The Future Poems - Poems about The Future

Good morning there Here I come.. With nothing in hand But promise of the better you I lament no more… The torment of the past Remain in the past Here I pass my greetings. I wax thinking my yesterday was the worst Until I heard you are the best Then I got perplexed by your possibilities I got possessed by your peace Here...

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The past has always been a foreign country, step ten decades into the future and you will be an alien. Time takes no prisoners, the past wipes out legions of beings, their humanity is a thin cloth whipped by relentless winds. This country of ours is a body with endless names, generations that we make and remake with foreign hands and minds, even yesterday is a stranger...

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The future won’t arrive with trumpets— no brass echo to herald salvation, no golden scroll unrolled beneath a bleeding sun. It will leak, like soft radiation through the seams of our sleep, like forgotten news, scrolling endlessly on a screen no one is watching. It begins now— in the blinkless eye of the surveillance bee, the hum of servers beneath a monastery, the last human artisan training...

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Sparsely lit streets added suspense to stories I listened as a child, dad used to point towards stars making up stories for each one awesome fairies, angels visited me in colorful imagination He taught me one secret -'truth is your ultimate friend' his punchline Mother taught me ways of girl-child household chores, art of sewing such likes to this day these teachings are the good ones...

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When I think of all the things my mother taught me and all the things my father said I am really glad that some things, went by the wayside while other things aren't dead ! As I recall my mother bold and headstrong the way she coached me until the very...

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Faded memories litter the walls, as anniversaries coincide together with zero regard for one another, the simple beginnings are barely visible and yet the complexity of wrong choice after wrong decision are very prevalent. Isn't that how it always ends up though, in the end anyways? Hastily cultivated 'wonderful' ideas are laid to ground, only...

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Since I was a kid, they said I was gentle as a lamb. Quiet. Kind. Smart. So I've kept that image. Or tried, at least. I didn’t fail. Not once. Grades stayed high, mouth stayed clean, choices stayed safe. No vices, no trouble, just quiet nods and “Yes, I can.” “Yes, I will.” I built a life that made people proud. And slowly, I forgot to ask myself, "Are you proud too?" Well, I...

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I celebrated my father's birthday this last April 4th, 2025 He would have been 75, Yet 7 years ago, a white butterfly laid him to rest, with the rest of his family around his casket, And my face playing masquerade among the living corpses giving me their condolences, Not of any fault of their own, Just that, my own brokenness...

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Long Past to memorize. Short Future to vaporize ...

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"It wasn't always like this, of course. Money didn't always exist. Previously, people labored to eat. However, they WORKED for joy." The concept of happiness was absent. When money was introduced, The Pursuit of Happiness was too, In which case people labored for money. However, humanity was warned; "The love of money is the root of all evil." Why would that be so? Because happiness distracts...

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holding hands fingers entwined hearts together locked stepping stones along the way love in bloom dreams in tune AP: 3rd place 2025 Posted on April 7, 2025...

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At the most serene place where peace is sown, Our laughter mingles with the scent of meals, We unite, based on stories we have known, The telling of these fables still appeals. Many days we slept with tinctures of fear, Though with scars, our lives scaled through many storms, Somehow, our bond always wiped dry our tears, Made cozy our beds, kept...

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Tying the knot, I thought sowed my soul. Making me a better man, But I discovered the lack. Learning how to respect one another. Loving another at the cost of loving myself. Unrequited pain, a new form of loneliness. The body exposing it through night terrors. Ending with a big bang. I rebirthed being alone. In darkness He did his magic. Cementing my non-negotiables. Yet again I...

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No of lines: 48; No of words: 397 Reflections of the Past, Visions of the Future ...

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On this late Sunday (1:00am) and still wide awake, I find myself thinking back again from my past. Slightly, I close my eyes and lean back in my rocking chair and memories start to flash back to my toddler years. My oldest memory, the time Santa brought me my very first fishing pole. I was...

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