Best Capsule Poems

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A shored life
awakes the old
patience is a virtue

a wondrous light
a way for the world
one way passage

yielding trifles
abundant returns
nameless faceless

novelties in scrolls
constant to air
The Book of Life

accounts tallies
clearly visible
hidden from sight

chance of a lifetime
warps through glass
bottled sealed....

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Seeds are nature's progeny en-capsuled.
Life's germ in suspended animation,
Awaiting the trigger to grow, scheduled
By warmth, rain, season to spark gestation.
Tiny seed has script to create tall trees
Using DNA code coiled in germ cells.
Shoots sent skyward, roots down, through the soil squeeze
To play out the process,...

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Will this be consider one
of the pieces left
behind in a puzzling world

I ask who will judge or go
into this time capsule
for themselves just
to find out what was going
on or what they have miss
in a world that was destine
to a system that in some way
we all...

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You try. Everyday you try.
You get up, search, write, you hit apply.
You do the same cycle; wash, rinse, clean.
You hope that in every solitaire, a reply will come after.
You wait, and wait, and wait.
Sometimes, you get nothing, sometimes you get objections.
You try. Everyday you try.
When...

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Submerge into the ocean of an unforgettable history
Love remained as a time capsule
Drown into depth, someone has evoked the same memory

Being alive is being a fool
For an umpteenth time she stumbled
Love remained as a time capsule 

Falling for the unfinished story which yet crumbled
She creates...

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If you could leave behind a time capsule
What kind of things would it hold
It could be something brand spanking new
But to them, it would still be old

Would it be some kind of music?
Maybe your favorite song?
Not any of that beatnik stuff
Well, cause, that would just...

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WHAT IS TIME CAPSULE

I am sixteen stealing my father’s cigarettes.
Learning an independent thought is not valued.

Turn the attention spin. This is a kissing game. 
Pucker up. This is going to be a disaster. 

A smooth whistle, I don’t think he will disapprove
if I drowned until...

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Excited, and hearts beating with anticipation
five of us held hands... declaring, "We're in this together!"...

We rose into the clouds,..as fast as a bullet
In a stainless steel capsule...like amateur astronauts, ...
We looked at each another with wide eyed expressions.
"Such country bumpkins!"...."Do we look it?" I laughingly...

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ME CAPSULE
09-30-2015
Prudence incarnate
Enticing and exciting
Reckless / selfish

Compatible up until
The consumption of chemicals
The emotion blotted, the romance killed.

Imprisoned by her
Enamored and rotted
I writhe in her field.

Lost and forgotten
Heart-lorned and haunted
By her intensity
 Shadows lock her heart
The moon, the night 
Nothing shall keep this apart.

Except for ourselves.
Except...

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Poetic Time Capsule

The words you see from me are
not necessarily a reflection of how I
feel at that given moment.

Sometimes they are a reflection of
a way I felt at a prior time, a moment
caught in a poetic time capsule that,
for one reason or another, was not
released...

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Whats in the news today
and how much snow is on the ground
they say in the paper there is 2 600 homeless people
in my home city
but word of mouth and the people who work in the centers
estimate its more like 5000

so I ask
is this...

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Tight spaced enclosure
Swelling of my own inner expense
A feeling as if it is over it is over 
What else is there to give?
Living as though incapuslated
Fearful of the future for that has gone cold
Never thought of usefulness until my day of old
Memories and recollection of...

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She trickles and puddles in pools of warped fabrications,
With insipid and sheepish defenses,
She clouds my concentration of clarity and washes away the pitiful pigment—
Swallow.
Swallow the mystic pain of proper awareness,
And as the tremor of repulsive reality flumes over me,
Every sense is sharp, cruel, and plastered...

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This is a flag planted in territory I could not hope to control.
A buoy dropped in space that will never be sighted again.
A desperate note protected by a fragile bottle in the fathomless oceans.

Why does a craftsman labor to build an instrument that he knows...

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