Not Yet Poems - Poems about Not Yet

Bullies exude a malevolent force And victims suffer their mean hellish toll What is their ultimate unpleasant goal? Are we their punish-for-pleasure resource? It’s more than their world’s an OCD course Where we’re just glass marbles that they can roll They’re addicts who relish life as a troll Like unwelcome Vikings from cold lands Norse These predators think they’re on a high horse They...

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Not yet, let the night stand still, The heart still beats against its will. A fleeting smile, a silent gaze, Is all I need to set ablaze. Just walk on by, just smile once more, And I’ll ask for nothing more. ...

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Looking for dusk My heart will wait Breathing the sea breeze My feet touches the recede waves While looking the sun down I wait you here at beach Twilight soon will appear Bringing sadness to my very core Sound of the waves is my companion So peaceful comforting my heart How long this nostalgia be gone How long this errand of waiting Come quickly, swiftly, my love While...

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Her dad was her first king, He made the rules; anything else was counterfeit. A precious figurine, yet a knight, Kept just out of reach but always ready to fight. Her mom was her first teacher, Teaching her to stay calm, Saying, “Don’t cry when it’s not yet time,” Telling her to swallow the seeds of depression That threatened to claw their way...

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Not yet and Already.. Searching and hoping For what is Already... Searching and hoping To find what is missing But is not... Searching and finding And not finding What cannot be Found... ...

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When I am not within your reach do you say my name out loud? Does it escape your lips ending in breathless sighs? Would goosebumps rise on my bare skin from the look of desire, I'd find in your eyes? Don't hesitate at the crossroads we've reached. It's far too late now to take another detour. Run with me to the edge...

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Night rain, now the sky is drying its wings, Moths come to rest, on the dry shadows of damp tree. There is a fine dust in the warming air, as if minuscule insects were combing out the tangled hair of stone angels. In the green graveyards of tomorrow lovers embrace the earth, for even deep within the - not yet, the world will still be...

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Only those who have not yet met truly love each other, Those who, in the early morning horizon, imagine themselves as kings and queens without sin, They dream in the secretive color of amethyst, hidden somewhere deep, Where the heart, intoxicated by the unseen moon, weaves its untouched desires. They are like two parallel universes, close but never destined...

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Mistaking side by side pluralism for more resonant co-infested polyculturalism Is like mistaking chaotic divisions for resilient organic complexity, integral multiplicity Like only perceiving competitive dissonance and degenerative confusion while missing inside resonant light regenerating cooperative mind/body health/wealth consciousness Free from win/lose lack-of-capital-driven anxiety, Free toward win/win co-invested anticipation Dipolar co-arising hope Left/Right UpMight/DownTight root-budding Yang/Yintegral bilateral balance Resonantly resilient Way as a round wombed ch'i polypathic pole Holonic joy of sacred unscared unscorched Earth Tribes timeless unboundaried win/win paradise, co-invested bipartisan peace...

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she left her rose in my book, and her lipstick kiss on the next page, i saw her briefly in the crowd, but then our eyes did not engage. she left her floral pins in my room, and her delicate scent like perfume, my shower was wet from water on her, she must have been here, I assume! She left her shoes outside...

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I am feeling insecure I’m upset in regretful waterfalls Colliding like flower pedals But I will endure, I will endure I am coping with this sorrow There’s no tomorrow, Just today to live I want to get, but I’m left to give I’m not ready yet, ready yet, ready yet I’m slowly, but surely getting my feet wet I was so worried about the past...

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Not Yet Who I Would B! I'm just life's fool (some see) in all my poetry! My heart leans more toward 'jam,' not posturing "I AM!" love's faith's more questioning when it feels born to sing. Rhyme liberates my verse though "blanks" judge it perverse! It's not "You're Wrong! I'm Right!" for reason soars in flight not looking for a fight...

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Not by definitions, Not by songs, Not by poems, Can't be expressed only be felt. Not by promises, Not by sacrifices, Not by efforts, Nothing suffices when death itself is a mere souvenir. Not by wealth, Not by health, Not by looks, What's essential is always invisible to the eyes. My love is unconditional ; Limitless, It is selfless ; grows on you forever, But you don't see it...

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I caught a glimpse of your spirit, please don't ask me why, You turned your head immediately when I saw into your eyes, The fear I saw was unspeakable, the pain I saw was deep, To you it was irreversible, it brought me to my knees, The comfort in this fear tricks your heart inside, There is no trust beyond...

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"You should do this..." they always say to me, But then I wonder if they're crazy For even suggesting so simply, That I expose all of who I am already, Rather than becoming more of just who I always wished I could be....

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