Visitation Poems - Poems about Visitation

Visitation Dream

She did not want to frighten him, for she had always loved him.
Should she appear in his dreams or next to his bed?
His eyes were closed, mouth wide open, snoring deeply.
A tiny giggle escaped; but he did not hear her.

She had never meant to leave him; surprised herself when dead.
Staring upon his closed face, she

Love Visitation

Just love 
When our loved ones 
That have passed away 
Come to visit us 
In our most important days  
In a form of butterfly.

best visitation dream ever

I am being watched
feeling a presence I have not felt for fifty years
my father
best visitation dream ever

The Moon Visitation

Backdoor wide open
A cream moon is coming in
Softly, like a dream.
Beyond red sun, pearly rays
in a lazy, lilac night.

Howling wind whimsy
'midst the fantasy flowers
in plum, pink and green.
Silver moon, always welcome
lending silk beauty to night.

A Lucid Dream As a Visitation

I used to have a lovely mini-dog
who followed me wherever I would go.
Nobody in my family cared for him,
for only I he loved – that Eskimo!

Into my arms he’d leap when I got home
from having worked. He’d wait beside the door
and know instinctively that I’d be coming.
No other doggie could I have loved more.

It happened

Alien Visitation of the Friendly Kind In Peace

From a distant astral plain they came
journeying forth in search of other
similar like life entities 

And once they had eventually arrived 
what they found and we're greeted with 
and discovered was a civilization and race 
of intelligent beings in discourse and
at odds with everything 

Where war was an everyday staple 
life had little or no

Visitation

Dreamed about my mother
Who comes to me when I am in pain

Not to my reckoning through woo woo land
Otherworldly celestial plain

Implanted she was the first time
I was held warmly to her breast

As the antidote to what ails me
She comes when I am under test

In this dream of mine she was dying
We stood doing dishes side

The Gentleness of a Visitation

Like a young heart, the sun outshines, 
    flirting with the billows of clouds, 
      leaving a gentle kiss on the blushing horizon.  

  Cry of mucking gulls above, 
    visit the no longer alone, white laced-topped waves;
    

Visitation

I don't remember if the invitation 
Came late at night or early in the morning, 
If I arrived by carriage 
Or if I made my way on foot 
To the palace entrance, 
If the royal guards escorted me inside or not, 
This I do not know. 
All I remember is standing before the King 
And

Ask For a Visitation Dream

People go along in their life and then bam. Dead. Deceased. Kaput.
Survivors sit by a headstone and talk to them. I am not kidding!
They are not in there, folks.
Their body is nothing. The soul is their essence.
The sitters are now spread eagle on the graves, sobbing.

What the what? Do they not believe in a soul?

A Visitation Memory

One night my dear dog, a miniature Eskimo
which I’d been forced to give to a no-kill shelter a few years earlier
appeared as I slept. Waking, I saw him on my bed!
Into my arms he leapt! With joy and surprise I pressed
my face into his long white fur. I could feel him and inhale his scent.
Oh,

Visitation

I am hooked deep inside my cavern-hanging host
   replicating in cosy subterranean cell
   night-time radar feeding my needful innermost
   viral reservoirs overflow with gruesome gel

   I slurp onto scaly creature, grimly scuttling
   fissures unfold, revealing gory condominium
   caged meal within a meal, proximity

Visitation Time

Faint barks, evening, wind, and rain
I'm standing outside these gates again
staring at her long twisted cobbled grey 
She'll be pleading and crying for me to stay
Teary-eyed,.. as I start to shake

You see, it's my witching mother
Changing eyes, I remember
Each day a day in mid-November
The whiskey called "screams," and her flaking skin

Unrepentant and filled to the

October Visitation

October Visitation

A peeking orange smear
Talked to the lad inside his head,
When he was eight and nine months,
On a breezy October twilight in 1960,
As the orange light told him silently,
To go to the river's edge behind the red house,
To go there and see what it wanted him to see.
Night’s shawl of descending gray began its covering,
As

A Prayer of Visitation

A Prayer Of Visitation
By: Tom Wright
3/98

As visitation begins this day,
as Spring has filled the air.
Guide me, Lord, upon my way,
to show others that I care.

Accelerate my steps, o Lord,
pray, hear my humble plea.
That as I share your word,
my thoughts remain on thee.

But candid words let me speak,
that in this work I'm not inept.
Though at times

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