Now Poems - Poems about Now

Gonna Fly Now (1976) Let's go the distance. Push against the resistance. Keep pushing no matter how tired you are. Stay strong, run far. There is no day tomorrow. Keep your dreams alive today and forever. This is your time now. Put in the hard work. When the lights are out, work harder. Underground at...

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I procured a booth at ten fifty-nine I was shocked the restaurant was open before eleven Held the door open for the hostess This gives me a bit of writing time Cool down opportunity after my thirty-five minute drive Driving is stressful these days Possibly because I rarely do it I did it for years I am done doing it gave up driving When I...

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We were once small, unable to stand, —supported by hands that guided our land; We crawled, we fell, but we never gave in; We rose up again, and learned to begin. And with each step forward, we grew strong and grand. We spoke in baby talk, with words so unsure, But with time, our voices grew clear and pure; We learned to...

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"I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean." from the song "I Hope You Dance" by Lee Ann Womack When I first saw the ocean as a child, I was in awe of its waves, both mild and wild, crashing onto the shore as I waded through warm sand. Still, its massive presence renders me breathless decades...

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She felt putdown again today She had forgotten about them Parents who never liked her Today she sadly remembered their attitudes well...

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Now See LOOK How Much Of A Loser I "m." Get The Picture? -Gray Squirrel 05-22-2015...

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Father I miss you I wish we were close You're not that far, we're in the same house We eat dinner together We converse by silence, You smile at me, fill the space with jokes and love That we both know I won't respond to. But we pretend, we all do, That we are a happy family. Like I don't just act like you don't exist. You...

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then: I swallowed escape in pastel capsules, my pockets jingled with regret. The nights pulsed— bass, sweat, strangers. Every weekend was a blackout baptism. Every Monday, a resurrection I didn’t ask for. now: I wake before the alarm. Feed cats who love me with a certainty I never questioned. My home doesn’t hum with danger— only kettle steam and quiet purring. then: I stole to feel full, thought hunger was my...

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Don't Start Something Now This Guy Was MEAN to Ghosts. They Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way. -Gray Squirrel 05-17-2025...

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I remember, I remember the pain, I remember the fear. The loss, the anger, the hurt. Friendships I thought might last forever, Torn apart too soon. People I loved now lost to me. Years ago, I wrote a letter, An old song from the depths of my heart. In this letter, I recall The crushing, clenching pain. I thought it was gone, old and fixed, Oh...

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A small, abandoned village, once embedded within woodland. An old graveyard buried under vine and brush. The lost only 30 steps from a busy highway, yet a thousand yards from any recent memories. Only the dead recall this secret history, and they see still the hustle and bustle of life in a growing community one so swiftly surprised by dead ends, unseen internments yet to be covered over. ...

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The 60s brought changes to hair Today, they would make people stare Bouffant look was in Made puffy from thin And teasing- it was the big flare. I was one of those who partook In those days, it was the best look But when it was done I still had some fun In styling it by my...

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Now I understand why ghosts rise from the past, shimmering shadows and whispers, For the past never truly dies; it just hides in dark, deep corners, Until silence can no longer last and echoes begin to sing again, It’s in the mirror, in the voice that sounds like mine, in that endlessly repeated "I’m fine." All the things I've...

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mother child nestled encircled sings a lullaby shouts rebuke forever giving endless forgiving cuddles with soft hands scolds with look of eyes a candle that gently guides a flint that fires up the child kisses heals with tender grace hugs forgives all falls from grace silence teaches more than words songs unsung are yet...

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Bleak, Bitter ! Now dragging dull days. Too long Past and too short Future At present, in senile decay. Does not matter, rue or rapture. No dynamism., life stagnant, ...

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