Prophecy poems bring the best collection of short and long prophecy poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great prophecy rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these prophecy poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on prophecy are here for you.
The dream of water, in a spiritual awakening… And the journey of Pisces through the astro sea in the shadow of Neptune. The travels of Apollo in the company of Horos and Aphrodite persuaded by the great and terrible creature
Rebirth of an anxiety, of an abstract thought, takes on the impossible of something left between false and true. Out of spite some body was betraying the life. A bodiless lie becomes an imposter beats the truth and walks away.
«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our Dreams and make them shine!» Set free, Your breath smoothens unshaken skies; Your perception scratches unopened realities. Is it a diversion –maybe– for lost thoughts, For lost faces and sins? Looking the other
You are like a dawn, Just beginning to be born. Every struggle, every pain, Promising yourself that never Will it go in vain. All so you can be that someone original, Someone who will always be there for you as
EXPERIENCE THE MAGIC Suspended in time like Like an Irish fairy in a Whirlwind of colors During the summer Solstice caught in a cosmic Grid lock, iridescent crystals And swords born of fire Wind, earth and sea in The days
Speak! My love to tell of how, this arc of circled light Might break upon darkness to dawn with unrequited might. Despair! Rides upon the night, unseen, unfelt, rich with life Through unwanted correspondence pain cuts with a knife To
The displaced years cling to your body like an extended death. I wanted to see what could not be seen by clutching. the lifeless doubts. Emotions play: potentials are threatened. Remaining alert becomes a punishment. I grieve for the dementia,
Dragon on the rise… battle for the Universe And fire in the sky… trouble for Mercury Trouble for you and me…chaos all around World upside down as the Mountains Crumble to the Seas and the day turns into night Every
On wrong side of truth a prophecy burns. A conflict of your own choosing when more was less. Do you need some divine intervention in resolving human questions? The innocence of a sunflower will not blame the moon for dark
The sea so calm, beautiful and bright, Ah! So bondy lovely sight! The assuage wave lashing on the shores, Fishermen eject on their daily chores, But who knew that such a morn would come When the sea would become an
It was a wake up call invoked in the beginning of serene numbness. Under the veiled threat of a moon celebrating the kill. A path in croci; waiting becomes a torture for a saffron sundown, mercury was rising on snowy
Dancing Shadows High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream, dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk. A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall
A cult of sound without lips was growing. The veil had staked its claim. Staying myself I thought I will become you; there would be a lured kill! Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled the sea. Serpent of moon quakes
Hello, Can anybody hear me? I’m calling out There is only an echo. Hello, Are you out there? I need to hear Someone answer. Hello. Can you feel it? The dark and loneliness Is surrounding me. Hello. Can you touch
The bygone time is a handwritten book Every step left behind has its story Sorry there’s no time for us to read in detail for we need to continue the journey in a hurry Sorrow often overwhelms me when nights
This is an account of an incident unexplained, Many say to a phenomenon supernatural it pertained. For no one can answer what happened that evening, When it was dark and the moon was barely shining. A loud cry had resonated
(with apologises to Frost) Maybe the road was long, and perhaps the road was wrong; but did it make you strong, and will you write it a song? Maybe the journey was hard, perhaps your soul is scarred; long as
I don’t trust this calm, This serene state of now Clean and fair is fake, Bitter black holds my charm. Of course we’ll choose the light. Though I love you more on darker days. Burning, shining, crazed but real Pulling
Now that my mother, father and siblings have passed. Yes passed, a dainty word saying, dead, gone, either up in the sky, or down in the ground. At last I have said the words, dead, died, death, leaving me bereft.
We joked it was the bud Of a unicorn horn Assured by the Professionals It would fade as The fontanels shrank Shielding your sprouting brain Cradled it against cold and impact Yet it remained Darker than a bruise Hard like
Every night an invasion to test the faith of the hardiest when you are used to austere bounty carbon dioxide in its capricious plumes scouring dry bedsheets while predator mites squabble over their beloved altar bread fallen from the shanks
”Au revoir” , said the Sun with a smile Sliding down the western horizon Painted in gold and crimson all over Richer than ever in its glamour My gaze followed it till the moment It was no longer visible on
The interior with The stillness Neatness and Coldness Of a tax office Is as awesome and fearful As a cemetery at midnight Some unseen eerie presence Is all over spilling the space Of this cold chest One would be in