Posterity Poems - Poems about Posterity

Your romance brings sheer delight, Secret smiles shine so bright, Hope you have happiest day, Happy brains don't adult today, P.J.'s on, cartoons to view, Chips and lollies for me and you, Sending blissful prayers to thee, Love's blessings-our posterity, You bring your joyful love to me, Happy hearts last for eternity....

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Written: June 12, 2024, For Constance la France Contest Quote "Dum loquimur, fugerit invida Aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. Translation" While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future."-Roman Poet Horace. ...

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We find deep inside ourselves The traits of ancestors therein dwells Grandpa’s eyes, our Mom’s hair Our stature from … who knows where? What we claim as thought process We may be forced to re-address Twas Grandpa Lee that caused, you see, Our newer minds to think like he. Our gait, as we walk around Has origins in history bound Great-aunt Edna, strolled about With identical...

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~ Posterity May Not Understand ~ Why I traipse five miles a day to whittle time away Idling in a...

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Posterity Adam, the man, was up early and stood on the terrace his body was pale as the unborn sun sitting on the low wall on the terrace, he evacuated down to the roof of a neighbour. Since he didn’t have paper, he wrote on the wall “I shat here!” Later, the woman who makes the breakfast and clean the house...

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PRESERVED FOR POSTERITY awesome sensations  compliant  rapid prodigious astonishing a visceral   drifting into irrelevance a cluster   of strange nostalgia  into memorys lane a fragility   of existence fusing emotion a meditation   on mortal  summoning subtlety with a distracting aura such allusions   of grandiosity manipilated   recalled     by       experience THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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Legacy Inheritors we are of depravity, yet blame do we the ignorance of those whom graves stolidly invoke, or pity do we the oblivion of the unborn, who, in our dirty shoes shall sordidly rule the seven seas? BITE SIZE POEM no24 Poetry Contest Date: 27th October 2021...

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THE POSTERITY OF RUDOLPH ‘Twas the night before Christmas and the reindeers played tricks. The twinkling eyes of the posterity of Rudolph in a riotous mix. There was the mooning of Santa Claus, his britches on the North Pole. The elvish-boots tied together and stuffed with chalky bits of coal. Children’s toys were strewn about the snow, having been blown by...

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Posterity, tell me now who are you in this world? everyone is talking about you everyone is waiting for you it seems you are the miracle the savior eagerly waited for Do not hide away from us there is security for you no time is time for you come in haste to save all that day you bring your face the world shall celebrate...

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Bright in the sky is the menacing moon, Forced and relentless the winter night stride. Rushing, the enemy’s bound to be soon Close to the traveler’s hide. Wearied and breathless, he throws off his gear Besieged by the cold. He loads up his gun While mumbling a prayer, but fate’s drawing near: Hope for escape there...

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Each is the difficult sentence, its essence unfolding into the intangible... second by second, wisp by wisp, to glean the question.. wherefore simmers our common wreck? is it lit ablaze, like the final pyre, or let drift like the Viking dead, to know our fire, to know our fire... to reach a common end.. does Eliot bloom now in his final bed? perhaps posterity will know.....

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The Live Oak Tree offers its shady limbs As protection against the sun's beaming rays It moves as the warm breeze flows churning hymns About the oak in its younger days children played Some little boys climbed 'pon its strong branches Hidden behind its stout stable wide firm trunk Not far below runs a small trickling branch We wanted to play there...

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In men I see the future and the past What could have been and what might be Promises echo in stone caverns I step on dusty footprints of déjà vu I hear that familiar thump Firelight flickers on well-worn walls Fire that burns in a throbbing heart Lights up the souls archives Past and future streaming Hope and desire relentless In men I see...

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Why are politicans always so sure about the future being better any whichway? whilst they are continually addressing past mistakes all day? that were never going to happen in their future anyway! but they never want to go back to their past either way and why can't they just be happy with the way things are (today?) Joe Maverick...

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Neither spouse should ever forget - In marriage, the courting never ends ~Paula Swanson Placement: 9th...

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