Poems about Fate and Destiny
#fate
Poetry about destiny and fate. Here you'll find poems about the belief that a hidden power controls our life and future. Also ideas around the ultimate fate of humanity.
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Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
A gentle first kiss
and quick exchange of breath
holding hands in the setting sun
or maybe one night stands
our quest for humanity
in an inhumane world
Close only counts in
horseshoes and hand grenades
but love belongs on the list
as we continue to try
with Sisyphus as guide
our Herculean task
to find where we belong
and a heart all our own
Strangers seeking eyes
across a sea of mankind
dreaming of a gentle touch
and all consuming love
that only exists in fairy tales ...
and quick exchange of breath
holding hands in the setting sun
or maybe one night stands
our quest for humanity
in an inhumane world
Close only counts in
horseshoes and hand grenades
but love belongs on the list
as we continue to try
with Sisyphus as guide
our Herculean task
to find where we belong
and a heart all our own
Strangers seeking eyes
across a sea of mankind
dreaming of a gentle touch
and all consuming love
that only exists in fairy tales ...
#fate
#hope
#love
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the fable of Jesus
The Fable of Jesus
Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, he didn't
whether he was a Semite, his father, the renowned
the wood craftsman had green eyes and knew
a few phrases of gallic monks had visited until
the Rome administration banned them
Jesus, to please his father, built a bookshelf, it was
It was so bad his younger brother had to take over
Jesus took umbrage and moved to Jerusalem, where
he hung out with radicals of his time
he was good at talking and soon became their leader
there are a few girls in Jesus's fellowship
one of...
Jesus was skeptical of his tribe, he didn't
whether he was a Semite, his father, the renowned
the wood craftsman had green eyes and knew
a few phrases of gallic monks had visited until
the Rome administration banned them
Jesus, to please his father, built a bookshelf, it was
It was so bad his younger brother had to take over
Jesus took umbrage and moved to Jerusalem, where
he hung out with radicals of his time
he was good at talking and soon became their leader
there are a few girls in Jesus's fellowship
one of...
#astrology
#atheism
#curse #fate
#curse #fate
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After
Walking far away
Until echos fade out
Slowing…
Ebbing so softly
Until cracks rescinder
Permitting skin to recover
That brokenness may cease meaning a heart can reanimate
Floating
Across fields
Toward welcoming lights
Glowing
Inviting the lonely
Offering safe passage
Calling misfits home
Making one feel special
High mindedness, so heavenly
Now on wholesale
Hurry now
Time is running away
Many will not find
Although many search
Desperate people chase ...
Until echos fade out
Slowing…
Ebbing so softly
Until cracks rescinder
Permitting skin to recover
That brokenness may cease meaning a heart can reanimate
Floating
Across fields
Toward welcoming lights
Glowing
Inviting the lonely
Offering safe passage
Calling misfits home
Making one feel special
High mindedness, so heavenly
Now on wholesale
Hurry now
Time is running away
Many will not find
Although many search
Desperate people chase ...
#fate
#spiritual
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Change of tides
There have been a few Important 8n my life.
My mother, father, my children, My Wife.
I would trade everything to have yall back.
You are all in heaven, I'm slipping into hells Crack.
I hate this world, I despise the gods, me most.
Here I am flesh blood still a ghost.
From lightning, bullets, knives, bombs, I'm here.
Hanging, burned, ran over, your hate is clear.
Teary eyes to the sky we feel the same.
Billions on Earth you don't know my name.
I've been to war with the devil we know it's true.
You kept...
My mother, father, my children, My Wife.
I would trade everything to have yall back.
You are all in heaven, I'm slipping into hells Crack.
I hate this world, I despise the gods, me most.
Here I am flesh blood still a ghost.
From lightning, bullets, knives, bombs, I'm here.
Hanging, burned, ran over, your hate is clear.
Teary eyes to the sky we feel the same.
Billions on Earth you don't know my name.
I've been to war with the devil we know it's true.
You kept...
#curse
#dark
#fate
#hate
#morality
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Epitaph
And the graves dances on my flower's death
I spawn worms on my tombstone 's epitaph
and leave them on earth to die without date
as i dwell with a pen stabbed in my hand .
And now, i smell their stench of soul's death
as they stand at my grave;, they rot in flesh
today, i am as dark as the inked air of my veins
as cloudy as the pages' sky, frowned at from beneath
How yellow their faces shine with envy and grudge
as they stick a thorn in my backs' flowering rose
a kabbalistic tribe, and black magic smeared my face
not...
I spawn worms on my tombstone 's epitaph
and leave them on earth to die without date
as i dwell with a pen stabbed in my hand .
And now, i smell their stench of soul's death
as they stand at my grave;, they rot in flesh
today, i am as dark as the inked air of my veins
as cloudy as the pages' sky, frowned at from beneath
How yellow their faces shine with envy and grudge
as they stick a thorn in my backs' flowering rose
a kabbalistic tribe, and black magic smeared my face
not...
#curse
#dystopian
#fate #nightmares
#fate #nightmares
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By My Side
It was in those days of youth
When my emotions had held me loyal and true
And though a mountain range of obstacles lay ahead
I just knew that patience would eventually pay off
I waited and waited for her
But the choices we made carved a different path
And we went our separate and distant ways
Far apart and yet still closer to the heart
And it was after a decade
That upon seeing her face again I knew it was real
That ember never died inside of me
Remembering the emotion with all its intensity
Our time had finally...
When my emotions had held me loyal and true
And though a mountain range of obstacles lay ahead
I just knew that patience would eventually pay off
I waited and waited for her
But the choices we made carved a different path
And we went our separate and distant ways
Far apart and yet still closer to the heart
And it was after a decade
That upon seeing her face again I knew it was real
That ember never died inside of me
Remembering the emotion with all its intensity
Our time had finally...
#fate
#LifeStruggles
#patience
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the agonies
from the womb to
the grave
from first breath
to last gasp
matchbox sized
agonies
car sized
agonies
superstore sized
agonies
agonies of every
imagination
the blunt force
trauma of the
everyday
the persistence
of agony like
nagging mosquitoe
bites upon our
pale flesh
like the last hand
held
the last hand
pulled
away
the last kiss
given
the last kiss
received
the last love ...
the grave
from first breath
to last gasp
matchbox sized
agonies
car sized
agonies
superstore sized
agonies
agonies of every
imagination
the blunt force
trauma of the
everyday
the persistence
of agony like
nagging mosquitoe
bites upon our
pale flesh
like the last hand
held
the last hand
pulled
away
the last kiss
given
the last kiss
received
the last love ...
#fate
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Diem - NaPoWriMo 28
When a day starts
it is unknown for all of us
how it may play out
For when we rouse from that slumber
whether it is in the radiant light of the Sun
or sheltered in night's embrace
What wonders will come?
Yet with an open heart
each day breaks through
as a herald of
opportunity and occasions
from within the chaos that is life.
it is unknown for all of us
how it may play out
For when we rouse from that slumber
whether it is in the radiant light of the Sun
or sheltered in night's embrace
What wonders will come?
Yet with an open heart
each day breaks through
as a herald of
opportunity and occasions
from within the chaos that is life.
#dawn
#fate
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Anniversary
Every year, it comes
unbeknownst
that quiet hour of passing
that date awaiting etching to
marble memory
and I
oblivious to finality
marching, marching, marching,
my matters to attend
I do not bend
to notice
nor pause consideration
to the end
This graceful anniversary
shall come reversed
no wine
no candles
and unrehearsed
unbeknownst
that quiet hour of passing
that date awaiting etching to
marble memory
and I
oblivious to finality
marching, marching, marching,
my matters to attend
I do not bend
to notice
nor pause consideration
to the end
This graceful anniversary
shall come reversed
no wine
no candles
and unrehearsed
#aging
#death
#denial
#fate
#TruthOfLife
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Dark Furrows
the sun bent on the skyline
a few hours past zenith
the mist lands 'pon the pines
the mute river runs beneath
i left the small town behind
riding across turned fields
the few drops of winter rains
gave dead earth nothing to yield
a lonely patch of green land
where the sky has somehow kissed
where the children had once passed
the harmful hands, blindly missed
i cast an eye onto the blue,
dark furrows stretch till the end
green trucks slash the thirsty lands
crop this year will never grow
a few hours past zenith
the mist lands 'pon the pines
the mute river runs beneath
i left the small town behind
riding across turned fields
the few drops of winter rains
gave dead earth nothing to yield
a lonely patch of green land
where the sky has somehow kissed
where the children had once passed
the harmful hands, blindly missed
i cast an eye onto the blue,
dark furrows stretch till the end
green trucks slash the thirsty lands
crop this year will never grow
#curse
#fate
#morality
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
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the last viking
The Last Viking
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
There had been a storm, that uprooted
an old oak that exposed a gave
the grave of the last Viking, a rusty
sword beside him its grip was made
fallen stars, he had been a chieftain
When everybody had gone home for tea
the Viking checked his body
he was a skeleton and nude about it
In a workman's hut, he found
an overall and boots
The last one to say him was outside
a lingerie shop was an elderly lady
she thought he was trying to masturbate
who can blame him after being dead
for 500 years, he...
#apocalypse
#fate
#luck #mythology
#luck #mythology
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Shooting Stars
we both gasped
looking toward the night sky
and pointing in opposite directions
relevant to the nature of our journey
separated by lack of communication
yet our inclinations brought us back together
to stand here in awe at the beauty
of a celestial show
stars showering in motion
across the horizon
drawing a line
to your heart from mine
tying us into an embrace
with fingers interlaced
looking toward the night sky
and pointing in opposite directions
relevant to the nature of our journey
separated by lack of communication
yet our inclinations brought us back together
to stand here in awe at the beauty
of a celestial show
stars showering in motion
across the horizon
drawing a line
to your heart from mine
tying us into an embrace
with fingers interlaced
#FallingInLove
#NaPoWriMo2024
#stars
#wife
#fate
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