Psychic Poems - Poems about Psychic

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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lucent mind mystique transmuting thoughts flashes on ebon emotions Absolved of self-qualm psychic crystal sparkles bright sense stars’ flare aura, tracing prime trajectory from cosmic soul’s vague abyss. From the mesmeric meadow the mystified shadows shift, sequined gorgeous glitter of seraphic stardust spreads buoyant bliss, the discernment mindscape absorbs the existence halo. Poem forms : Stanza 1-Senryu, Stanza 2-Tanka, Stanza 3-Sijo ...

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Cat tree woman of the psychic variety Feeling spirit in the midst of the oak tree Mystically magically aware of her ability Listening to the ancestors of the cat family Feline spirits singing with melodic voices Giving cat tree woman ideas, but many choices The leader of the feral cats, she oversees her kingdom Doing the best she can to help her...

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Psychic By Michelle Morris 12/11/2022 Now that the fog has lifted I can see the world through the lies No one understands it This ability of psychic minds Born through magic and mayhem Surviving childhood terrors and tears Love and understanding Lacking in all those lonely years The bitterness of memories Made for a stronger intuition Honed by Death and Fate To be a tool for Destiny's missions What...

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Searching for sanity but I’m not looking for profanity. It’s just too much inhumanity. We need to spread love throughout the world and into the underworld and within the spirt world. We live in a lost world. Recycled by the heartlessness . It’s torturous, and filled with worthlessness. Emotions and abstractions of explosions which...

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