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Goddess of USR Oct 2023
A woman spends her time,
Dreaming of a man unknown,
A world that's yet to shine.

It is his and it is mine.

She sees the stars up in the sky,
And wonders what they mean,
She dreams of places far away,
And a place she's never been.

She thinks of the one,
Who lives beyond her reach,
And wonders if he’s dreaming too,
Of things they cannot speak.

She knows that life is fleeting,
And time is always short,
But still she keeps on dreaming,
Of things that she'll exhort.

For in her faithful dreaming,
She finds a sense of peace,
A world that's full of love,
And a life that's full of ease.

So let us be like her,
And dream our dreams each day,
For in our faithful dreaming,
We'll find one another someday
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Amanda Kay Burke May 2023
One day I'll be strong
Fly across the galaxy
Ride shooting stars in your eyes
To place we can be free

One day we will shed our former skins
Hearts forever intertwined
Then maybe you'd feel your worth
I'd feel love we before couldn't find

One day existing will not be hard
Soul not ever weary or forsaken
No longer will heartache linger in air
Every morning ardent spirit awakens

One day you will confront the shadows
Plaguing darkened mind
Towards the heavens you'll gravitate
Sin's embrace left behind

One day addiction will not imprison us
You will be in my arms where you belong
Hearts will finally be at peace
One day you will be strong

One day...

Someday...


WE will be stronger!
Written 11-1-18
nanimono Apr 2023
Someday we will meet again
In the middle of a crowd
With each other's life
Even that time you're pushing a stroller
I will still warmly greet you
And, I said in my heart:
"I'm always happy for you"
louella May 2022
someday far from now,
i’ll be sitting on my porch with my soulmate
watching the grass blow in the wind
we’ll go to church
eye the maple leaves as they fall swiftly to the ground
our hands will be glued together
and we’ll watch our dog frolic in the yard
but, that’s someday very far from now
inspired by taking a car ride through ohio.
everything i do turns to poetry lol

5/29/22
Zack Ripley Apr 2022
I can't see the future.
But somehow, I have a feeling that someday, you won't struggle when you have to decide
if you should stay or go.
And that's a day you'll never forget.
Because that's the day you'll realize
that you don't need anybody
to make you feel like somebody.
Zack Ripley Feb 2022
Dear stranger: it's no secret
that times have been hard for everyone.
But you're not everyone, are you?
Maybe you lost someone.
Maybe you lost yourself.
Maybe you've been asked to do more
than you signed up for. Whatever's going on,
I know it may seem like you're losing control. Like you don't have a choice.
However this poem finds you,
I hope you come to find that you DO
have a chance to have a choice.
A chance to raise your voice.
I hope that someday, you accept
that you are worthy of love.
That you stop feeling guilty you survived.
But most of all, I hope that someday,
you wake up and find yourself grateful and happy to be alive
Zack Ripley Jan 2022
Someday, I may start moving on.
I know that's what you'd want.
But I need you to hear me when I say
"I ain't going nowhere."
I may grieve, but I'll never let
the memories leave. I'll never let the music die. And when times get tough,
I'll never forget I have an angel on my side
Zack Ripley Dec 2021
Why am I still standing here
When there is nothing to stand for?
Because I hope someday there will be.
Nat Oct 2021
In nothing but a string of letters and words I'll make you feel something
It might not be great but it'll be something, it's got to be - something new, something novel
But it won't be sad. We all know what sadness is
It won't be happy or beautiful or even ugly because that's all old hat
No funky formatting, or perspective shifts, no careful pronouns
It won't have images or anything
Just words
Objective words with meanings older than the earth,
And no one will ever misunderstand just what I meant when I wrote it
And no one will ever have experienced anything quite like it before
And it'll make someone, somewhere, just once think:
"Whoa, this poetry stuff can be as spiritual as music"

I'll write something like that Someday, I think
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