Coming Poems - Poems about Coming

On Friday nights we’d sneak into the railyard and wait in the shadows between the floodlights for a train slow enough for us to hop, our hands already tingling with the promise of flight. We trotted beside the train, waiting for the right moment to grab a boxcar’s ladder and climb to the roof like outlaws— aware of the danger and thrilled by it— as the train...

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Renee Vivien English Translation Words to My Love by Renée Vivien translation by Michael R. Burch This is Vivien’s “coming out” poem, although the term wasn’t coined until many years after Vivien’s death. The poem was written about forbidden love to a girlfriend and lover. Please understand me: an unusual creature, not so very good, or bad; perhaps a bit...

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The Spirit’s rise of coming storm, Spoken before first fertile drop. How did I know? It seems the norm. The Spirit’s rise of coming storm. Thunder, lightning, and blust’ry form. Husband says, he didn’t hear a drop. The Spirit’s rise of coming storm, Spoken before first fertile drop. ...

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The future is coming Don’t be scared It loves you like you love you The future is coming Please be awake To see it before it leaves. ...

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I used to ride the train from school to home and back, every other weekend, in an old Pullman car built in the nineteen-thirties. It smelled like my grandma’s house— a little musty, like time had curled up and fallen asleep in the cushions. Too warm, always, but the clickety-clack over tie bars and rail frogs lulled me to sleep, rocking me gently as if the...

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Picture of Little Oreo’s arrival I can’t believe you bring so much love and mischief You were carried in by a stork Too much wait for your arrival Now that you’re here Wasn’t told you do parkour I can’t stop loving you You’re so sweet little Oreo ...

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Turtle is ancient, he speaks now and always for the indigenous who have lost their voices. By day, Turtle's form embellishes, he sits outside of a Chinese restaurant by the side of an ornamental pond. The traffic creates a dusty coat on his stone shell, yet his eyes are wide open, they capture past and future as the present cascades along. He remembers the...

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Let me be perfectly clear The end of this world is very near Father against son Mother against daughter When in time is all this slaughter What great change could draw the line Between a generation of so small a time Who could cause so great a crime The Day's of Noah finally defined How will come about this great change The why of which...

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Dark Days Are Coming Dark days are coming Loping over the far horizon Distant still, a little, Yet they approach, all the same. The familiar disappears Note by note As the past piles up behind Pushing our mutual lives ahead Towards Who Can Say; ...

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Computers computing have pinpointed here This planet, it seems, has something to fear I look to the skies and they’re beautiful…… now The stars are quite static, yet I mop my brow A spacecraft is coming; I can’t see it yet It’s out of control, so it’s a good bet That no chutes, no thrusters and no reverse gear Are going to...

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2025.5.5 It was the 5th day of winter. Somehow the weather was still warm, It tickled my travel's bones. Yes, I went all the way to Queenscliff Geelong. I came here several times in the past, But missing to climb up the tower part. With it magnificent 360° clear view, I circulated the platform along the glass windows. My time of arrival was coincide...

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Thoughts keep coming back of late afternoons with the dark wings of currawongs weaving pathways through the high branches leaving long threads of song draped across trees - the drifting skeins of woodsmoke from winter fires burning in cozy rooms, eyes fixed in hypnotic stares on dancing flames and minds meandering the past, some about to fall asleep. Thoughts keep coming back of snow falling silently...

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You took your golden arrow and you aimed it at my heart; I didn't see it coming but I felt our loving start. It began a gentle ripple that spread throughout my soul. It left me feeling happy and it made my life seem whole. Then you went and touched me, as only lover's do;...

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No shame in admitting I love to read your comments And should I think of quitting I LOL at whatever Lawless sent… ‘Course, I’d sure like to get...

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M+Mother you work very hard for our family, O+Oven hot for wonderful homemade meals. T+Tiny ones you were given from, H+Heaven above. E+Everyone wants to say Thank You, R+Raising a glass for your love on this very, 'S+Special day. D+Doing God's work you are, A+An angel disguised as a mother. Y+You have all my love forever. ...

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