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...

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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,                   ...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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
          ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Sitting dying alone,
In this dark and dingy place 
It has now become my home..
The only open bar 
In town, I needed something to heal my broken heart
I'm on my 8th round, Going on Nine now!

Swaying on this broken bar stool
As the bartender shouts 
his “last...

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