Now Poems - Poems about Now

No Victory Day when the Genocide is NOW The Nazis were defeated in war their ideologies simmered germinated in the wombs of today's monsters many may not know Zionists and Nazis held hands in the dark they kissed and collaborated now the Zionists carry the flag changed the color not the atrocities playing the victim while they dance and slaughter an army in diapers, while they...

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I'm not the youth I used to be I think that's got its worthwhile perks though the mirror sometimes disagrees With wisdom came a couple wrinkles and a few dear friends who stood the test of time I'm not the youth I used to be I don't think I'd have the stamina to start it all again it's taken all my energy...

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She's never loved broken love poems, but now she writes them. She's always feared swollen heads and broken tones, yet now she finds she fights them. Despite her mother's devotion, she's forgotten the taste of oxytocin - broken bonds within the unspoken, spoken. Now emotion runs frozen underneath hollow motions. These days she spends her time playing theologian. Here's my question: No one cares to know...

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At the rise of the sun, Her day had started. Comforting kisses to her creation, Progressing to the changing place. Her lullabies like the ocean, Bedtime stories are her meditation. From bottles to sandwiches, Covering cuts with band aids. Always prepared for the field trips Carrying all the weight on her back....

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At the rise of the sun, Her day had started. Comforting kisses to her creation, Progressing to the changing place. Her lullabies like the ocean, Bedtime stories are her meditation. From bottles to sandwiches, Covering cuts with band aids. Always prepared for the field trips Carrying all the weight on her back....

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“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.” Live your life every day to the best of your knowledge and remember to climb the ladder of reason, without leaving behind intuition or emotion. Make smart choices...

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Between now and then, a timeless longing is born, A place where the heart sings its straight lines, Neither today nor tomorrow, just a suspended moment, A secret bridge between life and death, unengaged. In the veil of silence, red quietness hides, A place where presence or absence is but a shadow, I wish to be swallowed by space, yet not...

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"Where does it hurt?" she asks, clipboard like a shield, pen cocked like a firing pin. "Here," I say, pointing to the silence just beneath my ribcage. Not the lungs. Not the liver. The place where sorrow goes to calcify. They send me down long corridors, all white noise and flickering fluorescents— like memory on a bad day. I wear a gown that opens in...

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Happiness is the way Enjoy every moment now Stop waiting to finish school Start school, wait to lose $100 Make $100, when you have a job Until you get married Until Friday night Until Sunday morning Waiting on a new car Until the bond is paid in full Until spring, until summer Until fall, until winter Until the fifteenth or thirteenth...

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I’ve bloomed well past blossom season, no fleshy pink petals here. Wrinkles appear now. Feet left by crow. You see the grey in the brown, see a patch of scalp showing. You see the change in my gait, see my once brisk pace slowing. But what you don’t see is me: I am no longer desirable,...

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Meercat was invited to a field one day He had never been to one, so he said “hooray!” The field was yellow, with lots of happy heads. What are these flowers called? He asked the river beds. The river beds laughed. But answered not. They are sunflowers yelled a hillbilly from a cot. You are in Kansas now, so you’d better...

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Happiness does not have tomorrow It does not have yesterday It does not remember the past Does not think about the future It has the present Not a day, but a moment....

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I once disliked poetry worse than math going back further – than taking a bath Shelley was for sissies and so was Blake reading their verse was a king-size...

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Pedal Tones and arpeggios, and registers. "the act of separating the Two" The Twenty One Day Rule By Professor Meanus Labyrinth "Gabba Gabba Hey" Code name Project: " Fragaria x ananassa" Taint Whyle means to undermine a current relationship to bring it to null. or not any,...

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A Collaboration with Duke Beaufort The youthful memories I have did grate Upon my innermost self and I'd cry For my depressed spirit which longed to die And halt life tainted with anger and hate Yet now in a manic marvelous state Akin to alcohol’s euphoric high My heart's core renewed, can soar to the sky How this came to be, I’ll try...

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