At Loose Ends Poems - Poems about At Loose Ends

Loose ends left dangling make you nervous. They crave a neat knot-tie for a conclusion. A bow to seal, a ribbon to heal, like shoe-laces they want to be retied, to not trip you up. For loose ends left behind, untied and loose, leave you distracted, not seeing what's coming next. But, secretly we love loose ends left hanging, dangling, like wind chimes...

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Hold on to loose ends Hold on to loose ends As the world around Continues to unravel Cast adrift Alone at sea Where are you If not in me? All that’s lost Shall be found When truth reigns And love abounds World still turning All karma’s burning Hold on to loose ends Hold on to loose ends (2/19/25)...

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Tied my loose ends You said yall were just friends In the moment im conquered with lust At the end of it all I feel is disgust Answers to all the questions you ask Unfortunately for the two of us I wear the mask...

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Out of sight you went now you seek forgiveness will it ease your pain...

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death is very clear not like blurred reality where snags just appear and...

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Love on a fault line how do heartache fools survive listen to the music...

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It was two A. M., and I’d not slept. I had grumbled and groaned, almost wept. What was torturing me? Then the truth I did see. I yelled, “Whoopee” and from my bed leapt. My old arthritic knees worked just fine; to the kitchen I made a beeline. There was one piece of cake, which for my sweet tooth’s sake I devoured. Then I...

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If everything were simple it would shape just like a brain, And I’d take it out and look at it and never feel a pain, And I’d pity poorer mortals who didn’t care if it were true, For the clear and simple reasons that explained their shallow view, And my life would be a pleasure with no pondering to...

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With this tear I remember you, betwixt the moon and morning's dew. Old photographs taken have cracked and faded, my roses have crumbled inside the book's pages. A gift you gave me is wrapped but broken, In pieces my heart still holds these tokens. By a thread old love is sewn into me, Binding my heart with memories. I often tug at its...

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was this tortured victoms ground zero a lie? were his 17 sites of an obsessive world peace nature proof in the pudding? were the forgetfulintentions of poetrypoem helpful at all? the life lesson of ressurecting three literary saviours and then slaughter them how many witnesses to this technicolor dream there to keep you living? can you prove me wrong that i just...

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Every stroke of my pen tightens a hold on my heart every loose end made one deeper scar with every line painted with words so vain this one moment has driven me insane this written question of how do I find myself for he has done nothing but hurt me and make me long for help knowing it will never come I am the weakest will and here...

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Can't try to escape they reach out and grab you wanna go someplace else and leave it all behind you But you can't and even if you did they are always one step behind you Loose ends are meant to be tied sometimes the knots slip but we can say that we tried Life is full of unanswered questions A mainstay of life is to learn it's lessons We learn...

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Alcoholism Hail the old religion Resurrected drug addictions Perceived Pessimism Doesn't matter what's right Too concerned with what's wrong Doesn't matter what's right But how much does it cost? Prostitution New resolution New aged nuns forgiven Metaphoric decisive vision Does it matter whats right When everything seems wrong Doesn't matter what you got too concerned...

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There is this feeling I don't like Loose ends They drive me crazy It's like when you fall asleep on the floor watching TV and you wake up The TV is still going and all the lights are still on You're drooling everywhere. And you've been out cold for a couple of hours. It's that feeling of, "What the heck...

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My shoelace is loose What do I care Motivation to move Is simply nowhere, What is the point and who knows? This time is my time And my time is mine. Laid back in thought Mind out of gear What have I got It's me, who is here And that loosened lace, only shows My space is my space Keep out of my face. In...

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