#morrow - Hello Poetry

IF, It should be on the morrow, OR Two decades more over, Let me wait for this, just this, Be dying in a bed, with four, no more! eight, legs mine, hers, and our luv dog, jambalaya'd into each other… one dish for all, and all, for each other… 9/23/25

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Sep 23, 2025

Sep 23, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC

onlylovepoetry

if/when I die in bed, Jambalaya

IF, It should be on the morrow, OR Two decades more over, Let me wait for this, just this, Be dying in a bed, with four, no more! eight, legs mine, hers, and our luv dog, jambalaya'd into each other… one dish for all, and all, for each other… 9/23/25

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Here I lay at morrow's feet, begging for yesterday's grace to fill me once more, so I may face the dawn.

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Feb 28, 2023

Feb 28, 2023 at 10:07 AM UTC

Serendipity16

Beg

Here I lay at morrow's feet, begging for yesterday's grace to fill me once more, so I may face the dawn.

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The things she says in her sorrow stretch on till morrow. Emotions bend, bow, and break, shaking her to the core. She says love is lost, but she loves everyday. She says love is an elusory thing, but she long to grasp it, and hold it close, close to her heart she feels is blackened with decay, yet it pump blood through her beautiful veins.

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Mar 3, 2019

Mar 3, 2019 at 5:44 AM UTC

leal-knowone

Illusory

The things she says in her sorrow stretch on till morrow. Emotions bend, bow, and break, shaking her to the core. She says love is lost, but she loves everyday. She says love is an elusory thing, but she long to grasp it, and hold it close, close to her heart she feels is blackened with decay, yet it pump blood through her beautiful veins.

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An hour might as well be a year, A life, a night lacking sleep, Something sweet but just outta reach, Or song, one line, that one line, With memories sweeter than ice cream, And crescendo akin to broken mirrors. Long gone, would be the “clickety-clack,” The coming and going of a train; Meaning to stop, but only to pass you by, Offering the slightest dust, hints to where You should have been come ‘morrow; Left would be an only, lonely to posit – Why can the gulls go when I can’t?

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May 12, 2016

May 12, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC

liam-c-calhoun

Waving from a window

An hour might as well be a year, A life, a night lacking sleep, Something sweet but just outta reach, Or song, one line, that one line, With memories sweeter than ice cream, And crescendo akin to broken mirrors. Long gone, would be the “clickety-clack,” The coming and going of a train; Meaning to stop, but only to pass you by, Offering the slightest dust, hints to where You should have been come ‘morrow; Left would be an only, lonely to posit – Why can the gulls go when I can’t?

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Under the bridge, a once again Tranced by the rhythm of a river Chaos culminated to calm strains Crucified and paraded in clarity A push and I pushed deeper to sink Your eyes lighted with a remedy A redemption of persisting ache A depth tucked and hidden in a mast Unclaimed and reared, purely untainted An essence delivered by a spirited past Cocoon to a parameter of perception A scent delicately brewed in aged truce Under a bridge in a moment called now Blocks scented with nitrogen spurred ***** A depart from the swan hypnotic dreams A renegade of mottos, hollows of morrows

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC

SassyJ

Hollows of Morrows (Additional Audio)

Under the bridge, a once again Tranced by the rhythm of a river Chaos culminated to calm strains Crucified and paraded in clarity A push and I pushed deeper to sink Your eyes lighted with a remedy A redemption of persisting ache A depth tucked and hidden in a mast Unclaimed and reared, purely untainted An essence delivered by a spirited past Cocoon to a parameter of perception A scent delicately brewed in aged truce Under a bridge in a moment called now Blocks scented with nitrogen spurred ***** A depart from the swan hypnotic dreams A renegade of mottos, hollows of morrows

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everything else has room to grow so continue to run, gallop and walk weave through the something's and nothing's, aching for that better tomorrow

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC

decem

Growing in Morrows

everything else has room to grow so continue to run, gallop and walk weave through the something's and nothing's, aching for that better tomorrow

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*Even if the morrow Is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return To become the dew That clenches the land To spare the sands The seas and the sky I offer thee this silent sacrifice*

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Dec 20, 2015

Dec 20, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC

Loveless

LOVELESS - Act V

*Even if the morrow Is barren of promises Nothing shall forestall my return To become the dew That clenches the land To spare the sands The seas and the sky I offer thee this silent sacrifice*

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