Forward Thinking | Short Poem No. 9

Forward thinking.
Not looking back
And not even looking around.
Just thinking forward.
Because, if it wasn’t for tomorrow,
what would be today?
Or, even worse,
if I was stuck in the past.

I guess you’d call that hope
and few other things last forever.

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And when there’s nothing else to hope for,
that is when people find their faith.

I always give myself
something to look forward too,
because if I only look at the daily mundane,
I’ll always just feel the same.

And it’s not every day
that something special happens.

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If you like this post, check out “Some days are better, some days are not.” by Winnie, as well as my own post “Tress Blowing in the Wind.”

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Raw Story | Short Poem No. 8

A raw story.

My heart is raw.
Hands wide open.
Take some of you and
deposit some hope in.

My soul is raw,
Mouth closed.
Less of me,
but making me free.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I see something coming
from the Giver.

Raw Story

My heart is raw,
been a few years.
But if it gets hard
there’s no more tears.

My soul is strong,
stronger every day.
When you lay it down
you’ll pick it up along the way.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I’ll get a new one
from the Giver.

Photo by Nicolae Rosu on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out Job 19:25-27 to see some of the inspiration for it, as well as my poem “Hurricane Path Map.”

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Moments Notice | Short Poem No. 4

In a moments notice I was in another place.

My feet walk on the hot sand.

A cool ocean breeze runs through my hair.

Your fingers settled in between mine.

The world had it’s worries but we forgot to care.

Can a moment like this stretch into eternity,

when you look into someone’s eyes?

moments notice

But time always moves on.

The moment always dies.

And you look back and dream,

wishing of another day;

to be again in that moment.

But as you dream of the past,

today, the moment that could have been,

slowly drifts away.

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If you liked this post, check out “Time Flies” by KaylaAnn, as well as my own post “Labor Day is Gone.”

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