Today Poems | Examples of Today Poetry

With age comes difficulty in doing for self. More important than "I Cant" is do we still try? But never give up until life's over itself, Many give up on living, long before they die. ...

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All over the news Rage stews Seems a war does rage People are afraid to turn the page Mankind is entering a new stage Leaders fight without heart War of the world seem about to start Finely disguised school of hate Openly guiding our fate Degrees they are earning But what are they learning Words of hate flow How much of it is for...

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Staring at the mirror’s image, I see what others see; but can they see the need for love so deep inside of me? I hear my laughter just as loudly as those who see my smile; but can they hear the tinge of sadness that lingers for awhile? My posture mocks a stately stance, my gait is smooth and free; but can they see the...

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Thinning wind around your ankles, rusted wings cant fly, but walk, welcome to this resentment once more, life and death, where do we go, willingly or unwillingly, here we are why not just try, go away for some time, if you decide to stay, take your life give it away, someone has done the same, for you, for me , for all...

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Been raining all week. This morning started off with a bit of sun and it got me reminiscing. About my youth. About you. Next month marks one year since your passing. We spent the last seven months of your life visiting, chatting after a thirty plus year estrangement. As time passes rough edges begin to...

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How was it, have you got a slot You ordered Lucozade, prawn toasts And Garibaldi crisps, I thought Your favourites, have you got those? It was so hot today, I sat Behind closed curtains, overwhelmed With RVW full set I passed the fens you know so well I played the Norfolk Rhapsody I watched the recent film of Cromer And through that haunting...

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My Hands Today My hands are getting old today. They are getting old right in front of my eyes. I suppose the rest of my face is following, But I can not see that happening. There is some peace in that, But my hands…? I don’t mind hard work. I never minded hard work. I liked hard...

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What did you do today? I asked my friend Absolutely nothing, she replied. Nothing at all? Not really. I painted my front porch. Made a corn casserole and meatloaf. Squeezed some lemons and baked a lemon cake. Put a swing set together. If you have not guessed this by now I am talking to a mother....

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unlike any other day 24-hour potential...

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Today I live and think, Of all that could have been. A whiskey I may drink, To drown what I have seen. Greatness is what I seek, Yet despair is what I’ve seen. Hope is heavy, silent and sleek, Yet this burden is my sin. I choose this path to stick, Worth it all, if I can win. Today I live and write, Full of...

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Yesterday can't be fixed Tomorrow is unpredictable Take notation for today Live in every moment Avoid negative thoughts Follow your instinct Always do things with love Chance to make you happy Work hard for your goals An hourglass never lie....

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Frenzied mud dabber is telling me who’s boss You don’t know what they are? Well, that’s your loss Squirrel runs down a limb with something in his mouth. All the birds are coming back from the deep south....

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How lucky we are every morning when we wake up to hear this voice inside our head say: Let’s do everything we can to make today a great day. It doesn’t have to be earth-shattering…monumental or grand in any way It doesn’t have to be anything great…for it to be a great day. Yesterday we woke up early, fed...

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I remember, I remember the pain, I remember the fear. The loss, the anger, the hurt. Friendships I thought might last forever, Torn apart too soon. People I loved now lost to me. Years ago, I wrote a letter, An old song from the depths of my heart. In this letter, I recall The crushing, clenching pain. I thought it was gone, old and fixed, Oh...

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Huck’s hair had a will of its own, no difference; air dried or blown. He fought it for years amid screams and tears; but now it’s all gone; he can’t moan....

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