The future concept has long captivated the poetic imagination, serving as a canvas for contemplation, anticipation, and speculation. Poets skillfully navigate the possibilities of the future, employing vivid imagery and thought-provoking language to evoke a sense of wonder and curiosity. These verses delve into the temporal horizon, exploring the interplay between human agency and the unknown.
They may reflect on the potential for progress, technological advancements, and societal transformation that lie ahead. At times, poets may also contemplate the fragility of the future, acknowledging the uncertainty and challenges accompanying the passage of time.
Through their poetic compositions, poets invite readers to engage in introspection, embracing the future as an ever-unfolding tapestry of opportunity, shaping their aspirations and inspiring them to shape the world that lies before them actively.
‘As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days’ by Walt Whitman offers a timeless examination of the poet’s purpose in a world that is constantly changing due to forces that only appear more tangible than poetry.
As I walk these broad majestic days of peace,
(For the war, the struggle of blood finish'd, wherein, O terrific Ideal,
Against vast odds erewhile having gloriously won,
Now thou stridest on, yet perhaps in time toward denser wars,
‘Sonnet 3’ is a Procreation Sonnet addressing Fair Youth while emphasizing the significance of procreation.
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
Jonathan Reed’s ‘The Lost Generation’ is a palindrome poem that utilizes an innovative approach in order to dictate the future course of the present generation.
I'm part of a Lost Generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world.
I realize this may be a shock, but
"Happiness comes from within"
is a lie, and "Money will make me happy"
‘Now We Are Six’ by A. A. Milne is a funny poem. The young speaker talks about what life was like when they were younger than they are now.
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
‘New Year’s Eve Midnight’ by Gabriel Okara reflects on passage of time, hopes, and dreams amidst fading memories, and dawn of new beginnings.
Now the bells are tolling –
a year is dead.
And my heart is slowly beating
the Nunc Dimittis
‘Very Old Man’ by James Henry eloquently reflects on life’s journey, seamlessly intertwining innocence, aging, and the mysteries within.
I well remember how some threescore years
And ten ago, a helpless babe, I toddled
From chair to chair about my mother's chamber,
Feeling, as 'twere, my way in the new world
‘Call Letters: Mrs V.B.’ by Maya Angelou is a motivational poem that speaks about approach life with confidence and determination.
Ships?
Sure I’ll sail them.
Show me the boat,
‘Over The Brazier’ exposes the fragility inherent to the dreams of three soldiers who hope for peaceful lives after the war.
What life to lead and where to go
After the War, after the War?
We'd often talked this way before
But I still see the brazier glow
Shakespeare’s ‘Sonnet 14’ ‘Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,’ prophesies the end of the fair youth’s truth and beauty if they don’t procreate.
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet methinks I have Astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
‘Wild Lemons’ by David Malouf is a powerful poem about the passage of time and how some things remain the same.
Through all those years keeping the present
open to the light of just this moment:
that was the path we found, you might call it
a promise, that starting out among blazed trunks
‘The Epic’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson contemplates tradition’s wane, artistic innovation, and the timeless value of creativity in changing times.
At Francis Allen’s on the Christmas-eve,—
The game of forfeits done—the girls all kiss’d
Beneath the sacred bush and past away—
The parson Holmes, the poet Everard Hall,
‘Sonnet 107’ by William Shakespeare addresses how the speaker and the Fair Youth are going to be memorialized and outsmart death through the “poor rhyme” of poetry.
Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
‘The Invocation’ by Gabriel Okara is a poem in the “The Fisherman’s Invocation” series of poems, and it continues to look at themes of time and identity.
See the sun in my hands
I see
See the Gods in the sun
I see
See the Back in my hands
Robert Frost’s ‘The Road Not Taken’ explores life’s choices, opportunities, and the ensuing lingering regret of untaken paths.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
‘When Spring Comes’ by Alberto Caeiro is a poem dedicated to nature, while emphasizing the insignificance of our human life.
When spring comes,
If I've already died,
The flowers will bloom in the same way