
but the sixth sense is a winged gift.
A casual drift toward a peaceful realm
into the purist form of yourself.
Image of people covers years of existence
what lies beneath is their story
people judge by image
looking at what hides the truth
unable to take what's under the covers
we fall in others masks of self deceit
gain your sixth sense and truly see
Form:
Into the kitchen I enter,
Middle of the night,
To hide my hunger,
Escaping dad's able ear,
And mom's sixth sense.
Hunger pangs hurting intestines,
Heals and toes entering kitchen,
Trip I go and hit the table,
Ayiooooooooo I shout and whine,
Only to wake up everyone
In sensing, hear as twere we
Danger, an angel.
As a muffled vibration
A wall does repel.
Whose form itself do these see!
Knowing looks, soul's own
Each to each give; in that flash
Called intuition.
As thins that veils' conception.
Two world's. And too shown!
Your beauty is transparent
Your voice serenades solace
Your spirit is the wind
Your oxygen keeps me breathing
Your skin is of honey
Your ruby red lips show off your cool-aid smile
Your solidity amazes me
Your curvaceous body intrigues my thoughts
Your eyes capture heaven
Your love defies logic
Money is what everyone craves, but not everyone has
It has slipped through the grasp of many
Some have a sixth sense when it comes to the magical hue
Green is the preferred color
Jackson has become a personal mentor
Those on the quest to meet all of the presidents,
find themselves continuously on the prowl
Progressive penetrative phenomenon
Pertaining to particular peculiar powers of perception
Psychological prosaic persuasive predictions
Probing probable peripheral presentiment
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Alliteration contest by Barry Stebbings
One stanza of four lines only
© 4th December 2017
One
we go
Two three through
this life for all
they seek the Fifth column
they had a Sixth sense to
recompense the poor the weak impoverished Ones
Petrarch, Dickens, Marx, Harding-Davis, Riis, Mother Teresa,
In form rare to Multitudes, but not these souls,
Thanks to human kindness amidst the insanity-- Ah the Humanity!
Metaphysical Wonders
Hear the whispers from the trees
The land of honey is made from the bees
The sunshine is earth magic light so we can see
The water heal us with cleansing energy
Rainbow colors of flowers smell heavenly
The pristine mountains and crisp air is euphoric divinity
Nature has sixth sense to be almighty
One step
Hard to crack
Two lines
Difficult to bind
Three comes
Then one gets dumped
Four years
We had no call
Five star
We are all darts
Sixth sense
Make me think best
Seven wonders
Different cluster
Eight'o clock fight
Gets alright
Nine brings tear
Full of fear
And ten makes me feel, dear
The fumbling picks up.
The sixth sense
was failing.
A mother weeps
for the unborn child.
You were still ogling the peaks.
Were you true to yourself
in the dark, when the
moon was away ?
I had lost the burning
coals, after the
rains came.
The dark mine, where
they were shot, for
picking up the lightning.
Satish Verma
Babe you have the beauty that matches with a few
You have the quality to remain ever new
Babe you have the smile that fascinates me
You have body-curves that make me sexy
Babe your two eyes attract me more and more
Your place is definitely my heart’s core
Babe your mindset is full of innocence
I am sure about it thanks to sixth sense
Locked deep within an onyx gaze
wrap me in your perfect darkness;
Semi sweet taste of chocolate
painting your luxurious lips;
My blindfolded sixth sense betrays
deprivation with so much finesse;
Releasing peace lying dormant,
less is more on these types of trips;
Let these eyes remain closed always,
lost in each ebony caress.
Listen to poem:
The World created in six days, the senary devised.
Carbon the sixth element, the core of organic life.
Bee perfection, hexagon cells; snowflake six-pointed stars,
The sixth sense, Perception lies deep within, the third eye.
Six pack, six to go: beer, eggs, drinks and rectus abdominis,
Earth's sixth extinction looms, human caused, Gaia displeased.
I see the light I see the tunnel
I fight with might precise
Flash backs and advice
I hear a familiar voice
Leaves me with no choice
Poise on my posture
Back boned chilled of a sixth sense
Book of life show me what I have done
Holder of keepers can you show me the gates
A colorful display a scene of the ages
To be gone like the wind
To become with one
Listen to poem:
all snowflakes have a six-corner form,
a law that winter's secrets still perform.
then chemistry and physics opened us up to so much more—
how bonds and angles build the crystal score
Yet still, in this knowing, we must always see
a sixth sense, free to unfold more mystery.
in six senses on a six-sided die,
rolling chance - 6 pips to let fly.
the long-lost plush toy with ill intent
somehow had been shoved into the attic’s vent
his face was scarred, his teeth were creepy
I could not relax that night, though I was sleepy
I kept thinking he was going to get an axe
then sneak upstairs and kill me and Max
Max is my cousin who has no sixth sense at all
He slept soundly, while I listened for sounds in the hall