Best Morrow Poems
Highs
and lows,
come & go,
the tide ebbs ,then
flows
to
cover
yesterday's
footprints on the
shore-
now
no more,
the shadows
of forgotten
flaws,
gone,
self-doubt
left to die-
hope unleashed,flies
high
Woman of Sorrow She o'the Morrow
Drink to her whose sorrow Nay... I'll drink to her on the morrow...
Has aroused a poet's sigh; She who'd set my thoughts a'fly...
A woman who brought tomorrow She from whom I'd borrowed...
What treasure can never buy. Treazure grand from silken thigh...
Her words are penned with sadness Her words o'pen o'gladness...
And often an empty tone; Feelings oft thought as madness...
Along with all those feelings Full cool crost river's stone...
In a sea of tears from feeling alone. A'drift in sea o'tear... o'smile felt hers alone.
Here's to her whose sorrow Here's to she of morrow...
Has made many a poet cry; Whose gift I so shall try...
Her words are read with tears Her words thus through the years...
That rain like love from the sky. Shall be as rain o'love from sky.
Now the sea will drink her tears Aye! I'll toast then on that morrow...
With those we try to hide; Gone thus her fog o'sorrow...
Here's to her whose sorrow As joy displaces fear...
Flows free from deep down inside. When then our sea doth drink her tear...
Mine as well fast by her side...
Elizabeth Wesley Winds of pleazure set high our tide...
So shall I my glass lift high...
To she that sails on winds o'pride.
SeaWolf
Doth thou Parle the night's
Vastidity?
Wouldst be thine haver of thy
Uneyed, thought-sickness strewn umoving
Travels?
Ratherst, it be that, it is thine
trade-fallen quarters; thine debt as
the Militarist is mete by the
Languish bestrewn on thine epochtic mind.
The morrow breaks...
Wipe the sleep from my eyes,
See the tears fall from the skies;
It's raining today...
Take a shower and get dressed,
Feel this burning in my chest;
Where are you today..?
Smell the raindrops on the floor,
Just like your sent I adore;
I am missing you so much...
I love how unique you are,
I've been searching long and far;
And now my search is over...
Breathe for me;
I'm gasping in breath for you.
Bleed for me;
I'd bleed for you today.
Cry for me;
I sob for you when I'm asleep.
Scream for me;
The way I'm screaming for you right now...
O 'morrow be here now,
so I could see that 'morrow's smile,
and 'morrow's lips be waiting less,
instead of waiting more for 'morrow's test.
O 'morrow be here now,
where eyes of day be open night,
and have no fear of if they might;
see 'morrow's love be out of sight.
Heavy shootings and more,
Primitive lead Automatics and their ancient songs, Contemporary Lasers and
these sights of your futuristic DNA-CONTACT-ELIMATOR and more,
Please lets speak to Rome....The very place the revolution will erupt,
Where in this filthy universe will earth's volcanoes gather to Feast and Campaign,
Solitary Military base stations...oh! My lord do take my mind off all these waste,
destruction and sacrificial human flowing blooooo...
The world has gone Deaf and Numbly cold...Alas! All of a sudden she belches a
deep belch,
She has becomes so sweet,warm and cuddly,
My fists have clinged this tight to my wise Quail,
Do Imagine a situation where quails deactivate your high profile bombs like
knockouts or popped chewing gums,
The purge...Our upsurge neither your salient Beards nor Your aged eyes will
hear nor witness such Grave Wars, Disasters,Hate,Destruction,Madness
and....such truthful Bliss...
On later Stages..Pulpits..Podiums and on your fiery Pages shall we uncover the
mystery of those unborn generations who will see tears as flowing blood,
Salute my Napoleone,your Hitler and many kisses to adore this Satanic cool
YANSH,
We the 'Kings of Rome' have seen our impending Doom,
Tell us Now Great Sir...What next steps shall we take,
What shall be done to a-tone for the World's excess iniquities and more,
Maybe a consortium of like minds writing to drive away looming angry clouds,
Still... must there be jacob's troules?
Tell my Grandmothers that we will never take them too far away from their
brooms and Quilts,
Granddads must all cherish those moments Smoking pipes,
In a way, Tommorrow's mind must drift,
Goats must learn to eat minced meat and Salts,
Tell Gretel I love Smoked Salmon along with the freshness of Coconut liqueror
and plumes,
In those Fiery steaming Jungles of tommorrow did i see Marijuana prepared like
Stewed Chicken soups along with a glass of Strong Shepe,
Marijuana broths eaten along with one chicken,Two Mice and a Happy Bowl of
spiced Coconut Rice,
My waists are heavy with Dance..do come lets Prance! to those days of Perfect
Bliss,
Perfect Bliss...Salient Peace after..and only after the Coming of that Revolutionary
Purge.
I cannot explore
which one I hate more
tomorrow that never comes
tomorrow that never dies
If 'tis the morrow ye so ponder...
Or those days so gone before...
Let your thoughts then wander...
So to opportunity explore...
Thus shall end such days of drear...
Gone forever just so quick...
Focus then of heartfelt cheer...
With simple single sudden trick...
Such then all becomes a time...
That cheery will surround your rime...
An end to that which not does please...
Thoughts so felt as southern breeze....
Your rime your heart will then so tease.
SeaWolf
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Quiet slumber drift.
Passing not today, not yesterday, nor tomorrow.
Children successful and church going.
What a bittersweet marriage. I think more sorrow.
There are better days ahead on the morrow.
What holy crown will twine
around the serpent's head
great slouching shoulders turned
draw back my head and wonder 'pon
the wisdom of the world.
Take my hand between those mountains
bring up to the beginning
mighty cawing
mulberry smiles
it is not enough to prove.
These promises are whispered
through dripping pointed teeth
with blood upon the 'morrow
how can you possibly sleep?
Enverated by the history; man's
Credulity, his weakness;
Give upon yesterdays, cause
It will hurt, day's risibleness...
Time is a fulsome mate, let go
Of her mawkish cast;
Hope is all but that is reigning,
Peaking the sinking mast...
Lives as ransom we ought
To pay, for the life meek
Fallen before the past as prey
Redemption do we seek...
To lean upon the future,
Promising rapprochement;
Eternity of brighter days strike,
Seeking each morrow'd mend...
To soar up and repay history's
Debts by making history,
Knowing not what's the best,
We still hope for the story...
The depressing stares to
No more meet, let's abjure;
Ambling the little strech of life,
The world, let's conquer...
Mitigating notions, unravelling
Sorrows into fading
Oblivion far apart, causing
No worry for the coming...
The future let's embrace,
Cause morrow has got its
Own promises, vibrant and vigil,
It's mesmerizing bits...
If you wish your future triumph,
Then let past be your tutor;
Dare do your part, for, as said,
"Tomorrow is the today of the future"...
Calamities come, nudge humans to pull
Apart from past, to forge their world anew,
A golden move of an olden life school--
A gateway from old world to skies all blue;
If geography wills history to repeat
That, earth gets her youth lost in hundred years,
If mankind makes her mind new world to greet,
No greener fronds might flash to wipe our fears.
Hope, man chooses to walk through this gateway
Leaving skeletons of the past aside,
All prejudice, hatred, vultures' greed grey,
All dead ideas on grandeur growth beside,
If only man sticks to the old adage-
Of walking light with Spartan life's luggage!
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Historically big pandemics have happened with a span of hundred years.
Nearly hundred years prior to Corona virus world suffered Spanish flu.
Before that, there was a plague and huge chunk of life was wiped out.
As a silver line, world always saw some substantive change for the better.
This calamity also can be viewed as an opportunity to change.
And change for a better tomorrow , if only....
Sonnets l 16.09.2020 l
To those that can stand the dark silent night
Is a forever tease of shining bright
As the end draws near
Due to the war of the beast
From the sky falls an endless tear
As the arrow falls from the east
Ripples form on the water surface
As our wings take flight
The Earth resurfaces
As the sun shines bright
Where would we fall?
Hero of the morrow
Who should answer the call?
As the world drowns in sorrow
We are loved my friend
Blessed by Gaia herself
With this love she descends
We must prepare ourselves
Our wish for tomorrow will shatter our soul
As we watch the world crumble down below
The world itself has given up on her goals
This is our fate we sadly know
The ripples in the water is tainted with blood
Gone are the trees she loves
Her sorrow covers us with a great flood
Her warning of what happens when push turns into shove
Our dreams are gone
Our pride is no more
The end has already been drawn
By the beast and their war
With this she offers a silent plea
To preserve the beauty we all see
She asks us to end her misery
She asks us to make her free
To the green we all once knew
To the blue that calms the heart
To the birds that once flew
With this mission we depart
The wind shall speak of our return
For the morrow is filled with a pact
In our hearts a passion will burn
As we begin to act
To become the blue that quenches the sky
The Earth will once again foster a life
Shall we become the hero of the rye?
With this we end the war and its strife
Heaven awaits the faithful departed
Our eternal slumber shall become uncharted
sorrows have been shushed,
tears have been hushed.
In anger and angst clutching the fingers into a fist,
bashing the emptiness at the crossroad of emotions.
feeling defeated,
at the rotten place, I have befallen.
turning and twisting the roads trodden,
unanswered prayers for kinder plights.
In solitude secluded from the pleasures of little madness.
In blind faith strutting, for that follows.
In to the cloudy morrow,
in to darkness scorched horizon.