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Everyday I walk though these fucking hallways. Sit in this fucking desk. Talk to these fucking people. Look at this fucking teacher. Read this fucking book. Do this fucking homework.
One last entry before the night comes to an end, One more thought before the sheep comes- Slowly one by one, A puffy little cloud strutting aimlessly Above an unsurfaced ground. One last note to play-
dear me... how did you manage to open your eyes this morning? only hours ago your heart felt heavy beating slowly in your chest with your head against the pillow wondering how you could ever
I can't help but think of the moment When my loved ones will be gone, it will be over When I won't have a wall or cover When I lose my final lover
March again; Revive; Awaken!Build atop what has been taken,Find your mantra, young disciple:"Do not tarry; carry on." -
Asking when the right time is To move on forward, To leave behind things unbroken, People not forgotten, Actions never betraying a regretful tone, May not be so hard after all.
They say to us, "This generation knows nothing, they're only children, what do they know?" But they don't know the battles we've fought, the fear we faced, the weights on our shoulders.
A dying night. Early morning, and dawn's speed is beat my mine. crickets chirping inconsolably, yearning not for the moon to crash begrudgingly to the line
Compared to the expectation of my dreams, And the flight of my imagination, It seems still, This space I possess, My 17th year of life. I send a quake towards my destiny,
There are days in which I wish would not end, And there are days that I hope would just pass. Sometimes I just need the help of a friend,
People are always getting ready for tomorrow, But tomorrow never gets ready for them. In fact, it doesn't even know they are there. They choose and anxiety - Or rather, An anxiety chooses them -
I saw you Yesterday Or was it Today Probably not Tomorrow I heard you say Maybe I wish it was Yes But hopefully not No
On a desert island or a crowded city street The cold in my heart, the ache in my feet One among many or a single body all alone The inability to change the tone Couldn't matter less if I have in my heart
All I need is the oxygen you give me to breathe All I need is for the moon to rise and the sun to settle For the stars to shine and my worries to turn mellow All I need is the hope for a new tomorrow and an alive today
Tomorrow by Christian Betancourt Why wait for tomorrow? I ask For tomorrow is not promised.
The Dreams of Tomorrow Contest entry for Payne County Youth Services 2015, 8th annual contest. As of 12/12/15, results and placements have not been released yet. When they are, I’ll post that in an edit if I placed.
Somewhere past today standsA shattered, forgotten land.Unrestrained, creeping sandsShift with each breeze's whineHeroes yet to comeSome loved by all, all loved by some
I guess we're stuck on yesterday Take it down and pack away
Words being said About a world were there's only success or failure
They whisper to come and waste your time on the
Fighting fire with fire Is not very wise But when overcome with hatred Sadness and Demise Eyes get set on erasing Ultimately defacing A person to a thing Losing its self as a being
Yesterday Mistakes and regrets Left scars upon my skin and my heart The past is unmistakably
Today I'm writing a poem.
I want to go back yesterday
the infinite Stars keep Us company tonight
To some, it will never matter where you came from It only matters how much you make in the now Why could they care about the past? Everyone is so focused on the future and the present
How was I supposed to know it was so bad to be educated and black? Do I really intimidate you to the point of you trying to hold me back? All I've tried to do was make something out of $5 and a dream,
Don’t give up just yet, We all go through hard times I don’t want to say goodbye, And I care so please don’t cry But when I stand here with you, I see what could be so true
at the end of every today that passes i lay able to rest because i know that it means i am yet another day closer another day closer to my tomorrow
If its was up to me I would change the world. There is so much crime
Today and Tomorrow Not the same now Its like two sides of a coin Heaven and Hell i supposeToday's ride homeTomorrow's pollution stormYet no one seems to botherunless its the order
we ask for nothing but to be respected yet you treat us like an abomination
I’m trying not to lose these fading memories,Because they’re all that I have left of you,Even when the pain brings me to my kneesAnd I can’t breathe because I’ve glimpsed the hue
If I died tomorrow, I don't know if I would be proud of who I am today. [pause] Allow me, to explain, we have been told over and over again, that we should live freely within our constraints-
Today stands still and Yesterday runs away…
Who am I? It is the question of the ages. Am I who I was Yesterday and all the days before that? Am I who I happen to be Today? Is the sum of all of my Todays equal to my Tomorrow?
Everything feel like a blur.
I Can't lick those corrosive flares of doubt At 2 am, Lying on the couch, Wondering if Learning Russian or Telling sharper jokes or Actually flirting with guys
The flavor dances to the tip of my tongue; Of the luscious sweetness of the first hello; Biting at the first taste what life has strung; And spitting out my past below. My first hello of my new career;
They confide, we relate, we're alive, They escape. You can't hold on to what time already took in storage. Tomorrow's dream was to be different from today.
How deep can the depths of your heart go?How many things do you hide that you've wanted to show?You bottle it up and swallow your pride.You cover it up when it's clear that you've cried.Let your heart tell your mind what you've wanted to say.Let i
I stare off into space and let my mind wander. I think about everything and nothing... School, friends, enemies, life... Castles, princes, fairies... Dystopian society... Utopia...
Everybody talks about tomorrow Is there something so special about the day? I was told to clean my room this instant but I suppose if there is a tomorrow, I would rather go play!
My starving hope, .. my soul relys upon the morn of fresh tomorrows. For love essential-- do not withhold upon my living dying soul. Joy immeasurable
Dear Tomorrow, I envy you. You're the talk of the town, Yet I fear you, and all the mystery you carry. If I am a disaster, you are the hero. Everyone turns to you,
They say that we should treasure what we have today, that we don’t know what tomorrow will bring. It could be life or death, good or bad or life changing.
Words spill onto the paper from my pen. Words that shape and create new realities. All our secrets here lay bare. Truth made plain in black-and-white. Here there is no maybe. Here everyone is free.
I watched the sun peek out Over the empty arms of fall I see the light skewed by lonely branches The air is just begging to bite when it calls Tomorrow, Tomorrow It's always just a day away
Please don't fret my child You are never alone Please forget the bad times That made you cry and groan A better day is coming Just keep your head up high Let postive vibes start running
I intend to leave my footprints wherever I go Where I'm going only the heavens know I'm going to live my life,not fast, but slow Indulging in the hardships of becoming successful Walk in my shoes, my life is anything but a joke Travel from being h
Some days are always full of sorrow And the only hope to which we somewhat cling Is the clean slate of tomorrow And the joy that it will bring
Don’t hope for a tomorrow Better than all the ‘todays’ You have gotten Only when you realize that Today Is better than yesterday And tomorrow Is simply an echo of the future Will you find
Ah, Life. The Great Uniter, The Great Divider. So many burdens to bear, so many battles to fight, so many ways to fall. Are you strong enough to walk, powerful enough to run this race?
Tomorrow, an endless realm of new discoveries. Even the smartest do not know, what they will undergo. Tomorrow, A mystery that remains unsolved, until the day that tomorrow comes.
Missing you is me Loving you is free being true is easy but not completely today is a given and tomorrow is never known so be happy and let yourself be shown
his thing we started, Forever ago you could say, Once made me happy to wake up Each and every day.
This thing we started, Forever ago you could say, Once made me happy to wake up Each and every day.