Wiersze na temat: future

Wiersze na temat „future” na Poets.by.

Najczęściej czytane ▸

Dave Bonta

Future-proof

how many bury tomorrow in a castle I will make a home in that land without a road and if I miss some things I will forget by degrees the way of living under a sense of want
Czytaj wierszUcz się na pamięć
KontemplacyjnyDave Bonta

From the Neolithic

Noon broke. I walked alone, taking notice of the ground— a future of mine which I shall be glad to exchange, raising our roof higher to enlarge our first moor. I had a fine walk in the fields— the home I ate.
NiespokojnyDave Bonta

Future Tense

a nameless fear approaches the crickets fall silent i hear thin things like teeth chattering a heart thudding against its slaughterhouse pen my caught breath turns tenuous as a frayed rope i hear myself saying go on you don’t exist yet oh future voracious as a vacuum my own appetites have changed i can count my ribs what else would you have me consume
NatchnionyDave Bonta

* * *

Deep in the woods, a small sun-starved blueberry bush is having its best year ever: it produced a flower for the first time—a perfect yellow bell!—and a forest bumblebee with pollen on her feet found its nectar. Now the green berry swells. What bird will find it when it assumes the color of the sky? How far might its seeds travel? That’s how suddenly the future can change on you. forest floor striped with shadows swallowtail
RadosnyDave Bonta

Independence Day

Remembering a time in my life when I still found people interesting and believed in the future. I think I’m happier now that I have no particular expectations. once again finding my fly unzipped
KontemplacyjnyDave Bonta

Options

war though it be I have myself an if an owl is not fit to see green or we to see which tomorrow we conceive
NatchnionyDante

Im glad i didnt end my life for you

I never thought I would give up my life so easily, I was taken back by your words and held onto them tightly. Now I still hold onto them, although I look at them with no trace of thought, I was never happy with you, I was scared and frail, You taught me many things, and told me I didn't deserve most of life itself. I had wished that I had put my life aside that day, but now I crave being alive. I crave seeing my future, and where it will take me. I look forward to seeing my partner and speaking with them. I am older and decided to save myself from the darkness your finger tips had held. My chest doesn't hurt before I sleep I want to live I want to decide for myself I want to love and hold my hands out
KontemplacyjnyBalachandran V

The leftover

Do not look to the future. It needn't necessarily come. The present is now, whether you like it or not. Disbelieve what smart people tell you Past is the only truth. The past is yours, yours alone, Undeniably, unchangeably, Indelible, burned onto your brain, Scarring it forever. On a summer morning Shake it all down on a mat, Lay it on the sun, Warming, Watch it turn brittle,
Niespokojnycornthedork

My own

Uncomfortable In my own home Crawling Under my own skin Itching At my own mask Fighing From my own cage Comlacent In my own life Hurting To my own self Waiting On my own future
Romantycznycloverthoughts

i feel it

whatever cheesy feeling they talk about feeling in movies i feel it with you. from the first time i saw you, to every time since then. i never knew a true home until i found your arms. and now i never wanna leave. the butterflies in my stomach, mixed with my heart beat tell me one thing. and my brain knowing it can't be this way forever say another. i wish i knew a way to change time, or fast forward it because i'd make sure you were my future. because i know when i look into your eyes, i feel it when i'm with you. i know when you say say that you're mine, i feel it with you. i feel as though time punishes us. when we can be with each other time moves faster than ever.
Romantycznycherryblossom95

Loving The Unloving One

Day 4th I love you Is that not enough? I adore you Is that not enough? I want you Is that not enough? I miss you Is that not enough? I proclaim my love for you Is that not enough? I sacrifice my youth for loving you Is that not enough? I sacrifice my beauty for feeling sadness of being the unmissed one, for you Is that not enough? I live my life for you
KontemplacyjnyAnne Scott Musil

Youth

what we make you inherit we say ourselves inheritors of all we are mostly unseen all we can change or can't and will or won't our debris insights skyscrapers word or insect bites cocky unsure in inequality wars states wanting to pass down green sun-blessed greeneries or symphonies or vulgar croons We work read news sometimes protest make gardens birdbaths poems - try. Meditate to tap real subtler realms our inner light.