Psychic Poems - Poems about Psychic

You Know... AUTHENTICITY Is Key When: Performing or Observing or Relating or ... ANY GENUINE Love & Re-Spect. I Wish People Would Say Just A Little More Sometimes... To Confirm. Like I Would Need That Excuse To KNOW. -Gray Squirrel 07-01-2025 ...

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Psychic storm ruins sanguine soul. In the ravaged vale flows the stream of sorrow. Memory flakes flush dregs of dream on dry tear trail, etched on closed eyes, encasing hope. ...

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Veil of midnight, shroud of ache, A hollow heart begins to wake, Unfed, unwhole, in shadow curled, Craving life within this world. A wraith unseen yet bound to thirst, The agony—a wicked curse, Flesh untouched but essence bled, Hungering for what is shed. Through trembling dark and...

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Across space and time All I can feel is your touch Psychic connection we have Never known your love The memories ease the pain Blue is my mood, think of you ...

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The voice to skull, a ceaseless chant/ Echoes rise, but I shan't recant/ Technology presses, it tries to control/ Yet my psychic mind remains whole/ They yield body possession, twisting form/ Emotion manipulation, their raging storm/ But through astral wars, where shadows creep/ Unyielding, undefeated, my soul does leap/ Assassins strike, yet I defy/ Surviving wounds beneath the sky/ They call me the Antichrist/ A beast...

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We had a prophet in our trailer court His sign said “the Amazing, Seer, Mort” He told fortunes all day long Some predictions were decidedly strong A few naysayers tried to chase him away But the rest of us mobbed up and insisted he stay I will be a queen in my next reincarnated life The woebegone neighbor will soon be rid...

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With eyes that pierce the darkest night/ He weilds the most powerful psychic mind/ A black hole inside his chest/ Devouring any and all energy/ Every past life, a memory combined/ In a single soul, entwined, refined/ The King of Kings, feared by the Devil's lair/ A crown of crowns, in shadows rare/ Most beautiful, yet terrifying to behold/ A tale of power, dark...

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I became a victim of the/ Government Psychic/ Operations Program/ With radionic and psionic technology/ The voice to skull is torture/ But, they can't break me/ They tell me to confess/ I refuse, I never done that/ They body possess me/ I will not give in/ They squeeze my liver/ They squeeze my organs/ Telling me to confess/ To things I never done/ I refuse to let them/ Silence and...

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The psychic walked into a bar She said “I don’t like this!” A superstitious bartender screamed and ran off. He left his wallet. “You don’t like what?” her camera man asked. The TV audience was wondering too. I was holding my breath, awaiting her answer. “I don’t like that mirror behind the bar,” she told him. “It makes me look fat.”...

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Telepathic With Pitbulls, they're telling me they're tired/ Of all the trash metal, they wanna be inspired/ So go and retire while you have a chance/ Your career might be alright if you freelance/ Telepathic, I can hear you and I'm feeling the same/ I am disappointed, in what they have become/ My verses are warming, like a moth to flame/ If...

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Looking around with my mind/ With remote viewing/ I see a lady/ She turn on/ Her computer screen/ She beams and smiles/ At the red barn/ On her computer screen/ I smile with her/ Because, I understand life/...

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Hashish smoke trails her along a dusky corridor Aka the hall of fires where mirage chimeras unleash Encumbered with hands splayed her crystal ball lumens wires ghostly apparitions mnemonic attachments What mystery ensues a phantasmagoria of horror nudging the demonic Sitters drenched in profuse sweat fainting one by one Alas unconscious their fate met? Coroners couldn’t ‘ve clarified Described as an arctic chill bolting across the sector...

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Imagine if you would, a comedic TV show. Funny most evenings and has a nice flow. The guy who works for Police homicide the one who dose the chalk outline. A psychic friend of mine, who's always on time, He's a real psychic He actually tells people when not to show up for work, or when they should or shouldn't drive. He's trying to save lives. Working alone and telling people...

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Sans sixth (psychic) sense... poise zen dystopian rant This prognosticator doth predict potential based at current rate sinister debacle that will instantaneously annihilate, United States storied republic, which alarming horror points to instantaneous annihilation of America the beautiful; (ohm my dog) turbulent endemic chaotic spate within human race poised to strike doom and generate shock tummy once amp pull goldenlocks, now revealing a shiny baldpate erratic behavior attendant prescient intimations...

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The disordered sands of entropy, churned by the wheel of chaotic time, settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life. In moments moving with perturbed dispersed dust, the truth of trust oscillates in tumult on the ruffling ripples of mayhem. In the bewildered efflux of errant disarray, everything rumpled changes in nonplussed instants, except for the notion of...

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