Best The Future Poems
I can't believeth all the things I seeth:
the streets with such strange vehicles which wend
their way so apace liketh those gents fleeth
as metal lions. Nev'r has't i penn'd
a sonnet on such vehicles and highways.
Nev'r has't i hath felt so unbelieving.
I might not but tryeth to traveleth all byways.
Above me in the sky, huge birds art leaving.
Of metal too art those gents, which art of charm.
Oh, mine own, the females showeth their flesh,
and how the men art causes me alarm.
And lo, the air! How can the folks refresh?
Tall buildings, so few farms, and such big towns.
So crazy art the folks h're and their sounds!
Jan. 21, 2023 for Anoucheka Gangabissoon's Shakespeare in 2023 Contest
Translated into Shakespearean English
using English to Shakespearean Translator - LingoJam
(I can't be sure that it's exactly right, but I am hoping this is how they actually talked in those times. To understand my poem better, you can go to Lingojam and just reverse the process translating Shakespearean English back into Modern English!)
Just a five minute train ride
But I'm already far, far away.
Staring out through the speckled windows,
Highlighted against the setting sun.
I'm lost in the future,
Thinking,
Endless possibilities on the horizon.
Slowly, like the train slowing to a stop.
I regain consciousness in present,
The busy people squeeze together to get off,
I slowly rise to a stand behind them.
A smile on my face,
Today,
I walk towards those horizons.
Embrace The Line
I do embrace that line- a badge of hope,
which left a shadow of sure death behind.
It represents the power to survive
with feats of expert hands which met the goal.
The need to put one's life on hold to gain
a better one- a promising new fate;
the fight to mend, become robust again.
I do embrace that line, a badge of faith.
A symbol of accomplishment it is;
the chance that claimed a victory for life.
That line, a jagged zipper that secures
his beating heart, amended, good as new.
I do embrace- caress that lovely line-
my darling husband's triple bypass scar.
His faded seam is etched in ivory grace-
bestowing added years of love to share.
Three decades passed, since that fantastic day
when this great miracle expanded time
for both of us to live a healthy life-
a tribute to that line- a badge of hope.
Days of the year will soon be history
Winter is in sleep buds of spring are on hold
Memories of joy and sorrow in your soul
Many tears. . . warm hugs
New possibilities and opportunities waiting for you
Much laughter and joy
Recent storms and new rainbow will come
Something is lost something is won
It's your choice
The sun may not always shine
Both roses and cactus needs water
It is now and the future that apply
26.12.2013
A-L Andresen :)
in shady glens the wild iris bloom
like jewels strewn on dark velvet
in shadows the forest keeps her secrets
life abounds in its silence
the fawn waits patiently
leaves rustled in the wind-early man walked softly
close your eyes and dream
of places untouched by man
the future is now
Barbara Gorelick
written for Constance La France and her contest
4-in-1
He never knew what the future holds,
As he took the steps on the path unknown..!!
With a face that has a glow,
Little did he know there sits an angel,
Nothing like any man had ever known..!!
The first look in her eyes and he lost his heart;
The first words and the time turned slow,
He found the love he always looked for..!!
Days went by and he was happy,
Happy that he saw everyday who he adore..!!
The world was never this beautiful,
A joy that he had never felt before..!!
That day he was sad as he didn’t see her,
He walked alone with thoughts making him cry..!!
Then the little birdie sang,
It was in sweet voice of the Angel..!!
The day was bright again and smiles were back;
His soul was fresh, as his new life began..!!
Each day the birdie came with reasons to smile,
Love began blowing with the wind;
As if she had used a magic wand..!!
The first day of the New Year finally they met,
No one else knew just the two of them;
That day was the first but was their secret..!!
Never did he feel what he felt when she smiled,
With every word she said made his soul sooth..!!
Her touch made his soul rejoice,
She touched his heart the way only an Angel could..!!
His days started listening to her voice,
Every day he woke up early just to see her asleep..!!
Just be with her he did everything a mortal could,
A single tear in was enough to make him weep..!!
He loved her more than anyone he ever loved before,
What family? What friends?
He left all just to be with her..!!
Then, she fell in love..!!
In love with the one,
The one all knew always on a hunt for new doves..!!
She left the one, who left the world for her,
But, she fell in love..!!
No one to blame but he himself..,
He loved an angel..;
Being a mere mortal..!!
He never knew what the future held,
And
Now, it’s time for the final good bye..!!
At the May Fair
tarot readers
spread their beautiful cards
on tables, I rush by
sinking my teeth into a pear;
I resist to give them a try
knowing that I'm too bold,
" Let the future unfold! "
Entered in Skat's contest,
" Tarot Cards "
Pick n.3: The Wheel Of Fortune
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 2/2/2015
What is this resplendent thing that sparkles ahead,
Pacing faster than limbs of incapacity
Beyond the all-pervasive dakness of want?
Could my eyes be playing upon me some sly pervasity,
Seeing things untrue, askew and errant?
Or is it a reality that they will be resewn
The torn bonds that linked me to the world of bounty,
Where I may be returning soon?
I've had a glimpse of the future;
What a beautiful and gorgeous sight!
Streams of milk do freely flow,
And pots of honey glitter bright
Against the blinding rays of a rising sun.
This days of plenty seem set in the Promised Land,
For I see the fertile shoots of a germinating future
Guarded by an armed angelic band
Recruited from beyond the azure;
A fulfilment of a trashed prophecy.
And children of fate weakened by ages of plight
There do sing day and night;
Feeble frames malnourished for centuries
Enrich themselves from celestial treasuries,
Where the obedient minions of the sky
Gathered in response to their cry,
While they laboured on the red soils of Egypt
Before God heard their cries and His mercies leapt.
Who else can see this vision
Of relief from pandemics of fate
And the gaping gallows of death?
A time coming when sons of men
Shall storm this ogres den
And avenge the murderous terror
Inflicted upon their long gone kith and kin!
And the forbears long dead,
Shall be awakened by cries of war,
And with might reserved for decades
Shall avenge the pain inflicted before
By their wicked adversaries
Who maim parents and drink the blood
Of their offspring left behind.
Day stacks upon day, forming opaque windows behind me.
These can be blown away at times, a clarity of vision in momentary glimpses.
Here, a face most beloved, turning my bowels to water that reflects pain.
There, a scent, sensed so briefly, like a camera flash leaving red dots in my vision. Floods of sensation follow, barely tolerated.
Not all are plague days,
but pain is recalled far more clearly than pleasure.
This savings account of experience makes one rich with character and compassion. Cutting in the details of my sculpture, creating a face with my name.
Here, the vertical line between brows,
carved by the loss of love.
There, the deep dimple in my cheek,
where love was found again.
Sometimes the brush strokes, the etchings, are strong enough to reach inside with hands of despair,
the scalpel that sheds heart's blood
or drills deep into bone and brain.
That is where your memory lives, my son.
No, not anymore in my womb, nor my arms.
We cannot know the heights of joy and bliss
without the depths of blue sorrow.
To allow memory place is in my power to deny.
A truth I had to learn.
And in the knowing, I am set at liberty,
for what can they possibly do to me now?
I've paid my dues and fees for sunny weather.
The Forcast is bursting with light,
packed with windy autumn days,
smelling of pumpkin spice,
with cozy winter nights and
the scent of wood smoke,
with the crisp green of growing things
and ripe swell of new life.
The magic eight ball floats me a perdition…
”outlook good”.
She's quite an intellect
A beauty skinned in fair reasoning
Clothed in fumes of rationalism
Her eyes were made up with eyeliners of 'what's your next plan'...
Her face was polished by the sixth sense
At least, so she thought
She spoke eloquently to me
Stole the show in my heart
And drove away my sense of risk...
Decades slipped through my fingers like snow flakes
Opportunities drained off through the years
While stagnation clutched to my skin
Just because I am dating this lady
She calls herself 'being rational'
Many know her as 'what if this option fails?'
But I'ma call her with her real name
Scared of the future (SOTF)...
I had a 'lone time' last week
And all I accomplished with her was 'lost time'
So I thought to myself
What if I had less than a decade to live
And before I say goodbye
I decided to walk through my hall of fame
I'm certain all I'll see is a dark brown wall staring back at me
And the next generation would refer to me as
'the guy that dated SOTF'...
So today I've decided to break off our relationship
Yea, I'ma dump you, darling
It's not me, it's you...
I've always been amazing until I met you so...
It's best if we let each other go...
I'm not sorry...
I hope we don't cross paths again...
I'm too good for you...
You don't deserve me...
You've been the worst thing that's ever happened to me...
This is me breaking up with you...
Ooh! You wanna cry? Mmmmm... Meh!??
With every sweet breath that caresses my cheek,
And silky tresses that trellis love-scented sheets,
Each new morning is from you to me a gift,
When your face is the first sight my eyes meet.
Down sun-dappled streets and leafy lanes we saunter,
Golden beaches echo with our merry banter,
Every small café is our own private hideaway,
So long as you’re here with me, not yonder.
Your eyes dance with the flickering gold of candlelight,
When the moon rises and twilight takes flight,
The garnet of wine, the crimson of roses,
Adorn the modest place we share each night.
Is this but a mirage, or will it come through?
Will Fate smile on us, will love hold true?
For this glorious future my heart aches,
When every day is dream-tinged, blessed by you.
It is Never Too Late to Be What You Were Born to Be
You are a creature of purpose
Therefore empower yourself with what is already yours!
Passion and the power of your vision
Can be displayed in your life
All you need is that decision and
You can enhance the precision in your life.
Procrastination might be wrong!
In this century
Now is the time to live strong
Accumulate the thoughts you have left behind
Because the theft of your potential remains in the future.
Do not let the cemetery rob you of your potential
Fulfillment of your purpose is essential to your life so
This matter of persistence is certainly not inconsequential.
Believe in the steps of time or else
The crime of procrastination will follow and
You will live a shallow life
The theft of your potential remains in the future
Therefore empower yourself with what is already yours!
It is never too late to be what you were born to be.
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
It's been a long time I know,
the future laid before us untold.
What we both want for each other,
no more holding back from what our hearts can usher.
Now the decision is yours to make,
the feelings between us have been anything but fake.
The desire for more than we've had in a while,
I can't hold back anymore to try and make you smile.
Don't doubt what your heart tells you cause it was made for love,
forget the anger the confusion and anything fearful you can think of.
The future within is laid before our feet,
both of us not willing to accept defeat.
You know I love you more than anything in this life,
my friend, my lover, my wife.
The poem that I write,
Is the one that I fantasize of writing
The one that my muse, celestial being
Made of mysterious essence,
Regards as the celebration of my fall,
Here, in a world devoid of meaning!
This poem recounts of how
The shadows of my life
Get dissipated
As love resolves its senseless issues,
And kisses its broods
With the lips of my passionate tugs!
This poem recounts of how
The climb back to the heavens
Will be smooth,
Laden with light hearts,
Laughing souls,
And fragranced with flowers,
All having true and pure love,
Engraved on their petals!
This poem recounts of how
The life that I lived here
Turned out to be magical
Having, as guide, the angels,
Who kept whispering to my ears
That I am to keep on believing in faith,
That I am to bear in mind,
That the cause of life
Remains the ascent into the spiritual realm!
This poem recounts of how
The bits and the pieces of my toils here
Had their own purposes,
And how,
They helped me build myself up
Into what I ended up being,
A Goddess, fallen, for the sake of love,
But saved, by the comforting arms
Of that same love!
Pray, this poem is a celebration love
Though it be written today,
Someday,
I shall read it to Love,
And tell him,
I kept my hope high,
I kept treading in marshy lands,
I kept swimming with sharks
And I kept having dinner with vipers,
Knowing that somehow,
Someday,
Your grey veil of negativity
Would be lifted
And you would pull me
Into the garden of eternity
As it was deemed
By the Gods themselves!
3 September 2019
The world is already lost and it will continue to get worse as time goes by.
I won't have to put up with much of the future because I'll eventually die.
But Jehovah God will have to put up with the future until the end of time.
He will have to put up with kidnappings, rapes, murders and other crimes.
Jehovah will have to endure the future as it gets worse and worse.
He will have to endure it until he decides that it's time for justice to be dispersed.
I want people to change so that the future will be a much better place to live in but many will not.
When those people are judged on Judgment Day, they'll wish that God was who they had sought.