Futures Poems - Poems about Futures

I’m finally going to get on that platform on the 18th of next month, for a first-time, one-time performance. The once, seemingly impossible will come fully true, which seems like a lot narratively. It’ll be like leaving home—but we’re crashing out. Moving on to other plot points, big topics and intense missions. We’re all caustically optimistic. Although there’s a cellular-level pull to...

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My roommates and I always have something to say. We talk incessantly, like chirping birds. We’re all reading the same large print here, and It suggests that college is almost over. We’re bleeding time and there are dreams in need of scheming. It’s time to stack our chips with transactional relationships and hoard the things that matter most. I have to...

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When the future became the past, We then knew the future could not last....

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I’m so siced about the Barbie movie. I just watched the latest trailer. I felt a fluttering in the stummy. Peter’s birthday was May 1st. “What do you want for your birthday?” I’d asked. “A flash for my iPhone,” he said. “Your phone already HAS a flash,” I replied, helpfully. “No,” he explained, “a professional, external flash -...

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Peter and I are together and we’re in a grove. Time is our treasure, precious and dwindling. I watch for signs of the future unfolding, like a twitch that might be the first sign of a stroke. Answers will come - slowly - or they’ll parachute in from nowhere. We spend a lot of time together but most of...

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Bigger in my memory smaller in my inclination Regret a distant calling card admonishing my name Vacant in my recollection bedded in my hopefulness Joy a future invitation —Heaven to proclaim (Christmas Wishing: First Book Of Prayers- December, 2022)...

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Seems companies are betting big on real estate in the metaverse… I cannot possibly surmise an investment in a scheme that’s worse. Perhaps you’d like an NFT? Afraid it’s all fungible to me… Or maybe cryptocurrency? Once again, it seems all Greek to me. Give me some...

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HISTORY HAS A WAY OF REPEATING ITSELF. WHEN YOU RESEARCH THE PAST YOU'LL DISCOVER THE FUTURE. AS YOU CONTINUE YOU'LL REALIZE WHAT'S AHEAD. THE MORE I UNCOVERED THE MORE INTERESTING I FOUND THE FUTURE TO BE. HOW WAS THIS POSSIBLE. THOSE IN THE PAST WERE PRESENT IN THE FUTURE. THIS WAS A MYSTERY I HAD TO UNRAVEL. I PUSHED MY OBSERVATION TO THE BRINK OF CRITICAL PROPORTIONS. A MATHEMATICAL FORMULA I DISCOVERED IN...

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It started from children living in disharmony. Parents living with fear and urgency. Their siblings leave them behind to seek their own legacy. The siblings that were their only friends leaving them helplessly. And as their siblings are driven to pursue- There is a new need for people like me- years of helplessness to undo....

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Cool is the evening air that touches my face standing there viewing time ebb and flow, Memories. Run their course as a tear traces my countenance so much so little To soon too late wishing I may. Feeling I might. Know what is coming tonight as the sun hides in his corona of fire. Atomic specter rises, feel the after...

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Starlight strata light In quantum isolations theoretical bridges crossing Black as night Space deep personified Tracing the membrane cosmic your intercourse Of deities suicide Divinities burn, zero moments zero-sum of silence quiet brilliant strata light turning the black to a brilliant white This the night of infinite symmetry Cosmic oscillations bridge the burning night Three seconds to midnight Starlight strata...

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Dark bright Full of hours of midnight Casting shards hard and dark into futures past nothing will last time slips away fast casting thoughts back as the plate cracks Shatters all crumbles to dust broken at last in desolation’s aftermath as night gathers in her past dark light of a new moon in the wee hours morn after night comes...

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Let's pretend that  children we are,on  shiny bikes. Whizzing about our  charming town. So welcomed we  were by all the local business owners. Back then,a child could  buy an eraser from a  big jar. Even go alone~not in  Daddy's car! Times today so pressured,  fearful and fast. No time for our friends or  so we ponder. Till suddenly they are gone  and down under! Cherish the minutes you  breathe. People rushing past each  other? Prevents us from time  and loving...

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"The Looped Vision of Futures" The loop plays non-stop the needle steps out of time into the groove of you and me all of us played for time we are their revelry hockey pucks struck by the quiet hidden demons smiling and licking their lips already tasting our souls on a vicious ice field lives matter no matter the colour of...

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Draw a stick figure future - diminished and virus ransomed. Paint the landscape with the sweltering glare of global warming. Come share this with me - let kisses heal and soft whispers inflame. Some locks need two keys to open, some heavens can be reached by mortals....

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