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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2 B (9-16-2024, 1:00pm; Palm Springs, California)
to be
do be
could be
should be
might be
may be
do be
is
tear drops
rain drops
fall like
seasons
fall like
lifetimes
come
and gone
lost to
time
lost to
reason
when all
time
for reason s
gone
now here
am i
standing
on this
fragile cusp
of ripe
for leaving
now looking back
out o...
do be
could be
should be
might be
may be
do be
is
tear drops
rain drops
fall like
seasons
fall like
lifetimes
come
and gone
lost to
time
lost to
reason
when all
time
for reason s
gone
now here
am i
standing
on this
fragile cusp
of ripe
for leaving
now looking back
out o...
#fate
#misunderstood
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
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Night Is Serene
To be immortal would be the sweet kiss of death..
And from my body draw my last living breath..
Into a new life but lifeless yet....
In death I find peace and no regret....
In darkness I hide....
But yet I'm so alive....
A new world to embrace....
A new me, a new face....
Day holds not all the beauty to be seen....
For in darkness a new world is serene....
And from my body draw my last living breath..
Into a new life but lifeless yet....
In death I find peace and no regret....
In darkness I hide....
But yet I'm so alive....
A new world to embrace....
A new me, a new face....
Day holds not all the beauty to be seen....
For in darkness a new world is serene....
#fate
#monsters
#vampires
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Murder of Crows
We are all made of bloodclay
at one with the earth
warm with all directions
wherever they may lead
Molded by measures of love
and the presence of hate
baked by life and
a cob oven sun
My sand brown eyes
with tearless vision
watch them form
circles of oblivion
hovering above my head
A halo of crows
coloring a black witch sky
waiting for me
to trip and shatter
But they misunderstand
the air and the beat
of the sun...
at one with the earth
warm with all directions
wherever they may lead
Molded by measures of love
and the presence of hate
baked by life and
a cob oven sun
My sand brown eyes
with tearless vision
watch them form
circles of oblivion
hovering above my head
A halo of crows
coloring a black witch sky
waiting for me
to trip and shatter
But they misunderstand
the air and the beat
of the sun...
#birds
#curse
#fate
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teenage sluts
sordid fiend I am usure who I am
there are so many identities within me
craving their own way
it hasn't always been true
I heard only one voice as a baby
if the others were there I blocked them out
romance a lover who won't covet me in a jealous nature
I'm a writer and I love to interact with the souls of people
some of the spirits get major crushes on the people I talk to
but they in the immortal sense are fifteen years old
they sometimes add their two cents to the whole nine yards
I am content to listen to their chatter ...
there are so many identities within me
craving their own way
it hasn't always been true
I heard only one voice as a baby
if the others were there I blocked them out
romance a lover who won't covet me in a jealous nature
I'm a writer and I love to interact with the souls of people
some of the spirits get major crushes on the people I talk to
but they in the immortal sense are fifteen years old
they sometimes add their two cents to the whole nine yards
I am content to listen to their chatter ...
#fate
#steampunk
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Officer
longings for something I've never had
wielding the power some women have
my youth was sensitive and shy
became a mommy at fifteen
and after that, I had body issues
along the way, I denied the guys that were genuinely nice
hurt feelings would surely come of it
for some reason, I always attracted police officers
by this time I started using drugs, and my parents
had put me out for having a baby so young
and it was the eighties and I was depressed
my apartment was nice and soon I met the neighbors
they introduced me to cocaine ...
wielding the power some women have
my youth was sensitive and shy
became a mommy at fifteen
and after that, I had body issues
along the way, I denied the guys that were genuinely nice
hurt feelings would surely come of it
for some reason, I always attracted police officers
by this time I started using drugs, and my parents
had put me out for having a baby so young
and it was the eighties and I was depressed
my apartment was nice and soon I met the neighbors
they introduced me to cocaine ...
#fate
#teens
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settles for wisdom the greater fate
hearing the echo in the corridor
your footsteps told me you're leaving
you're leaving and, my soul is shattering
my pneuma is breath of your breath
surrendering to you utterly
my vow I will follow you to my death
my dearest Adonai
if you wish it you will not see me
but like I, you can feel my movements
confession, I get close to people and you take them from me
you and the men say they aren't good enough for me
you harden their hearts against me
and take them away
I am devastated and you want to...
your footsteps told me you're leaving
you're leaving and, my soul is shattering
my pneuma is breath of your breath
surrendering to you utterly
my vow I will follow you to my death
my dearest Adonai
if you wish it you will not see me
but like I, you can feel my movements
confession, I get close to people and you take them from me
you and the men say they aren't good enough for me
you harden their hearts against me
and take them away
I am devastated and you want to...
#faith
#fate
#magic
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Immerse
Angels descend
Raptures burst
Crystal skies
Souls in search
Brushed with wings
Reverse state
Transcend thoughts
Immerse fate
Raptures burst
Crystal skies
Souls in search
Brushed with wings
Reverse state
Transcend thoughts
Immerse fate
#fate
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Rascal of Obtuse
With the solubles and ampoules of twilight's
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
equilibrium and anesthesia eclipsing my soul's
parfum and literary decadence archived in
manuscripts in the ossuary of my bones.
Tapping my tootsies in the disco's flashing lights
of my poetic obsession swapping BS with a
stranger in the manger of my oblivion
in an old Thom McAn shoebox. Listening to
screaming mermaids in my Odyessy
thumbing my nose at cold memories
manipulating my narcissistic rock, yellow
pages in my obsolescence as if the Mad Hatter
and rascal of my obtuse
#dark
#fate
#hate #philosophical
#hate #philosophical
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Putrefying
In quiet earth, the hushed decay
The whispering soil that takes away
A symphony of flesh unwound
To feed the roots below the ground
A slow unthreading of life's seam
A slipping into death’s soft dream
The bloom of dusk in pallid skin
A canvas drawn with veins grown thin
The marrow’s sigh, the sinew’s rest
The bones laid bare in their final test
A crimson river stills to clay
As warmth and breath are stripped away
A banquet for the smallest guest
The life that feasts on life’s last vest
Silent mouths with unseen...
The whispering soil that takes away
A symphony of flesh unwound
To feed the roots below the ground
A slow unthreading of life's seam
A slipping into death’s soft dream
The bloom of dusk in pallid skin
A canvas drawn with veins grown thin
The marrow’s sigh, the sinew’s rest
The bones laid bare in their final test
A crimson river stills to clay
As warmth and breath are stripped away
A banquet for the smallest guest
The life that feasts on life’s last vest
Silent mouths with unseen...
#death
#fate
#happiness #shadows
#happiness #shadows
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Apocalyptic Genesis
In the dim of creation's mournful sigh
As stars retreat from heaven's eye
The watchers stand in spectral line
Bearing the weight of ending time
The firmament bends, the sky is torn
For Genesis lies dead and worn
A warrior clad in shadowed steel
Grips a sword that once could heal
He guards no gate, no light to keep
His purpose lost, his vigil deep
His eyes once fierce now dark and grim
For all is lost that once was him
The herald, silent by his horn
No trumpet calls the new day born
His lips sealed tight, his...
As stars retreat from heaven's eye
The watchers stand in spectral line
Bearing the weight of ending time
The firmament bends, the sky is torn
For Genesis lies dead and worn
A warrior clad in shadowed steel
Grips a sword that once could heal
He guards no gate, no light to keep
His purpose lost, his vigil deep
His eyes once fierce now dark and grim
For all is lost that once was him
The herald, silent by his horn
No trumpet calls the new day born
His lips sealed tight, his...
#apocalypse
#curse
#fate
#mythology
#SixWordStory
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LIKE LACTOSE LAVA FLOW (11-9-1995; Galveston Island, Texas)
words
wordz circle in thermal helixes
like spiraling d n a
they drift and fall out of mind s sky
like spontaneous
subliminal sudden incontinance
like lactose lava flow
like the black ink buzzards they are
opportunistically scavenging themselves
and anything else
they can sink their insatiable
lettered teeth into
as an effectively therapeutic
survival strategy device
to pick my life journey s
dark roads of so many dashed fallen hopes
withered dreams and injured feelings
all these countless roads...
wordz circle in thermal helixes
like spiraling d n a
they drift and fall out of mind s sky
like spontaneous
subliminal sudden incontinance
like lactose lava flow
like the black ink buzzards they are
opportunistically scavenging themselves
and anything else
they can sink their insatiable
lettered teeth into
as an effectively therapeutic
survival strategy device
to pick my life journey s
dark roads of so many dashed fallen hopes
withered dreams and injured feelings
all these countless roads...
#cancer
#fate
#PTSD
#rebirth
#spiritual
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A TINY TRAVEL
Riding on an insect cause I'm tiny Mrs May
A black ant as sugar rages it's hyper way
Passing through the woods I hear some voice say.....
I'm a better ride as I can fly you away
To my surprise, why it's a bumble bee
As I utter back, ok then please take me to see the raw honey...
The bee speaks as it flails and speeds its wings
As you wish, yet do you mind in the journey that I can sing?
A black ant as sugar rages it's hyper way
Passing through the woods I hear some voice say.....
I'm a better ride as I can fly you away
To my surprise, why it's a bumble bee
As I utter back, ok then please take me to see the raw honey...
The bee speaks as it flails and speeds its wings
As you wish, yet do you mind in the journey that I can sing?
#dystopian
#fate
#luck
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