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ryn Sep 2017
Clutch tight the tail of the sun.
Shed your tethers
and take that ride into the next.

Redeem the possibility
of limitless tomorrows.
Because today was meant to happen
and yesterdays were never meant
to weigh you down.
Barker Sep 2017
Spent too much time in my head
Late nights spent on possibilities,
Possibilities that never became reality
And now this is
My sad reality
(c)ibarker
thymos Aug 2017
time again, as if for the first—        not yet
does the earth have a meaning or a sense
and they neglected to tell the children
the limits of the possible are not set.

beneath the crust of daily indignities
courses the plane of unceasing life;
eruptions across history, one strife
if unsurrendered: serendipities.

go my soul, "love what you will never believe twice"
in the end, all there is is the throw of the dice.
s/o Badiou
Debanjana Saha Jul 2017
The possibility of the unknown
Is like a fruit yet to be tasted
either sweet or sour
unknown it will be
Until & unless dared to be tasted
for knowing its richness
for a better insight
of the soul!

– 28/06/2017
Possible possibility of new things has to be ventured out
and to be tasted for a new flavor in life.
thepoeticwit May 2017
If Rome
was built in a day,
Anything is possible.

If the Earth
was created
in 6 days,
then nothing is impossible.

If I can
build my mind
my thought
my opinion
in a split second
it’s a possibility that

it’s just me.

But things take longer
than usual.

Feels impossible,
no?
help...
D Apr 2017
I'm alive, if that means anything
I don't plan on dying soon
though anything could happen
from now, to noon

in a week I might be dead
and you wouldn't have a clue
anything could happen
to me, to you
just something I'm thinking about,
that I wanted to share before I went to bed

goodnight then
Bongani Moyo Apr 2017
Story Time

The girl with the beautiful laugh never ends up with the boy who secretly wishes to make her smile every day.

The End.
How many times should such continue to happen
Àŧùl Apr 2017
If I were a girl,
I would write poems of hope.

If I were a girl,
I would fly high with the wings of eternity.

If I were a girl,
I would enjoy my superior existence.

If I were a girl,
I would respect the future mother in me.

If I were a girl,
I would help the helpless get education.

Even though I am a boy,
I still write poems of hope.

Even though I am a boy,
I still try to fly with my wings.

Even though I am a boy,
I marvel at my uncanny existence.

Even though I am a boy,
I respect the caring future father in me

Even though I am a boy,
I have helped the helpless get education.
My HP Poem #1492
©Atul Kaushal
Eleanor Rigby Mar 2017
Billions and billions
Of possibilities
In a restless, uncertain world.
Your eyes meet mine
And I couldn't think
Of another pair
That could make me
As certain.


-- Eleanor
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