Tomorrow
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Let us keep our thoughts
Gated from tomorrow
In this twilight
An ocean, no
A lake, no
A puddle of peace
Left by some unthinking hand
No one’s seen it
I don’t want to know
Let us stay under
This tree painted in shadows
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We can learn from that tree
Waiting, living, silent, peaceful
A shame we can’t stand like trees
We stand like water
Always going down
We all know where
None dare say it
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But let us leave these contemplations
Let us leave tomorrow
For today
Let us live now without a care
Until morning.
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Remembrance of things past
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Let us stop and look
As one towards
This everlasting sunset
Always edging to twilight
Never to reach tomorrow
Never for us to see
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Let us stop and look
At dreams hoisting anchor
Sailing into the sunset
As we chase them
Through this everlasting sunset
Leaving us to go on, turning our heads to the fiery sea
Leaving us to wonder
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Let us stop and look
To the fields behind us glimmering green
In the ever nearing twilight
The world’s down there
Away from the everlasting sunset
But where to go?
But where to wish?
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Let us stop and look
At each other
Dressed in black
Mourning
In this everlasting sunset
Why do we mourn?
Why do we look to the lands behind forlorn?
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Let us stop and look
At this monument
Let us stop and look at ourselves
In remembrance of things past.
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In search of lost time
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I stand so strange
So selfish so arrogant so vain
Longing for something
Longing to leave it behind
But why?
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So many think the same
Think they see the world for what it is
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So much Less than what they see
Pyrite shimmering in imagined light
Not quartz and gold shining summer sunlight
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But I still stand stumbling
Rambling, cursing backwards
Looking still
In search of lost time
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Untitled (birthday poem)
This poem is for abigail, My Muse and my morningstar, happy birthday
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The years
Like tears,
trickle away,
One by one they drip down
Into an ocean.
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But why kneel upon the banks and weep?
This ocean of years is an ocean of memories,
An ocean of hopes and dreams,
A sea love and joy.
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Every drop is a moment in life,
A moment in the river of time.
Every drop is an evanescent world,
Every drop is a drop for your time,
Give thanks, but do not mourn the passing years.
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Time will pass without regard,
It stops for none,
And rarely relents the same chance twice.
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So step off the banks my love,
Step off the banks and swim.
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Hi! I loved the concept of writing short poetry on different topics but regarding time. My most favorite out of the four is"Tomorrow".
My favorite lines are :
"Let us live now without a care
Until morning."
The idea of living in today is what I liked. I loved the idea and concept of all your poems.They are short, simple but at same time very effective.
As far as, grammar part is concerned I have nothing to say.I liked your thoughts.
I would love to read your future works as well.
From: Bhavya
You have a nice way of ending.
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But where to go?
But where to wish?
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So step off the banks my love,
Step off the banks and swim.
Besides that, I feel that the parts that really touch a reader are the more general/abstract bits as compared to visual imagery, if both are present in one piece. Keeping things indirect stokes curiosity and allows for greater scope of personal interpretation (tell all the truth but tell it slant
remembrance of things past; I think it does an incredible job on reflecting on death physically or even theoretically. I took it as theoretical, as for a broken relationship. I really connected to it and I really like to read poetry like this that connects a little but hides a deeper meaning that keeps egging me on for some more. It an amazing poem.
I love all of these, their all so very cute and genuine. In a good way, cute ad in it has a deeper meaning that can be processed throughout other poems too.