Best Tomorrow Poems
If God gives me tomorrow
I'll try to stop crying
unlike this dark night
where I fear that I'm dying
If He gives me tomorrow
I'll let go of today
I'll hold onto the good things
and the rest throw away
In the grass I'll walk barefoot
and make friends with a bird
A deaf ear shall I turn to
any harsh, evil word
I will look through the skin
to search out the soul
for therein lie treasures
that make someone whole
If God gives me tomorrow
a new song shall I sing
With the heavenly choirs
our voices will ring
Won't waste time with worry
and neither will fret
No more whiling my hours
in pools of regret
Each day is a do-over
a brand new start
to expressing your love
and unlocking your heart
So much to accomplish
new seed to be sown
in ground lying fallow
where good crops are grown
I'll do what I can
to ease someone's sorrow
by sharing a smile ~
if God gives me tomorrow
WHO I’LL BE TOMORROW
If what I am,
And what I do,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If what I say,
And what I don’t,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If what I think,
With heartfelt wisdom,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If what I see,
And what I feel,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If what I speak,
Be it right or wrong
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If I am ugly,
To those I love,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If I could dare,
To hide a sin,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
If I only take,
And never give,
Makes me who I’ll be tomorrow,
I’ll have to stop and think,
Who do I want to be tomorrow!
Smile, O spring, smile, upon crimson arc of morning
Grinning through willows filtering golden sunbeams,
Sparkling from eyes of dew, glinting realms pristine,
Reveling through prairies, giggling tenor of streams,
Glistening core of purple-iris, soul of flaxen-pansies.
Waltz, O spring, waltz, shimmying blushing peonies,
Meandering with butterflies chasing nectar carefree,
Bouncing moods of bees from tree to flowering tree,
Elated strumming rhythms fluttering woody-foothills,
Grooving with meadows, humming lyrics of winds.
Sail, O spring, sail, rowing glee of seas-undulating,
Buoyant on spirits rushing from rivers, tributaries,
Traversing through terrains, once frigid, decaying,
Zealous now to venture, to rollicking side of being,
Surfing waves questing summer of sandy beaches.
Dream, O spring, dream, of mythical northern lights,
Glimpsed from garden of sumptuous white gardenias,
Through womb of dawn, hued in lavender of lilacs,
Preening beauty of flora, scintillating dawning aura,
As yonder of skies shimmers motifs of green aurora.
It’s never tomorrow. It’s always today -
at least in this moment it is, anyway!
So if you are saying out loud a big Wow,
you’re not in tomorrow. You’re here in the NOW.
Maybe you said something great yesterday.
Tomorrow the same thing another may say.
Whenever they say it, that moment will be
in THEIR own “today,” which you cannot foresee!
The future is never one hundred percent.
The past has been purchased; tomorrow is lent.
Today we are paying right now as we go.
Enjoy it fully. It does not go slow.
Reminiscing is only for our yesterdays.
Living today, you’re right now in THIS phase.
Make wishes, but don’t squander time in that way.
Tomorrow will be what you make of today!
Nov. 20, 2018 for Edward Ibeh's Tomorrow Poetry Contest
The one who doubts his own doubts
is like counting snowflakes in a snowstorm
Remember to thank for health and luck,
see everything in a slightly larger perspective
And speak the language of poetry fluently
We are all the same seed of life
Reason and dreams of lily of the valley
On a meadow ... a secret of unseen little surprise
... the sweetest mouse on earth
When the evening comes and everyone goes to rest
sleep well in your fluffy bed
Don't fear the wind
it will be as smooth as your breath
Under a sky full of stars
Tomorrow you can fly ... you're free
29.05.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poem of the Day: 30/05/2019
a few missing pieces
ones we may never find
the beast stares down at us
just waiting to pounce
three bloodied blind eyes
can't see the pink butterflies
psychedelic lies flow down stairs
colourless swirls checker board squares
check
where's your mate
blind in life
blind in death
who will save us
save us
save us from us
students with razor blades
cut their arms in school
no one questions their scars
it takes a village to raise a child
only women carry the bleeding lily
have to answer to strange twisted clocks
strum a lonely shape
on strings that bite
play till the tips break
until the skin shows bone
who will save them
save them
save them from us
wounded hands
won't speak to me
maybe people just die
no mention of our sins
grey clouds loom over earth
where is the man
who parted the waters
the large belly
the long beard
where is the one
whose image is ours
is it true
seek and you shall find
who will save us
save us
save us from us
Sept. 20 2016 MY
Upon my sunshine when yesterday rains
Dwelling in my present uninvited
Clueless of today's closing arguments,
The joy of tomorrow my new-dawn claims
No point whispering to lovelorn woes
When I can sweet-talk to portrait of love,
And paint my canvas in vibrant brush-strokes
Exactly as I wish to see you tomorrow
In the domain of yore, yesterdays rile,
Today's much better when I see your smile
But in your tomorrow is the mystical draw
Holding secret promise of heavenly awe
If the past takes back to a wintry storm
And all I recall is the shrouded form
I think of the way the seasons change
As the Spring of tomorrow shines your day
Yesterday's twilight warns dusk of today
Stars of the night don't come out every day
But hope is eternal and patience does pay
If I wait till tomorrow, I will have my say
When glorious daybreak smiles on my sky
Vanquishing doubts my dreams fly high
Not a hint of the known obstructs my view
As the allure of tomorrow I rejoice in you
In the domain of yore, yesterdays rile,
Today's much better when I see your smile
But in your tomorrow is the mystical draw
Holding secret promise of heavenly awe
November 15, 2018
Placed first in the Tomorrow poetry contest by Edward Ibeh
Placed 3rd: Strand select 7 contest by Brian Strand
The sun is the sun
It rises we run
When it turns the nighttime to day
It's hot when it's cold
And never grows old
As our time slips quickly away
The sun remains the sun
The wind is the wind
It lays and it spins
And on, occasion will rage
Be it warm, be it chilled
Whether gusty or stilled
It changes from page to page
The wind is still the wind
The seas are the seas
Just water no trees
Yet harboring life below
They rise and they fall
But nothing forestalls
Their predictable to and fro
The seas are the seas
We think we see change
Ordinary looks strange
Perhaps, something new has begun
In the grandest of schemes
We're all chasing dreams
There's nothing new under the sun.
By Daniel Turner
5/7/2021
This is my interpretation of
Ecclesiastes Chapter 1 verse 9
...what has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again
there is nothing new under the sun.
You're gonna love tomorrow
The skies in every shade of blue
Will kiss the sunshine just for you
And every thought that begs for light
Will leave behind the dark of night
The flowers of eternal Spring
Will make you forgive everything
And every tree that blossoms pink
Will help your mind begin to think
That every wish can now come true
With love, it’s not so hard to do
For turquoise seas and sunset hues
Will guide you in the path you choose
Be optimistic, you will see
A world fantastic, filled of glee
So let the clouds and shadows go
Just try it once and then you’ll know
You’re gonna love tomorrow
A new day, a new world, a new tomorrow
Shades of painted corners
face these inward fears
Now drenched in today’s worries,
as flat as the cornerstone of suffering
caught within boundaries along wasting moments,
crying blanket feelings,
pounding on the walls of despair
“leaving fist prints like so many discarded roses”
Calling out to the endless deafness
“Time it does not heal,
scars merely cut deeper”,
in echoes among the tapered distance
Fog engulfs the melody, slowly chasing
after poetic symphonies
playing from a southern direction
“vertical compass points from there to here”
Your weary hand trembles
violently as it reaches, pleads
where a monochrome sun sets,
beyond the chosen horizon
in heart shaped vistas and sweet tea landscapes
Trust grows in amber glowing beacons
waving banners of solitude
“free flowing fabric beckoning in longed for motions”
You force the stoic front door open,
creaking hinges scream, fears cup beneath your chest
Breathing in the stench of the past
but lured by the fragrance of the future
Where sorrow drowns in cascade pools,
pain hides where it can not be found
and he waits to lift you beyond the darkness
“and you find you have wings, safely within his opened arms”
Now floating towards a white picket gate,
swinging freely beneath the arbor,
once a collection of lattice work shadows, dark lines
on a desolate earth, now a tapestry
of blooms, woven among long dreamt dreams and
clover leaf wishes revealing a pathway
to the beginning of
“a new day, a new world, a new tomorrow”
3/22/17
Written for the New Day poetry contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
Two gardens meet in the mist
Both gardens sublime in beauty
One called, the past
And one called, the future
And I . . .
Climbed the lichen covered wall
The ivy hidden wall
That divided . . .
I left the garden of the past behind
All the lovely tangled vines
And stepped into the garden of new growth
It was time to lay the past to rest . . .
So in the dawn of tomorrow
I am reborn . . .
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October 1, 2012
Poetry/Verse/When Tomorrow Dawns
Copyright Protected, ID 10-414-16-01
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, No. 198
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 8/20/2012
First Place
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Featured poem week of February 19, 2017
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Written for the Standard contest, How Time Flies
sponsor, Brenda Chiri, Judged 10/2016
Second Place
Whatever tomorrow may bring,
Today is in my hands,
My God has thus far made me sing,
He'll lead me through time's sands.
Today is in my hands,
I can use it for God's glory,
He'll lead me through time's sands,
He's the writer of my story.
I can use it for God's glory,
Before I turn to dust,
He's the writer of my story,
My Master whom I trust.
Before I turn to dust,
Each grand new day I'll live for Him,
My Master whom I trust,
His leading Light shall ne'er grow dim,
Each grand new day I'll live for Him,
No matter what happens,
His leading Light shall ne'er grow dim,
He's my Rock and Defence.
No matter what happens,
My God has thus far made me sing,
He's my Rock and Defence,
Whatever tomorrow may bring.
06/22/17
She stands at the edge of the precipice,
looking down towards her future.
The last tears that she will ever cry,
falling from her eyes,
then falling into oblivion.
She watches them drop
as they disappear forever.
Yet, she laughs in the face of death.
Would it really matter if she took the leap?
She has been forgotten by tomorrow.
The wind blowing at her back,
pushes her to the edge.
Almost agreeing with her final decision,
and encouraging her to jump.
A thousand thoughts and memories
racing through her mind.
Her first day of school.
Her tenth birthday party.
The lonely, awkward days of her teenage years.
The day she discovered poetry.
The moment she first saw him.
The day she thought that she was worth something.
The day when all of that became a lie.
Every memory
that never made the pages of a history book.
She has been forgotten by tomorrow.
She exists to no one but herself.
In the blink of an eye, she decides her fate.
Her feet leave the ground,
and yet, she did not fall.
Out of nowhere he appeared,
and carefully grabbed her hand.
Pulling her back to reality,
saving her from the brink of disaster.
He held her, as her tears stained his jacket.
Old tears of sadness,
mixed with new tears of happiness.
She was remembered by yesterday.
Before she was forgotten by tomorrow.
For absolutely no reason at all
The storm was withered in the stagnant air
It seems so incredibly crystal clear quiet
Even if you wanted to paint ... no colors could express
Let this moment pass in quiet gratitude and joy
The real meaning of life bound with ribbon of love
When the sun wakes up tomorrow
Give me a kiss that says everything will be fine
A-L Andresen 27.05.2015 :)
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What is to come
if not tomorrow,
when all is left is
no time to borrow
Moments remain still
nothing else matters,
seconds stop ticking
and yesterday shatters
Was today really lived
even any memory made,
as mundane and routine
overshadow and fade
Death only comes
when we never live,
dwelling on pain
all becoming negative
Throwing away hours
and wasting a minute,
the time of your life
is surely not infinite
Live relentlessly until
the last breath is taken,
dream on and on again
until illusion is shaken
Be left with memories
not regret or sorrow,
in time for today
if not tomorrow.