Tomorrow Poems - Poems about Tomorrow

How quick good news travels.. tho' never was in the wind. And someday just sat aside, watching, waiting. Yet in the strong of heart the cold of never could never grow within. Yesterday was just here, waving but just as sudden.. disappeared. If time could promise no delay, no moans of pain, or wind drifted banks in sorrow. Then 'Will...

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And again tomorrow With purple flowers, And the sun above Or clouds and showers Another day comes To rise and to shine, More than enough time To breathe, to feel fine Between dawn and dusk A thousand minutes go, Around and around In moments so slow Another night comes To pause and to rest, Gives us time to smile Knowing we did our best And again tomorrow One more...

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E-ven M-y Z-ealous M-ind E-mbraces D-reams, E-very N-ew I-dea L-eaps L-ightly A-head ©bfa060525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Emz Medenilla)...

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There is a persistent embrace, a longing and a kissing, a childlike giggling, a free and predictable smile. Life foresees every dawning, foretastes every light ray, foretells every essence, forecasts every ambience. Life proclaims every mountain top, every sultry, tangled jungle, every scorched and waterless desert, every fathomless ocean floor. Dreams are uncharted roadmaps, virtual animated realities, virtual luminous mysteries, virtual unconscious answers. When we are manhandled,...

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Beyond the clouds where starlight grows, The sky becomes what no one knows. A canvas brushed with dreams untold, In hues of silver, blue, and gold. Each dawn, a whisper calls our name, A spark, a shift, a newborn flame. The wind that moves through endless space Carries the voice of time and grace. We lift our gaze past fleeting now, To skies where...

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Before I say goodnight  I wanna say thank you Thank you for unsealing your heart  Leaving enough room for a few scriptures  On my life  A blanket of affirmations Burnt holes through the fabric  Concealing sins only you can bear  Sweating out lies from satan  You hear the laughter.  You hear the cries  From day one through day 365 Cleaning up the puke of broken promises  Tears of...

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Where's it told what tomorrow brings who's in control pulling the strings it goes to show we'll never know who's to say what's around the bend down the road or at day's end we'll never know and so it goes what's in store for wrong or right in bright moonlight or on the other side of night we can wish altho' we'll never know tho' we've been...

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Believe the color of your dreams. See life as is, not what it seems. Love is all, love is everyone! There's meaning there, in all you've done In the showing, in the sowing, In the being, in the knowing. What comes tomorrow never knows, what is foreseen when two eyes close. ...

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The morning mist still clung, heavy and cool, to the edges of the sleeping field. Birds hadn't quite decided on their full chorus, just tentative chirps, a tuning of invisible strings. I walked the path worn smooth by countless feet before mine, the ones who lived stories now just echoes in the dew-kissed grass. A spider's web, intricate, held droplets like scattered pearls, a fragile architecture of morning. And...

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The day passes, an idle hitchhiker, Thumb half-heartedly protruding A posture half begging, half daring Go ahead… seize the day Good luck with that challenge For daylight slips through the fingers Craftily dodges with shadowy stealth All attempts to control it, confine it A few minutes in a crowded Starbucks A cold compress of iced coffee A mindless “atta boy, go get ‘em” From a high...

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Why do we call the good old days, good? Grandma was always talking, talking about the days that had passed. I wonder if they were really that good, or does our mind play a trick on us? Grandma loved sitting on her porch, looking out over her land in her rocking chair. Now the old rustic white fence, is falling down...

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she has been looking for someone, since before she knew the word for wanting, “please, have you seen this person?” someone who’s tall and strong when she scratched her knees falling down the monkey bars —he can catch her when she falls, and lift her like she's air someone who's kind and has a puppy when she first held a fluffy life...

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i will do it the day after tomorrow. i will do it when the sun feels less like an interrogation, and my skin stops aching from the weight of my blankets. i will answer texts, fold the clothes, untangle the mess in my chest long enough to sweep the floor. i’ll brush my teeth like it means something. but not today. not while the silence keeps calling me back. i...

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Employing absolute freedom innate, as the subject, the object and the means the triad of energies shapes our fate, with the light of Self veiled behind five screens, the densest being our organic form, God’s vital life breath enlivening dust, entwined with mind, conjuring a thought storm, bliss body and childlike heart that does trust, being then the hurdles we need to cross, to...

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What will my tomorrow encounter? Will I wake up to see what tomorrow has instore? No one ever knows what tomorrow unless you live within the day before A tomorrow of promise, purpose and determination Tomorrow preparing which you didn’t finish the day before Tomorrow for the chosen A decree for the withholden With tomorrow sometimes brings sorrow Descending souls to a different...

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