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.
Child of the Universe
Sashays through the Milky Way, feminine charms on display
flaming red silk floats, stars beneath her feet gloat.
she knows the universe is envious, of course
she glides past Jupiter amid it's swirling storms
weaves among the many moons then rides on rings of Saturn
Neptune draws her in, the cold penetrates her skin
waltzing on her tiptoes, strolling in the clouds
skirt ripples like sea tides, rhythmic winds collide
Sashays through the Milky Way, feminine charms on display
flaming red silk floats, stars beneath her feet gloat.
she knows the universe is envious, of course
she glides past Jupiter amid it's swirling storms
weaves among the many moons then rides on rings of Saturn
Neptune draws her in, the cold penetrates her skin
waltzing on her tiptoes, strolling in the clouds
skirt ripples like sea tides, rhythmic winds collide
Sashays through the Milky Way, feminine charms on display
#fate
#mythology
#luck
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Thee Allegory of a Pumpous Ass
The pump handle is broken,
(like Out-of-Order), and all
the watchman can do is stand and
laugh, having forgotten the protocol
for dealing with a prodigal pump.
(pump pump pump, tha's all i can do
is pump pump pump, Round about
and straight away, it all comes back
to the pump.
So many time-worn (out) religious idears
that i must vomit on my shoes,
while some dickhead robs the pantry,
and another primes the pump to pump
away the primary waters that have brought
so much
...
(like Out-of-Order), and all
the watchman can do is stand and
laugh, having forgotten the protocol
for dealing with a prodigal pump.
(pump pump pump, tha's all i can do
is pump pump pump, Round about
and straight away, it all comes back
to the pump.
So many time-worn (out) religious idears
that i must vomit on my shoes,
while some dickhead robs the pantry,
and another primes the pump to pump
away the primary waters that have brought
so much
...
#religion
#faith
#fate
#morality
#curse
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True Poetry! Spirituality
True poetry is real no matter how fancy it may be made to be!
even simplicity has its uses in the end to understand the greater good!
Jesus has preped god for the coming, the second or the third or the first i donno hahaha but he is believe it
NWO is coming and so is he with it bringing eternity in this astral plane
GOD is afaid of being neglected and feared so dont judge him or fear though through me he speaks to you in unison
he needs time to prepare and understand you creatures such angry little basterds, please be good he says
for he is COMING...
even simplicity has its uses in the end to understand the greater good!
Jesus has preped god for the coming, the second or the third or the first i donno hahaha but he is believe it
NWO is coming and so is he with it bringing eternity in this astral plane
GOD is afaid of being neglected and feared so dont judge him or fear though through me he speaks to you in unison
he needs time to prepare and understand you creatures such angry little basterds, please be good he says
for he is COMING...
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
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Human but the Universe speaks
you are LOVE underneath
you know it and you will find it to be true
the universe speaks to you and it will all be as in every movie
just open up to your potential lady , you me and everybody
this is a university
and we need to learn the truth about what can set us free!!
Can you FEEL me!!?
you know it and you will find it to be true
the universe speaks to you and it will all be as in every movie
just open up to your potential lady , you me and everybody
this is a university
and we need to learn the truth about what can set us free!!
Can you FEEL me!!?
#rebirth
#fate
#spiritual #philosophical
#spiritual #philosophical
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EIDOLON
The snow falls, heavily
Like frozen tears from you
Buries the monolith
That we built for our love
Our hearts rest in pieces
Scattered in our grave
But I still see your face
When I sew shut my eyes
And I love the way your ghost haunts my memories
The world tried to break us down with its tragedy
I know the eidolons of Elysium worship you
Because you are my world of death in the afterlife
My soul in a glass globe
Of this winter wasteland
The storm of your tremors
Shaken by your embrace
The pain is...
Like frozen tears from you
Buries the monolith
That we built for our love
Our hearts rest in pieces
Scattered in our grave
But I still see your face
When I sew shut my eyes
And I love the way your ghost haunts my memories
The world tried to break us down with its tragedy
I know the eidolons of Elysium worship you
Because you are my world of death in the afterlife
My soul in a glass globe
Of this winter wasteland
The storm of your tremors
Shaken by your embrace
The pain is...
#love
#grief
#fate
#ghosts
#curse
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Coffee Stains
Having beautifully vivid dreams
only to wake up into realities nightmare
really messes with my attitude.
Sorry I am a bitch but in my dreams I'm
extremely rich, waking up to find out
I'm still broke and have to work turns
me into a fucking jerk.
She wipes sleep from her eyes just
to realise shes already late for everything.
only to wake up into realities nightmare
really messes with my attitude.
Sorry I am a bitch but in my dreams I'm
extremely rich, waking up to find out
I'm still broke and have to work turns
me into a fucking jerk.
She wipes sleep from her eyes just
to realise shes already late for everything.
#dreams
#fate
#luck
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Cinders (more like ashes!)
i am so contrary......no i'm not!😏 in drama today, due to peeps not being well, i had to multi role play in Cinderella-adult version... (oh no i didn't) as did the other one that made it (oh yes she did) so first of all i was the horrible step-mother aka bitch, then transmogrified into the fairy godmother, and then the handsome prince, and turned into a toad!(not really). then we swapped, so i became Cinders. what a drama! i told them, all two (love an audience!) that i once wrote "Cinders, running off with a Handsome Prince, could result with the undoing of Buttons!" (how we laughed,...
#fate
#funny
#surreal
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Fate of the flake
Late night finds me
Tuned into dreamworlds
the real words begin
To form from compost ruins
An old creek opens it's being
Crystalized notes voicing winter
Breathing white fume gown
Around a fading moon
Oh cruel prudent eyes
Have been placed upon me
Declaring my love to the snow
And flakes fall frivolous
Petalled
In wild purpose
The number
and colour
of
Here
https://youtu.be/bix0Mx5ZSaE
Tuned into dreamworlds
the real words begin
To form from compost ruins
An old creek opens it's being
Crystalized notes voicing winter
Breathing white fume gown
Around a fading moon
Oh cruel prudent eyes
Have been placed upon me
Declaring my love to the snow
And flakes fall frivolous
Petalled
In wild purpose
The number
and colour
of
Here
https://youtu.be/bix0Mx5ZSaE
#fate
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Withering Warning
clumsy coal complaining
smothered syllables scrunching
dripping damped draws
feigning fostered flaw
hoisted hood hankering
contracted callous smithereens
on fallible fate
was remonstration raised
taunted tactically trace
daedal diamond sermonizing;
"Dear, make sprees
stanced like fig
etch felon fear
then trade tiers."
19:12:02:11:02
smothered syllables scrunching
dripping damped draws
feigning fostered flaw
hoisted hood hankering
contracted callous smithereens
on fallible fate
was remonstration raised
taunted tactically trace
daedal diamond sermonizing;
"Dear, make sprees
stanced like fig
etch felon fear
then trade tiers."
19:12:02:11:02
#fate
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Suffocation, Where One Would Prefer To Breathe
Photo: SP with Kliban Cat,,,,c.2012, dkzk
Can't write very many letters any more, can't
"come up" wit words that won't fake me off as
a liar.
Abstractly painted into the corner by early onset
old-age (an age old complaint), a multi-chronic broken
heart,
(physical metaphoric), and enough trauma to keep
me laughing laughing, laughing (weeping), forever enough
to make one sick
The Litany has been litanized...
Can't write very many letters any more, can't
"come up" wit words that won't fake me off as
a liar.
Abstractly painted into the corner by early onset
old-age (an age old complaint), a multi-chronic broken
heart,
(physical metaphoric), and enough trauma to keep
me laughing laughing, laughing (weeping), forever enough
to make one sick
The Litany has been litanized...
#fate
#alcohol
#drugs
#food
#funny
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Rendezvous
Rendezvous behind iron gates
the lovely damsel cries
"Who's got the key to the
chastity?"
"How long wilt thou wait
for someone to come?"
And what if he who comes is sire?
Would I then become a liar?
It wouldn't be sire or he would
be the liar
This place is surely dank and wet
and stinks of sweat.
Where is the one who said to come?
Why are they not here?
Too many questions I fall short of answers what am I ever to do?
I will just leave and come back
tomorrow
A key I will borrow
Rendezvous behind...
the lovely damsel cries
"Who's got the key to the
chastity?"
"How long wilt thou wait
for someone to come?"
And what if he who comes is sire?
Would I then become a liar?
It wouldn't be sire or he would
be the liar
This place is surely dank and wet
and stinks of sweat.
Where is the one who said to come?
Why are they not here?
Too many questions I fall short of answers what am I ever to do?
I will just leave and come back
tomorrow
A key I will borrow
Rendezvous behind...
#fate
#mythology
#luck
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Life As Child's Play / Simple Consequence of No Body Home
Here w'ego.
Here we tramp thru killer desert(s),
unmindful that it's made of sand. Each grain
it's own unique uni'verse
But what does this have to do with you?
You were my child, and yet a dear friend.
Weeping's been crazy-wild, becoming the
top draw of my mangled deck, becoming
a noose for a neck of another of god's
sacks of meat and bones always returning to
anonymity
as soon as it self-identifies.
Weeping on
desert sands! What a metaphoric entrail
THAT becomes, doesn't it?
...
Here we tramp thru killer desert(s),
unmindful that it's made of sand. Each grain
it's own unique uni'verse
But what does this have to do with you?
You were my child, and yet a dear friend.
Weeping's been crazy-wild, becoming the
top draw of my mangled deck, becoming
a noose for a neck of another of god's
sacks of meat and bones always returning to
anonymity
as soon as it self-identifies.
Weeping on
desert sands! What a metaphoric entrail
THAT becomes, doesn't it?
...
#atheism
#fate
#redemption
#magic
#luck
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DU Poetry : Poems about Fate and Destiny