At The End Of The Day Poems - Poems about At The End Of The Day

The voice within, a whisper bruised, Fights the noise the world has used To carve a man from primal bone To cage the beast, to leash the lone. The mind, a mat where wars unfold, Instincts wild, but nurtured cold. They tame him not with chains or rods, But with applause and wooden Gods. He wears the mask, rehearsed and tight, Performs by day,...

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After Angella Voras-Hills fallen green apples here and there at a dead end, the yard is where in the story lies an ending, the life I lead an illusion a collage along the road of broken houses bathed in light a quiet moment, a lament when the day bleeds into colors and all my realities and dreams connect There is an illusion of light...

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At the end of the day How do you feel? Are you ok? Can you sleep peacefully? If so, good for you. Because at the end of the day I'm in pain And i stay awake until my demons give me peace But they never do At the end of the day Where do you see yourself Dead or...

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At the end of the day it seems I know more than I knew in the morning The daytime reality fades into dreams The dreams disappear with no warning It all boils down to the evening Just one more evening to bear Since one certain day it’s a different feeling Cause you are no longer there So what do I know? Not much The...

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It's funny, the random things that remind you of what a lovely place the world can sometimes be. Like two little birds alighting on a wire, as you emerge from the underground just at dusk on a Thursday: two weightless silhouettes, suspended in the pre-star sky. I wonder what journeys they've seen; if they are recounting the day's adventures, or merely resting...

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put up my feet and tune out my favourite music in the background forget the daily grind no worries no busy mind brush free the day's cobwebs smile to myself and relax shake off the weight of the world AP: Honorable Mention 2024 Posted on September 13, 2024...

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At the end of the day I'm still at the same place At the end of the day I'm still wishing to rewrite the stars At the end of the day I couldn't befriend the odds You never know If we could go on forever You never know where the bright lights hide You never know If we could ever reach the magical jungle It finally...

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The final score always left wanting, regretting much metaphorical bed-wetting. The cross-over to the beginning is as swift as molasses. Mental heels drag, pointlessly we ran out of points to make too soon. At the very end is the redirect start line - bang! Go, not rats racing just facing up to the concrete ceilings we plastered over only yesterday and yesterday now will always remain an 'end of the day'...

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When the day is ended and it is time for bed, and I lay my head down, I sigh with tears; I am so, so grateful to still be healthy. when thousands have died in the world. I am doing everything I can to stay save, isolating inside, getting groceries delivered; medications delivered, wearing a mask, washing my hands over and...

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The end of the day Beginning of the evening On into the night… My work still not done Leftovers for tomorrow It goes on and on… Stuff to do at home Chores and more to take care of Never enough time… Time of real substance Spent in ease and calm repose Comforts mind and soul… Fix something to eat Relax in your easy chair Watch some good TV… Recharge batteries Renew...

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Another heart of gold, has been taken from our sight. Sorrow, grief and tears, come at the speed of light. Family and friends now gather, to make our final stand. Life and death now join, we are walking hand in hand. We're gathered as a group, to try and say farewell. Your life that we now celebrate, our eyes with...

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Precious moments fade to black at twilight as sleep shuts my weary eyes. It’s the end of a day. My wants, needs and expectations all rest snuggly beneath my pillow... where they'll peacefully sleep. So goodnight, moon, and all the stars that shine. So long to all birds that sing... till we meet tomorrow. Submitted for... Strand Choice Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner:...

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The sun is setting on another day Another hard grind it's just the way I see the colours up in the sky Pinks and purples, orange all beautiful by design I sit and watch at this wonderful aspect of life I see the moon readying itself To shine a light now the sun has gone down I am awaiting stars to appear...

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This crimson afternoon is getting late with evening shadows growing ever long. The sun is knocking loud at nighttime’s gate as nature’s choir is singing evening’s song. The western sky is painted coral hues as day surrenders to the evening dusk, and daylight slowly starting to diffuse while giving way for darkness to unhusk. In emerald treetops birds begin to roost, as golden harvest...

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i am tired the day was long and i did nothing nothing from the things i had to do i am happy the day was full and i did a lot a lot of the things i liked to do i am tired the day was good cause i did i have done what made me happy...

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