Uncertain Poems - Poems about Uncertain

Harsh asymmetrical contour following dislocated noncontextual departure. Roaming, haphazardly choreographed with precise misaligned determination. Mindfully staggering indistinguishable purpose, consistently in linear circumnavigation. A matter of process, a state of perpetual traversal, saves from permanence. The ad infinitum of specificity is quantum, the superposition allowing consistent continuity while indelibly transposing by observance. Redundant to its operation, yet necessary in its...

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Life is very uncertain and short So many plans of life ended in a short time None of us can ever tell How our next time will be Life is really very uncertain No one knows what will happen No matter how much we plan The tide of time can change everything in a moment One...

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There's uncertainty In the whole waiting, still We wait for something....

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Say you are enough… Say you will win this… Say it is possible… We all rehearsed that when young, We were told to be optimistic always, But… No one explains the feeling of self doubt, The fears that come with the thought of not making it, The realization that it will be a bumpy ride. When I was young, My dream occupation was...

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Looking back, while looking forward Am I really sate to go Backwards, when I’m going onward Pacing fast and sometime slow One road ends, then goes another Same exactly as the old Where to go to, moving further Do I really have a goal Maybe I’m amnesiac Partly this explains my doubts If the memory I lack Sends me back to same old grounds How...

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Unhappy is the most horrible Aging agent in life you don't forget Reminding always, be a smiling fairy. I know childhood never come back You know one thing memories never dies And time will remind you to recall. I used to sit in an empty house I couldn't find the way to exit door I don't understand who's close and who's stranger....

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Tiny and trembling, the ant on its leaf-raft, each ripples a new world.... The rush of the current, and the stillness of the leaf, are not the same... The panic of separation, and that haunting feeling, of a colony left behind... The vastness of the river, and unknown horizons? And home so distant now.... The quiver of antennae, sensing unfamiliar scents, carried on the breeze... That fleeting security, six legs gripping...

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Future is uncertain lost dreams swept away by the sands of time love left with no traces heart yearning for something new to cover up what was lost within the soul mind racing to find the purpose in one’s life time but suddenly a shine of opportunity comes like lightning hope wrapped in love independence...

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Every moment, no One can tell where we should go Or what's coming then....

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I'm constantly thinking about the fear of the uncertain tomorrow... not being able to gain strength and conquer it with a mind so narrow. Living in solitude wasn't too pleasant it deepens if there's no control over it; in this lonely dimension I grew up, with a philosophy of a loveless pup! I often wished for amorous affections, dedicating myself to my...

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In the uncertain blue sky of our love, Why do you let the wind snatch the rays from your hair? In its fickle palm, let it caress your cheeks, With passion and desire, transforming your being into a shy dance. Its ecstasy brings sensations that rise towards the sky, A warm, sweet touch, like a fleeting dream. On your body, its...

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The heart and mind meld this time I would that I bleed, not cry Bleeding tells them my body hurts Crying reveals my heart and soul hurt The tree of life is uncertain and short Season in; season out, my life; your life Is like a vapour, only musters to vanish into thin air A hidden life speaks essence, yet is shortlived The...

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Life…? unbooked train travel ends in kick-out arrival. In every station, some get in and some go out. But everyone wishes their station would never arrive. It is still mysterious what makes fancy in this rushed, packed, tiresome, and bone-breaking travel. It must be those small windows. Still, it is not that easy to enjoy the scenario for someone...

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When we go, we will never know, what we don’t know, We will never know, that this kiss, was, the last kiss, We will never know, that this goodbye, was, the last goodbye, We will never know, who was sorry, or, if we were sorry, We will never know, what we, or they, meant to say, We will...

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age creeps in as certainty slips out; confidence of youth departed...

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