Best Future Tense Poems
[They] brush over closed lids
of tear filled eyes,
if only known why,
why they so sorrowfully cry,
but future tense gives none
of secrets way to be held,
and so the dreams fall to cries
and the dreams of futures,
barely tell...
Form:
let today be the present tense.
yesterday be the past tense.
tomorrow be the future tense.
let we be the parts of speech.
you are the noun there,
i am your verb,
you can make the pronoun to talk about the noun,
adverb can't stand without verb,
let adjective be verb which qualifies the noun,
noun you can have the company of preposition,
conjunction shouldn't come between us,
by seeing you i became interjection.
let your surroundings be the sentence.
you be the subject.
make your life verb.
make use of object,
you and you only be the complement.
don't adjust and go and become adjunct.
don't listen the idioms of some idiots.
we don't want to be homophones.
you are the main clause.
i'm your subordinate clause.
without main subordinate cant.,
this is life. enjoy it in grammar's way.....
Under inexorable gravity’s pull,
galaxies often move toward one another.
Closer and closer they come to each other,
till astronomic smashups happen in full.
For no less than two of them, possibly three,
such a scenario has been predicted,
as computer simulations depicted
through the Hubble images researchers see.
Milky Way will have a new identity.
It’s destined to get a major makeover.
Andromeda’s bound for a broad takeover.
Milkomeda’s what they’ll call this entity.
In that head-on cosmic collision in view—
a colossal stellar encounter full-blown—
it is indeed likely our Sun will be thrown
from its present locale to a region new.
The galaxies into each other will plow,
but our planetary realms won’t be destroyed
nor be propelled into an outer space void,
though stars will not have the same orbits as now.
They’ll go round a novel galactic center.
The fate for our own solar system in store
is perhaps to be tossed far off from the core
of the reshaped ellipse that it will enter.
Of course, by the time the collision takes place,
the surface of Earth, without intervention,
will be much too hot for water retention,
because of the Sun’s super-luminous face.
This means no terrestrial life could subsist
or think that the heavens are seemingly strange.
Thus no one we know of would notice the change,
and our worldly woes will have ceased to exist…
For a while, the night sky will be all ablaze
with new star formations in radiant rays,
but at last in the merger’s more final phase
it will look like spilled milk in a bright white haze.
Still there’s no need to fret or to get upset.
This melding won’t start till four billion years hence.
And that’s way away in the far future tense…
So it’s no use crying over spilt milk yet!
~ Harley White
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In the writing exam
Everyone had shaking hands.
Should you use past, present or future tense?
If you say you're not nervous it's just pretense.
In the listening exam
Everyone thinks "I must do better"
In the long task, you find -- "Oh no! A formal letter!"
And you mutter miserably "What's the matter?"
In the reading exam
Your legs are shaking so badly you cannot stand.
There're difficult words that you don't understand
And suddenly you brian turns into mush and sand.
In the oral exam
You're fighting to have your say
After all it's not like chatting with your pals any other day
Your confidence starts to fade.
-- Dedicated to everyone sitting for the HKCEE or the HKALE :)
Hang in there my friends
This misery WILL end!
I’d like to believe so....
I’d like to believe I’m happy
I’d like to believe I have good friends
And I’d like to believe they're all drifting away.. future tense
Tired of swallowing peoples nonsense
Choking on their lies
Throwing up my anger
All I can do is smile sleep slay
Satisfied to my own surprise
Afraid of getting hurt
Different time same reason
Felt like I had nowhere to go
I ran to it
I embraced it
I missed it?
Yea, my mom teacher and friend was called treason
It’s so different when you’re alone
Going places in your head
smelling your way back to where you bled
It’s outlandish
It’s random
It’s startling
And its different every time
One day your game will begin
Then u can decide if u like it
It’s taking me forever to fill out life’s stupid blank
I can never tell what I really want
But like a character in a movie I believe someone is writing my role
Tears.....come back again some other day
I want to learn from them
can’t do that away from them
For if you wanna watch, you're gonna have to stay
I’d like to believe I took the right turn
3rd of November don’t hate me for you might be the worst day of my life
I’d like to believe I am strong enough
...but I’ll let it pass
Aloofness
He fell for it
They all did
And didn’t see that coming
Some say I’m just confused and I’m going to regret it
Some say loneliness is iffy Hayfa don’t fall for it
I drew smiles on others faces
I’m sorry I can’t care
I’d like to believe it’s because I love him..
Ima take a risk
And if end up happy I would smile
And if not, I will not break.
I couldn’t let anyone else in
I don’t think I even tried
Got attached to my escape
Words.....
Didn’t wanna get hurt
someone I cherish once told me it’s going to be worth it
And here I am
Hating on you for losing me
but I have myself to blame now
Scared of being by myself....
Yet scared of being with you
Form:
The ghost of future past lines chiseled upon his face at least they spelled my name right
“Be still. Be still.
Listen for what is real.”
Alleviate congestion
of tomorrows
what will be
for what is held
in future tense
you’re not allowed
to see
“Be still. Be still.
Listen for what is real.”
Release the loads
of yesterday
for they are passed away
Here and now
in this today
allow what’s real
to stay
“Be still. Be still.
Listen for what is real.”
© Debra Squyres
10/24/14
Food for thought
Our hearts are linked by an umbilical-chord;
We feed each other, food for thought.
I lay down my jacket so you can walk upon it,
To save your painted toes from getting wet.
For unbelievable beauty do I see in you my Queen;
I think your daughter sees the Devil in my beard.
I need you to fall in love at third sight,
I’ve only met you twice in this phoenix afterlife.
For as relationships die, new relationships are sought;
My aphrodisiac, you give me food for thought.
For I am lost in lust, just begging for your touch;
So soft upon this metaphor love.
Her I could love with ease, my Liege.
For in her desires I see me.
No I am not being arrogant;
I am simply saying she is Heaven sent.
After a life time of Hell, I now see my past,
Present and future tense.
She is relaxing in a bath, as I go to see if the dinner is ready yet.
The kids are asleep, or watching T.V.,
As my empathetic angel, sings so succinctly.
A song of love, inspired by me,
She tells me later as our family eats.
My love you give me food for thought.
My love for you is eternal. Please become my woman, my girl.
Your parents will always see you as their daughter, (alas)
No matter what happens, they will love you forever.
But I will always see you as a woman first and foremost
And this eternal bond between us should never be severed.
You need a Man to remind you who you are.
You shining star, you are truly inspirational.
You may feel that you are solely a Mothercare;
But I am here to show you, that you are so much more.
You are the sexiest woman on the planet,
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
You my dear are simply J-Lo speaking Spanish;
If my tears are your nourishment, then let it rain.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
There are those I love unconditionally
Regardless of their attitudes, ideas or beliefs.
I love them because everyone is in a state of perpetual motion;
Tension or release…
From the surly bonds of society
Wherein we find ourselves full tilt;
And who’s to blame for all the shame,
Turmoil, toil and guilt?
From past and present participle
To future tense somehow;
Those we love we place above
Ourselves, right here and now.
And there are those we wish to elevate
As high as sky is round;
If you and I could transmigrate
I’d find you up or down.
Don’t ask me why
We laugh and cry
Like children growing still;
There are those we love unconditionally
And additionally,
always will.
"Suddenly you remember an old Chinese tale in which cats once ran
the world until they decided it was too much bother. That's when you
stepped in, another story. Say you get up now and go back to work"
Dian Duchin Reed
I once had a Lilac Point Siamese of royal lineage
who entered our commoner family as a small
ball of silky fur, home-schooled in the basement
until he discovered the joys of the climb.
In time, he grew beautiful, sleek, and mischievous,
loved the warmth of sunshine and stovetop,
delighted in rearranging the coffee table flowers
in front of my egg yolk yellow plastic couch,
(it WAS the seventies, after all). One shout,
and he was out, knowing the rules
of the house, knowing too, noblesse oblige,
that pardon followed hard on the paws of beauty,
intelligence, and a feline sense of humor.
At bath time, cats and water at polar ends
of the tub, I was a Botticelli nude, awash in suds,
cat at breast, his blue eyes black with dread,
and though love prevailed between the species,
when toweled dry, cat fled, taking his righteous,
royal rage to simmer beneath the bed.
We named him "Charlie Chan" for the serial
father of forties' movie fame, Charlie when in grace,
C Chan, shouted out when in the cathouse
with his mom, Super Cat by any name. Daily
reveille was his, crouching bedside each dawn,
minutes to spare by cat time until the alarm clock
triggered a leap into our bed, and a practiced
tread over recalcitrant bodies.
If, as it is said, animals have no sense
of future tense, then Chan, a blessed Buddha
of the interminable now, could not foresee "NO pets"
unwelcomed in our path. Into the arms
of another woman who pledged to love him, I
placed one confused and frightened cat. Now
years past, absence making missing stronger,
I cannot part with the broken heart
I ask this poem to mend.
Yet I can't live my life by every moment.
An urge so strong, not as well spent.
I need the future tense,
I need the common sense.
A feeling I cannot pass,
Life's a splintering glass.
Tell me how to shine,
Show me the life to find.
Your problems so unreal,
Destroying a heart surreal.
I've spent ages unknown,
A life I've not shown.
The hours fall away,
I've not heard your voice today.
Tell me where to go,
Show me who to know.
I heard a voice,
Breaking without a choice.
I've no life within,
You'll give a praise and sin.
Now show me...
Now show me how to live.
Now tell me...
Now tell me how to die.
Year after year, each year's like a white veil --
Green days were tarnished and made a white cast.
Sometimes amazing scenes are like a gale --
Blows off the veils, relives the far, bare past.
Warm winds hailed my ship in the boundless Nile.
Beneath the diamond sky I laid down:
Once 'bove the beach, the stars gave us a smile,
When we thought that "Youth" was our proper noun.
The lamplight's gold foil buoyed by Cam's dark stream.
Eyes closed -- breeze, grass scent -- just my every sense:
I saw Xu Zhi-mo punt towards his dream,
I saw us punt towards our future tense.
The last veil drops: at the O'camp you danced.
Years fled; skin wrinkled but the bond's enhanced.
Pale as a waxy moon of fiery madness,
Love groves and fox gloves wild,
White heat awash with sadness,
My serpent tongue repents, beguiled.
Such fragile understanding, distant, vague.
Hope upon nature's very spears,
Superceeded, rewritten, then engraved,
With the ushering whispers of unknown fears.
To know to fear, sometimes to fear to know,
A useless spiral of under sated suspense,
Innocence so unsuspecting of this icy blow,
Dancing free, unbound by future tense.
Light heralds the easy breathing of denied youth,
A foreign depth of misconception,
Intermingled with eagerness for truth,
And lain bare with needful deception.
All artifacts of the changeful wit of time,
The growth of unchained circumstance,
When simple faith is made sublime,
By the evolution of life's eternal dance.
I have lived my youth, pleasantly, my young friend,
Successes and failures, I've weighed and blend;
Stance, yet, in my inner heart, was so clear,
Like walking on clean roads, I went with no fear;
God was my nucleus; angels surrounded,
Could such life be ever, by evils, ended?
Each-and-every problem I had challenged,
Betwixt challenges and problems, i had balanced;
Love, used to be, the only path of existence,
This had been my past present and future tense;
Has it, recently, changed, my dear young friend?
Have ideas of caste, color, and creed badly blended?
I feel pain in my interiors of heart,
When I hear that you from your conscience depart;
Values, in world-market, like pearls scattered,
Some are, pebbles within, beautifully shattered;
Thoughts, words, ideas, ideals many,
You're, indeed, master, to choose among these any;
I'd just place before you, dear young brother,
Deals to genocide brotherhood, is hatched here;
Live! Love! Enjoy life! It's given to you by God,
Yet, your mite toward compassion should be your reward...!
02 February 2022