Best Future Poems

Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
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You may forget but
let me tell you
this: someone in
some future time
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Can rules or tutors educate
The semigod whom we await?
He must be musical,
Tremulous, impressional,
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Only on me, the lonely one,
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
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The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty. He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness. He gave her the cup of happiness and said, 'Drink not from this cup unless you forget the past and the future, for happiness is naught but the moment.'
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The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,
Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the
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Introduction: Eyes can be deceiving...So don't give up with a snap because Its only the beginning. Fight it, ease in your future and make it glow from the gray vicinity.
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A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm. Sing and be merry!" The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir.

Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people's weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking. She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death. She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince's oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life.
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XLII

'My future will not copy fair my past'—
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
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The future: time's excuse
to frighten us; too vast
a project, too large a morsel
for the heart's mouth.
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BEFORE I trust my fate to thee,
Or place my hand in thine,
Before I let thy future give
Color and form to mine,
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Cool breeze and fresh air,
Give comfort and raise hair,
Body relaxed and sound sleep,
Novel ideas and insight to peep,
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day day day or history should I call you?
To you future is alien, only present is the ink that fills your pen
Your pen that has never licked the same letters upon the book of time.
On the pages of seconds you carve universes silent whisper
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The letters always just evade the hand
One skates like a stone into a beam, falls like a bird.
Surely the past from which the letters rise
Is waiting in the future, past the graves?
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I thank God for having sent me here,
What did I bring? Bare body and no wear,
No sense, nothing to see, only to hear,
Opening eyes slowly and gently with fear,
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I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
Fusing them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
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I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour
In being the last of one's kind: a topmost moment as one watched
The huge wave curving over Atlantis, the shrouded barge
Turning away with wounded Arthur, or Ilium burning.
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Because gods perceive future things, men what is happening now,
but wise men perceive approaching things.

Philostratus, Life of Apollonius of Tyana, VIII, 7.
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When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
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ON the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining--I think a thought of the clef of
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IN the new garden, in all the parts,
In cities now, modern, I wander,
Though the second or third result, or still further, primitive yet,
Days, places, indifferent--though various, the same,
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He manipulates the wheel of life
Masterly woven his past
Carefully paints the present
Collects tons of gold for his future.
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When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
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In me, past, present, future meet
To hold long chiding conference.
My lusts usurp the present tense
And strangle Reason in his seat.
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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What can I say to you, darling,
When you ask me for help?
I do not even know the future
Or even what poetry
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One after the other, they wished to predict a happy future for us,
With an eclipse in their image and all the anguish befitting us!
We disdained this equality,
Answered no to their assiduous words.
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how to measure the value of life
is it the wealth or dignity?
who will judge and balance
is it the past or the future?
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Our future
just beyond reach

of the candlelight
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What's the use of crying, in a Yesterday that's gone?
What's the point of worrying, in a Tomorrow not yet born?
Why not live in bliss and joy and peace?
In the present moment be happy, be happy, can we please?
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The stars are filtering through a tree
outside in the moon's silent era.

Reality is moving layer over layer
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I would to heaven that I were so much clay,
As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling -
Because at least the past were passed away -
And for the future - (but I write this reeling,
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'Tis done! - I saw it in my dreams;
No more with Hope the future beams;
My days of happiness are few:
Chill'd by misfortune's wintry blast,
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Proud word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
Over my open volume you will say,
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White-maned, wide-throated, the heavy-shouldered children of
the wind leap at the sea-cliff.
The invisible falcon
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My future is already set
My future is finding the right person for me
I plan on keeping that one forever
This future tells me that i am going to have a perfect husband
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Today we face the trying times
Of heartache and pain.
Many hopes and dreams are shattered,
And prayers seem to be in vain.
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Means you
are a slave
to thoughts,
of future dreads.
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' My future will not copy fair my past'--
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
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The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
The old ones, in their dotage, linger on –
they, with no future, live only in the past.
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To-day's most trivial act may hold the seed
Of future fruitfulness, or future dearth;
Oh, cherish always every word and deed!
The simplest record of thyself hath worth.
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When all birds flew back to nest, for rest,
Sinking sun into west when floated very fast
Heavy hands and hazy mind when lost its zest,
Then I am quite sure, he is losing vigor bast,
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Weep, daughter of a royal line,
A Sire's disgrace, a realm's decay;
Ah! happy if each tear of thine
Could wash a father's fault away!
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We have passed a long poetic test, test, test,
Moving in time we say Poem Hunter is the best.

Rest is understood, guest has visited mount top,
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I feel as though my skin is taut & stretched so tightly over bone
On a rack my body caught stretched until my form has grown
I feel as though my head is cracked & all I am is fading fast
Insanity has now attacked, erasing present, future, past.
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at maturity
we realize, truth of life
while the shadow mocks
the long tunnel clears the way
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I drink to home, that is lost,
To evil life of mine,
To loneness in which we’re both,
And to your future, fine, --
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My future will not copy fair my past -
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
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My some prestigious and pestilent features ask, "what is future? "
And persuade me not to bother about future
Saying that it is too far
And suggesting to enjoy present and not to think of future;
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There is element of surprise
Even it is in sudden demise
Why does the sun always rise?
It can stay at home otherwise
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‘AMNESIA’ [4]. …
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# Memory…
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The tragedy lies
in knowing the future lives
only in the mind
the body surrenders well
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Not so different,
But the resentments
Are oh so real,
Hatred at the past,
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unbeatable past,
unpredictable future,
unique joyful ‘now'!
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Look to the future
Detach from the past
Let the people go
Start a new this time
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Hope

Hope and Faith go hand in hand.
Hope for the future.
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the years picture shadows play, hanging like baubles on the tree.
reflecting the time gone, time yet to be.

some radiant with treasures, string of lantern lights
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Let the trees grow where you lay
So, the doves can watch you
From above
And put olive branches on yr gave
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How Cute, the birds fly,
Under the beautiful sky.
How cute, builds the nest,
Where it goes for the rest,
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The Torment

Sorrow swalowed me into the cruel black sea,
The icy cold water washed over me,
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Those are the examples and maxims
Easily can be added in speeches
But hard to add in ruling and administrating
For the fear and the confusion acting,
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A TIME TRAVELER
I am a time traveler, traveling in space
and time,
Through my past, present and future, -
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Three things never come back,
the lost time, the spoken word
and the departed soul.
Three things can not be
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THE embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,
Will not unwillingly their place resign;
If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands,
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Sing me a song of glory,
tell me an old fashioned story.
Sing of hard times, sad times true,
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Is it that in some brighter sphere
We part from friends we meet with here?
Or do we see the Future pass
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Left, Right &Centre

At any moment, given
‘Where am I? ” – just ask the question
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Are you trapped,
In a career,
No future,
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In vain your future waited
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Life lives in the veins of hope
The hope cultivates the future
Future is the immortal child of the hope
So let's hope to beget the immortality
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We played, we laughed
we were loved.
We were ripped from the arms of our
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' My future will not copy fair my past'--
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
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As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty,
Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him
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All love to watch
Their future generations,
Sustaining with a nice mood,
All love to give whole earnings
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The Corrupt The Totalitarian
March 14, 2023

The corrupt have been now the totalitarian
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You are the mortal goddess, Oh! Present,
Of the stupendous ocean of immortal time.
Though devoid of power for granting boon
Worshipped dedicatedly and devotedly
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Pulse across deep feelings
shadow sweeps the spot

hanging thunderbolts
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Wall of haste, wall of shadows
Who's my life? Iam living for

Who's my present? who's my future?
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December reminds us of the gone January,
And January reminds us of coming December.

This relation is not just for the change of baton,
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PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future day.
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
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Respected poet sir
Devotional Gratitude (भक्ति कृतज्ञता)Tirupathi Chandrupatla Ji

You will be happy to know that I have picked up your poem titled, "With Great Splendor, " and comprehensively line by line reviewed it on date 23 February 2019. This is posted below your poem in many comments. The complete review I am attaching here for your future reference.
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It's the final day as we all take photographs and say goodbye; a thought goes through my mind.
I may never see any of you again. I don't want to let go of the many memories we have made.
Yet I know that will not happen as the memories we have created have been engraved on my heart and left a deep impression in my mind.
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The shadow by my finger cast
Divides the future from the past:
Before it, sleeps the unborn hour
In darkness, and beyond thy power:
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Past is not a
pessimistic reminder
but a golden guideline
for all humans to enter
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The day after tomorrow
Is the son of tomorrow
The grand son of today
If we adhere to hereditary genetics
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He wakes me up with a message of prayer
He wakes me up with a message of hope
He wakes me up with a message of love
He wakes me up with a message of devotion to work
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My rights go hand in hand with my responsibilities
My rights to having a perfect childhood
My responsibility to being a good child
A brighter and an excellent way to my adulthood
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Why dwell on something
You can not change
Look to the future
Do the best you can
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I often worry
Of where my next meal comes from
Of where do I sleep next?
Of what the future holds?
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The past is only memory
and the future a fatal mystery.
The present is the only gift
That offers our existence peace
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PASTIME WITH PAST
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Past: O no!
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We live
only in the instant.

Beyond the 24
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Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
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