Short Superstition Poems
Short Superstition Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Superstition by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Superstition by length and keyword.
Life is not a superstition
But a collection of experience
It's memories that hold their worth
When time is near to leave this earth.
Just superstition?
Feisty black cat bearing claws
the number thirteen
tattooed upon its wild smile,
witches it’s your lucky day.
snow swathed twilight woods
owl’s screech stirs superstition -
the deer hunter shakes
Susan Ashley
October 16, 2021
one superstition
knock on wood
trees make oxygen
MagiCicada13
Climbing
6/22/2018
Climbing the face of Superstition Mountain,
Is no less intimidating than,
Facing the climb of a mountain of superstition;
Tom
The heart is more than an organ.
It is the brain of intuition,
Unmuddied by superstition.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2019
"All Rights Reserved"
We don't need demigods on earth,
we just need good men...
We don't need heroes,
we only want righteous men...
We don't want superstition
we need
spirituality
and poetry...!
Knock on wood
fingers crossed
don't step on cracks
don't walk under ladders
what kind of messed-up
window cleaner have I got ?.
Elizabeth alexander 16/3/2016
Negatives happen in threes they say
Two deaths have occurred in the last two days
Waiting for number three
Just between you and me
But that old superstition doesn't apply no way
The raven has a bad reputation; it is undeserved.
Superstition has caused some to hate raven but, some fear him.
Birds are symbols for the soul; they fly close to Heaven.
There is
nothing wrong
when people
pray to
the sun or
pray to
the stars
for sustenance
tribal superstition nor
mere speculation
it is all
crafted and
connected
through the
hands of God
Indeed, all of it
Table salt is only truth
Filled up to the lip.
Sitting there upon your booth,
Waiting to be tipped.
Over shoulders it's dispensed.
The truth so quickly stricken.
Sacrificing common sense
For useless superstition.
Hidden in the Superstition Mountains, veins over flowing with gold
Rattle snakes, cactus and the Thunder God stand guard, trespassers beware
Now is the old Dutchman"s tomb, location is still not known
Form:
It’s Friday and my old black cat
Across my path he goes
He does not care for human dates
His nonchalance, it shows
He blesses me by crossing me
At least that’s what he thinks
But since it is the thirteenth too
I’ve just been double jinxed.
As for each number
Thirteen appreciation
No superstition
As for each colour
Violet appreciate
No superstition
As for animals
Black cat appreciation
No superstition
Appreciation contest
revisited to conform the correct HaiKu syllable counting
Here we are on that lonesome road...
Crossing the same old paths once more
Why're you out here walkin' after midnight?
Just my luck ... with fewer lives left than before
3/27/2022
Black Cat contest
(forms - personification / LIND30WR)
Heard this song over a 1000 times
But for the first time
I just actually listened to the Lyrics
Of Stevie Wonder's
Superstition
And paraphrasing
it goes a little something like this
If you believe in things you don't understand
You Will Suffer
?????????????
Too big to Crack this nut.
Too big to Crack a nut.
But leave it up to imagination.
Cosmo Star Beings and superstition.
Producing a morning prayer rumpelstiltskin.
Nut Cracked Her and sometimes you feel like
a nut, sometimes you don't.
Old rotten owl rumpelstiltskin.
Odd and rotten in the days of the nutcracker.
Black cat crosses path.
Bad luck just superstition.
....about face, in case.
The bats and black cats
Are more powerful tonight.
...or so it may seem.
Spooky sounds abound,
Creaking doors are amplified.
...hair on neck stands up.
Spooky stories told
In front of Guy Foxes fire.
....all ending with Boo!!!
Trust me i believe you are real
So real that you can steal
the fragmentation of my imagination
because superstition can cause manipulation
but love my empress
can conquer all manifestation
of a true vibration
yes.... once again I feel
and believe you're real
©Copyright May 17, 2008 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Lucky horseshoe a lone white feather.
Four leaf clover and lucky Heather.
Eyes of newt and wing of bat.
Do not cross a cat that is black.
Don't walk under a ladder it is said.
Or something will happen and strike you dead.
Devils witches and warlocks to.
Do you believe in superstitions?
I know I do.
Group of skeletons
Carries a lone casket
Grave destination
The ground was dug
Casket was put in
Cats do prowl
To cemetery they go
Meow of prestige
They’re black as night
Superstition comes with fears
The cats reign tonight
Pumpkins lit
Shines until late
Shadows are formed
From its greatest light
A demon’s look
Russell Sivey
Take care not to get hold
Of bread that's very old
Behind the breadbox door
A microscopic spore
May have turned it to mold.
Sometimes mold is blue
or white or gray or green
Some mold is so small
it can't even be seen.
If you ate moldy bread
Mold would get in your head
It would eat up your brain
And make you insane.
Remember what I said.
Listen to poem:
Superstition sizzles;
Black cat on the prowl
Shutters swiftly close as
Wind begins to howl.
Padding down the alley
At the dead of night
Slinking round the corner
Poised to give a fright.
Blending into darkness
But for emerald eyes
Black cat wears the perfect
Halloween disguise.
13.10.20
Halloween Meow Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Your life is a journey
Which will never wax or wane
A beacon of bottled moonlight
Anchored waves of radiant rain
There is no demise
Or salvation of plundered plight
Cast into a sea of superstition
In the depths of torrential night
Your life transcends flesh
That sinking vessel which we mourn
It resides in a shipwrecked message
Found on the shores of faith’s forlorn