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Jay M Mar 2021
One day
I know not when
I yearn for the dawn to arrive
For the sun to bring forth the day
When I may finally bid this prison farewell
Step through the faded door and then
Finally live, rather than just survive
For the day when I can, at last, say
I have escaped this hell

Someday
Regrettably far, far away
There will no longer be the fear
Consuming of a poor dear
Rather release, relief
Free, despite all belief

There will come a day
When all will be at ease
Like a cool, summer breeze
After a day of blistering heat
No more burns upon these aching feet

- Jay M
March 24th, 2021
Someday..
Axion Prelude Jan 2021
I've dreamt of you
and now you're here
even when I'm awake
Amrin Mar 2021
Some day!
Someday I will catch the sun
Slay the stars
And sail ashore

Someday I will fly so high
Flaunt your love
And free the sighs!

Someday I will un-cage my heart
Call your phone
And calm your soul

Someday I will dance on my toes
Dread no more
And daunt no more

Someday! There will be some day
I'll laugh out loud
And it won't be a lie!
Grey Jan 2021
One day, you'll whisper sweet nothings in my ear
and I'll fall asleep to your soft lullabies
of stardust skipping stones and rainbow oceans.

One day,  I'll tell you that your eyes
remind me of the universe
and that you shine brighter than the most dazzling star.

One day, I'll reveal that I ask for you whenever I wish on the sun
and that when our fingers brush against each other,
it feels like the entire world smiles.

One day, I'll wake up from this nightmare
only to roll over and see you curled up next to me.

But as I finger the cold sheets beside my lone body,
I know that today is not the day.
1/21/2021
Nolan Willett Jan 2021
A name follows you-
Even when you’re made anew.
Neither can you leave your face,
Or entirely forget your birthplace;
We must have done some misdeed,
In a past life, indeed,
Because we’re of a lower caste,
Doomed iconoclasts,
Fighting for nothing,
And eternally suffering.
And when we’ve had enough of it,
Enough of being misfits,
When we realize it was designed this way,
And that there is no “someday”,
Then we’ll venture six feet underground,
To tear a heaven down.
Akira Dec 2020
Gusto ko nga masanag sama sa bulan,
sa ilawom sa langit nga gabii nagadan-ag ako.
Nahibal-an nako nga kini nga mga pangandoy matuman sa dili madugay.
Gihangyo ko nga kini nga mga pangandoy dili magpadayon ingon usa ka damgo.

Usa ako ka buhi nga tawo nga adunay katuyoan
alang sa matag gagmay nga mga butang nga akong nakita mao ang katahum.
Aron makab-ot ang akong katuyoan ang akong gipunting,
Akong atubangon kini nga mga hagit nga maisugon.

Akong kuptan og maayo
ug dili igsapayan kung unsa ang gihunahuna sa katilingban.
Basta nagbuhat ako og maayo,
Hatagan ra ko sila og kindat.

Kay nahibal-an ko nga makab-ot ko ang akong mga katuyoan someday,
Malipayon ako sa bisan unsang paagi.
This is a Bisaya version of my poem SOMEDAY.
I think I should do this because the old Bisaya language is slowly fading or forgotten.

PS for me this is the most romantic language ever!!
chang Sep 2020
Someday doesn't mean reassurance -
a pocket for small , frail hopes.
Someday means someday will arrive.

Make her a dress.
With your own two hands.
Out of nothing and everything.

When someday comes,
make her beautiful
for yourself.
Left Foot Poet Jan 2020
how I know we will make love someday / primal2

whatever you think of overwhelming distance,
thick black lined international boundaries,
no Westerly wind, snow binding, winter blinding, can forbid
the innate desired connectivity, the eye locking messaging,
the shared shards of losses cumulative, that we alone can relieve/repair

I will travel by jetliner, car, to unpack you from snowdrifts,
write quatrains upon your eyes, elegies on your lips,
epic poems using every body space possess-able, asking for nothing
in return, for living is hard enough, no need for quid pro quo bargaining

do not ask what am I to you, resist classification, place me not,
no slot, no rowed field, under closed eyes remember, recall,
better the butter of love and loss, which I’ll take and also leave,
summer spreads and relishes kitchen canned for next year’s winter

did you know, of course not, my name is Mordecai,^ the same who,
was Vizier to Darius and Xerxes I, meaning pure myrrh and
master of languages, but this is not the time/place, my secrets two,
to give away, and yet forbear, you may ask questions that no sensible human answers

honestly

but I have, and will do so again, against all odds, we will
compose original numbers, all prime, all natural occurring,
divisible, yes, but  only by the number itself and the number 1,
1,
a number that answers:

the equation, the prime ideal,
why only 1 + 1 equals:

primal 2

~
it takes one to create two
^https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mordecai
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