Best Now And Then Poems
Now And Then
My heart still thinks about you – Now and Then --
My arms still want to hold you – Now and Then –
And, even though I know you’re gone,
Your mem’ry just keeps hanging on
And I still think about you – Now and Then.
My friends all ask about you – Now and Then.
I tell them I still see you – Now and Then.
Though you have someone to take my place,
When I close my eyes I see your face –
And your mem’ries, they still haunt me – Now and Then.
My heart keeps on rememb’ring
How much I loved you so –
And though I know it’s over –
My heart just won’t let go.
And, when I think about you – Now and Then.
I always see a love that should have been.
My life will never be the same
‘Cause I’m always haunted by your name –
Each time I think about you – Now and Then.
Yes, I still think about you, Now and Then.
Is this the world that was so young
and fresh and fair but yesterday?
From leafy bows the robin sung
Is this the world that was so young?
Wild bees upon the clover swung
And grove and field with bloom were gay
Is this the world that was so young
and fresh and fair but yesterday?
Is this the world that was so young
and fresh and fair but yesterday?
Sere leaves beneath our feet are flung
Is this the world that was so young?
As if wild hands spectre wrung
Hither and thither, sobbing, sway
Is this the world that was so young
and fresh and fair but yesterday?
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October 9, 2014
Form: Triolet (Iamb Tetrameter)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second place win
Contest: Structured Forms Iamb Verse III by Giorgio V.
Every now and then
I come to you
A climbing jasmine
through the window
of your heart
a perfumed smile
'neath cashmere sheets
a sweetened scent
in waking thoughts
an empty porch
with swinging dreams
Every now and then
I come to you
a hush-hushed whisper
on a restless night
a drop of sunshine
on winter lips
a tender touch
upon bare-shoulder
a yearning moment
in ardent kiss
Every now and then
I come to you
a melting snowflake
upon your lash
a silent breeze
tickling your cheek
soft gentle wind
behind your ear
a vivid memory
a vision gone
a lingered breath
which once was here
Every now and then
you come to me
yes, you come to me
Now and Then
I’m writing you in cursive script
Despite computer minded folk
And cell phones where you always spoke
You’re looking at a clock instead
All other sites are just as dead
But with my plume I let you know
So you can feel the silken flow
My passion with my written word
That you may cherish and be stirred
As in a poem you never heard
The generations have evolved
Millennials cannot recall
The time we dipped our pen in ink
and crammed our mind to send a link
To hope my words connect our troth
And love you as my solemn oath
©Ralph Sergi August 29, 2016
NOW AND THEN
NOW AND THEN I WONDER
ABOUT THE THINGS WE DO
NEVER IN A HURRY
CARING AND KNOWING I LOVE YOU
YES I FEEL THIS JUST FOR YOU
WHEN I'M AROUND YOU, I FEEL SO WELL
HOPING, WISHING, WHAT TIME CAN TELL
I OFTEN ASK IF SHE REALLY CARES
THINKING AND HOPING, I HAVE LITTLE TO FEAR
EVERYDAY THAT YOU ARE NEAR
HOW EMPTY I FEEL INSIDE
AS I HAD FELT SO MANY TIMES BEFORE
REACHING AND HOPING THAT THIS IS RIGHT
REPLACING MY HURT EACH AND EVERY NIGHT
YET SO MANY WILL TRY AGAIN
WITH SORROW AND PAIN TO MAKE THIS END.
I THINK OF ALL THE GOOD TIMES AND BAD
LOVE IS GOOD BUT KIND OF SAD
SWEETNESS IN HONEY MATCH WITH YOU
ONLY THE ANGELS IN HEAVEN, COULD BE AS SWEET AS YOU
NOT ANYONE CAN DO WHAT YOU DID FOR ME
FEELING SO CONFIDENT AND SURE
OVER THE THINGS WE EXPERIANCED BEFORE
REACHING AND HOPING FOR A BRAND NEW START
EACH AND EVERYDAY YOUR IN MY HEART
VICTORY WILL SOON BE NEAR
EVERYDAY WE WILL FORGET OUR FEAR
REACHING AND SEARCHING FOR A BETTER YEAR
NOW AND THEN
Tell me how you know it's now
by lines across an old man's brow?
Before it came, it’s come and went.
A wispy trail, a non- event.
Found within or found without
It always seems there is no doubt
Reality is limited to our years,
Our hopes, our dreams and all our fears
But did they ever re-exist,
or were they just a timeless shift
in human thoughts, to never know
except when death redeems the blow?
Then perhaps answers shall appear
within the light it to make it clear
that now and then, when understood
becomes no more holes in balsa wood.
CAK 6-15-2014
My love for this, the fourth season,
Lives within it’s own secret joy,
‘Tis all so very pleasin’,
To watch Nature employ,
Her whims on this Florida boy.
The warm soft breeze from the Okee lake,
Seductively luring the snowbird crowd,
Fluttering flowers for heaven’s sake,
Nudging wisps of cirrus cloud,
Stirring souls to meditate.
How I longed to follow where Robin wings bent,
As I watched them gather and circle away,
After Autumn season was well spent,
Knowing my friends could not stay……
The fierce winter is why they went.
I would wave to my garden grubbing friends,
Who spent months scolding me for a worm,
I would surely miss them by summer‘s end,
And each fall my resolve was more firm,
As winter’s hearth fires I would tend.
Fate has smiled for me I’m happy to say,
Winter is here for this now a Florida boy,
And my friends are on their way,
To live, visit and help me enjoy,
This lovely winter ‘til May!
For Carol's " Welcome Winter" contest
Every now and then you come to me
A starlit voyager upon a late winter eve
A solitary knight riding through winds
'neath soft soaking rain
You wear my heart on your sleeve
Every now and then you come to me
to these silent halls of my daring arms
you whisk me off my feet
We share our first intimate dance
face to face with a sweet sour faith
of a forbidden release
Every now and then you come to me
like pearls of settled dew covering my hair
Your fingers weave threads of emotion
as you whisper forgotten promises in my ear
Every now and then you come to me
Like hot showers of wild fire
burning a thousand kiss
a thousand kiss still trailing
on the bare glow of my hips
Every now and then you come to me
an evanescent moment of stolen bliss
a leaning shadow beside my pillow
A slipping thought touching my lips
Now and Then in 2017©
There was a time when I was younger
That there was this constant hunger
Time has passed and the years have flown by
Sometimes joy and laughter, sometimes a good cry
Vows kept under the stars we met
A grandson that keeps me young without regret
Where once I had a great left hook
I now rely on Facebook
I could compete at a track meet
What I do now is Tweet from my seat
In lieu of at the rink with my team
I’m Linked In to the latest dream
Before, at the diamond with a bat
After, I share the world with Snap Chat
Amazon was a great river in Brazil
Now an eCommerce site with a bill
Past, hanging out at the mall looking for chicks
Present, replaced by watching Netflix pics
It used to be four on the floor
Instead my best friend is an I Phone more
Many hours once spent polishing chrome
Replaced by Google Chrome in your home
Parallel parking used to be a real pain
My car parks by itself again and again
At the pumps no more
The car is electric and less a chore
I find myself often saying
Is there an “app” for that, and then playing
In conclusion I have no dilution of days gone by
The days of yore are long gone and I’m on standby
To give it all a try
Andreas Simic©
In our small community, there was a library surrounded by a playground filled with play equipment for children. There was a large and strong swing set
made of iron. There were also a sliding board and merry-go-round, both large. This swing set was the best, and it was built to last, with no fear of breakage.
Whenever the coast was clear, and if no one chased us off, we'd play for hours. "Coast was clear? What on earth do you mean?". What must be understood is this: In America, I grew up in the 50's and 60's in the rural South. Jim Crow laws were in full force, and that presented a major 'bigger than life' problem that my friends and I had to overcome. There was only one playground in town, and it was for "Whites Only".
However, in this heavy farming community, our playtime was limited and restricted. Because of that, when the 'spirit of playtime' embraced itself around us, we were willing to violate the rules and have fun as long as we could, which usually was a very short duration. It was like flying through the air without wings on childhood aircraft forbidden to us. So many other freedoms that were taken for granted by most kids in America were denied to us; but to play on that vast playground was so much fun and so liberating, that we broke the Southern Rule. I cannot count the many times that we were chased off; but we always went back, again and again.
No. We were not trying to change the world; we just wanted to swing.
No. We were not fighting for civil rights; we just wanted to slide on the boards. We were simply innocent kids, looking for joy rides on the merry-go-round.
If we had a motto, it was not "Let Freedom Ring; but rather, "Let Freedom Swing".
That was over 50 years ago, when Jim Crow was alive and well in America. Now, most people prefer to forget that he ever lived. I choose to remember.*
10192017 Contest, The Sounds Of The Past, Roper; Chosen picture for theme: The Swing Set; 2ndPl;*"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it", John Santayana
(Here comes a husband, a leader, preparing for the war for his people`s right.
A wife, making sure of everything to be perfect before leave and the angry troops who are ready to die after their devil`s death.)
(Departure is terrible, now or then)
I cannot understand, what you say?
Oh! It wasn`t me, who said were they.
They were the one, the ones to loose,
loose their families, friends for you.
It wasn`t asked,
they were happy, free to choose.
But don`t you pity , pity on them?
They had their people, people to loose.
Yes, I do!
I do, I do.
But have no choice, what to do?
Ask them again, tell they are free.
And who wants to stay, let them be.
This is a fight, fight for right.
They will be the one to get their right.
If no one lives, who take rights?
They might be happy with their sad but together life.
(Troops)
No, no.
We will fight.
Cut their head off and get their body chopped.
They aren`t humans but devils,
deserves, not to be sympathized but be killed.
Never freed us but killed, sacked and hanged.
We don`t worry our ship, it will get sank.
But before we sink, kill all of them,
free our land from fear and shame.
We will die happy with no regrets,
Our children proudly will talk one day being great.
Now you heard what they mean,
understand what you have seen.
We will return or not today, telling the truth,
I feel the luckiest since I met you that day.
I love you, my lady, now you go.
Be inspirer, live strong and show.
(weeping)
I am afraid, how will I live?
Me, laying in our comfy bed while you even don`t get sleep.
Sit on a giant table without your presence,
thinking about that my heart pains.
But you go,
go my dear go.
Being a leader I will show.
You fight there, I will fight here.
Tell them your stories and sure they will share.
I love you my man, I love you.
I am the luckiest, I knew.
(greeting goodbye to each others they departed. And fought strongly knowing they will never meet again.)
Now and Then
I’m writing you in cursive script
Despite computer minded folk
And cell phones where you always spoke
You’re looking at a clock instead
All other sites are just as dead
But with my plume I let you know
So you can feel the silken flow
My passion with my written word
That you may cherish and be stirred
As in a poem you never heard
The generations have evolved
Millennials cannot recall
The time we dipped our pen in ink
and crammed our mind to send a link
To hope my words connect our troth
And love you as my solemn oath
Contemporary Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Cecilia Hopkins- Drewer
May 30, 2017
“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil,
who put darkness for light and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter. “
Isaiah 5:20
The state of modern times sheds a dim light
on what is now considered wrong or right.
The present times provide much less insight
to know a right from self-assigned delight-
or what is best now to support or fight?
The world has morphed into a different one
for what is now considered wrong or right.
How simple those days were where I came from.
Old-fashioned values seemed to disappear,
replaced by modern ones that seem less clear.
What was taboo is now approved, with cheer.
What was approved- dismissed as old frontier.
Past times supplied a logic more sincere
on standards made, not knowing they would be
replaced by modern ones that seem less clear.
How simple were the days that molded me.
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Lost in a moment between now and then
gazing ahead at the moon
Calling your number again and again
maybe I wondered too soon
Balanced alone on the edge of a shelf
clinging to what I believe
Looking at no one except at myself
something I’ve yet to conceive
Destiny answers the memories shown
dreams I have placed on the sill
Dance in the shadows of times I have known
somehow it seems that they will
For here I sit on a couch in the dark
thinking if only you knew
Closing my eyes as my thoughts do embark
how much I am missing you
Every handle on every door
spins as if time has a place
Locking the feeling of love evermore
broken this heart that I trace
Now all I have are these echoes I send
tapering off down the hall
Lost in a moment between now and then
silent in spite of it all
Written for the: If only you knew Poetry contest
Sponsored by: Silent One