Future. Poems - Poems about Future.

The past blinks The future winks The present links ~ Historians ink Entry in > 7 Contest Sponsor: Rob Carmack ...

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You got a habit vanish, then reappear Preaching in riddles, then poof disappear A priest with no parish, a faith with no proof You speak in confessions but dodge every truth I lit up the altar, I opened the door You left your robe but not what it’s for Fast with the scripture, slow to commit Saint with a side chick, sermon...

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Shines would soon be taken off poetry, When machines replace humans as judges, By then wisdom will have fled human minds, Making AI seem more intelligent. Poems churned out will then be wishy-washy, Since standout ones will have been discarded, As machine junks — confirmed by machines, So undeseving of recognition. As more and more inferior works are praised, At the detriment of...

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Date written: 26th July, 2025 Contest: Three Options in I Poetry Sponsor: Constance La France The man who has no imagination has no wings. — Muhammad Ali ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Imagination lends me its safe wings, So I can soar toward futures I choose, To fill my life with hopes and precious things; Though striking gold is never a mere cruise, Neither are lily-livered crowned as kings. Sweat...

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“Imagination is the beginning of creation.” Gorge Bernard Shaw **************************************************************** ...

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There’s beauty in imagining great things; It lights our dark future with hope-filled dreams ~ Visions of peasants ordained to be kings, And plebeians crowned as queens, so it seems. It charts dream paths lit by elegant beams. Imagination hears each scarecrow's groans; It squeezes water from dry desert stones. It digs deep oceans in hot desert sand, Lifting us from known realms...

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—A Lunar Ballad from the Year 2088 The year was 2088— I stood in Beijing beneath neon skies, Clutching a visa to the Moon, Where dynasties now rise beyond the clouds. China, bold architect of the stars, Has carved empires on the Dark Side— No longer myth or mystery, But fields of fusion and factories of fire. Helium-3, mined from silver dust, Feeds reactors like...

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Being GRATEFUL is often expressed through prayer, praise, and acts of service that reflect a recognition of God's blessings. It reminds us to ALWAYS appreciate even the smallest things and to recognize that everything ultimately comes from God. Gratitude is a positive response to experiencing God's goodness and grace. In other words, once we realize that...

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Three has ruled the roost for so long... Four, boxed in so, has forgotten its role. So picture five lingering outside, waiting Thinking itself only a star None seeing what keys are needed To open the legendary Time of Times. Oh... will repairs come in time for life Or will zero claim more as food once again. ...

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While the universe is ever-expanding life on earth becomes even more demanding despite a few one or two world-shattering improvements man is still wallowing in the proverbial primordial and if this road he insists on following our future looks severely bleak as where once we were happy winning we're now all on a losing streak yet history has taught him nothing that and his memory is...

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(Voice of a Broken Lineage) Before your first cry kissed Florida’s air, Two weary souls crossed oceans of despair— Your parents, Cuban hearts in exile, Arrived in 1956, not with riches, But with hope wrapped in trembling hands. They fled the storm, not to breed silence— But to gift you a voice sharp as justice. And yet, what song do you sing now, Marco...

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Dear Future Boyfriend I may not be perfect to love, Jealous when I see you with others, Sad when you come home late, Scared when you're not taking my calls— But every beat of my heart still whispers your name. Hey future boyfriend, I may not look bothered When you do things that hurt— That's because everything you do is not new. I'm used...

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Dear Future Boyfriend I may not be perfect to love, Jealous when I see you with others, Sad when you come home late, Scared when you're not taking my calls— But every beat of my heart still whispers your name. Hey future boyfriend, I may not look bothered When you do things that hurt— That's because everything you do is not new. I'm used...

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I am so unhappy. More than when I wanted to suicide. I recently had a puppy. Life was really is do or die He did nothing, not even an ID. poor little dog lucky little dog in and out like a In beloved memory ambition is a pointed point. one in six maybe one...

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ideas that drip with nostalgia pungent like rust...

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