Present Poems - Poems about Present

Everyday Is A Present Be grateful for each day. Hard work, make good grades. Reveal treasurers. Go beyond the naysayers. Publish your talents. Everyday is a present. Don’t be pessimistic. Stand brave in the mist. Today, prevail. Don’t be in self-doubt. Stand patient in the storm. Yesterday may be gone. Extinguish guilt. Hard times...

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I try no, I’m sure I do. Or maybe… With the whole weight of my being, I try to enjoy the present. I stretch each minute wide enough to step inside, to sit a while not merely pass through. This existence with intention, this awareness I otherwise tuck away, as if noticing the fine grains of now could slow...

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It is ours: that ever-present space, even before it reaches us, That subtle space, a place of respite, a moment of deep silence, When you collapse onto a bed thinking of nothing, lost in the sweet void, Or when you pour a glass of water from the tap, fascinated by the absence of thoughts, That pure and gentle space,...

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I think I hear whispers floating through my mind, It's the voice of someone I held dear- I remember the days when games were the only stress there. Opposite balconies facing each other, Extending hands to see if we could hold together , We bonded over shared toys, origami papers and roaring laughter. We played during every holiday as we grew, Sometimes...

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The President and the Present Dent, same thing. Dear God, Many are so in need of Your guidance and direction. In this day and time there is no real leadership, just dictatorship. Amongst this chaos, confusion and need to control, people are scared, worried, tariffied and terrified. Guide their steps Father, please lead them in the way...

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Feel practically a peasant When his magnificence is present....

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Our Relationship our situation was extremely tense in the past although in the present it is only slightly tense why don’t we end our relationship before it becomes too tense in the future ...

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Glibly goes; the globalists line deprivation is freedom And eternal war is so fine' repression of the west that Had afflulence and health.' That might spill over? to the Third world..Kept upon its own shelf.' By empowered Populations un-predated by war, in appreciation of advances, from the decades gone before..As thought Pharoah Tutmoses; the second to none? The folk in General...

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without you pressing my nerves may I ask you 'what is this life?' intricately untangle every fibre set me down a moment can serenity be practiced unravel connections isolate and remove expectations ask me 'what is life?' sit with me, still let forever wait in the wings meet my eye reflect my humanity extinguish flames of thought consume my longing in essence ~ breathe me in could...

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(Abbreviated Version) Riding the merciless waves of the past, Endless victories and defeats of History crash Upon the present surf-tormented shore, Where the voice of time stands amid the roar And entreats the future to recall and know— I told you so! ...

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Regret is to feel sad, repentant, disappointed over something that has already happened, especially a loss or missed opportunity. See Regret is just another way for the darkness to cloud your future days. How can you be present while living in regret in these current hours, with moments already spent. Inevitably taking seconds in your...

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the day has come when it gets real words must turn to deeds I fear the future's now the present AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 23, 2025...

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Was angry at something Played football Alone among the hiding birds The evening sky Coughing colors Allergic to the grey forms the factories cause My mind lazily grazing upon the festicied crops I guess this is What present looks like No one gives a at all Building skycrapers Above our heads One earthquake, And it all falls.......

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The Weight of Time Time moves like a quiet tide, softly stealing what once was mine. Faces blur, voices fade, memories drift like autumn leaves. The clock hands never pause, never ask if I’m ready or not. They just keep turning, pulling me forward, leaving the past behind. I reach for moments slipping away, but time is a river, and I am the shore. Watching, waiting,...

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..continued from Part 1: Mass censorship is sadly all pervasive to the uninformed and relative luxury smitten blind, A World view bubble, Idolatry, Idiocracy Creates all sorts of trouble Stems from all sorts of unexplained places, to the ill informed Coupled with government sanctioned vaccinations, impressed upon an uninformed majority unwitting general public, recruited by their lowered-IQ peers, to pass on a...

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