Best Concluding Poems
Last Dance by Darren White
Oh be my heart for me when it stops beating,
My lungs to breathe thin air still far too chill,
My feet to dance the world while I’m still living
As they still want but now no longer will.
Be my two arms and tug me in our tango—
Flamenco palo, wrap your wings around
My lithe frame, chant me our concluding canto
With all the strength in us you somehow found.
Oh sit with me and reminisce those dances…
Pure, perfect passion, smile and lift your head,
Observe illuminated skies above you…
We meet again, we’ll waltz soon in Atlantis.
With you here, there is nothing that I dread,
Do not be sad, this is not an adieu.
May I Have This Dance?
My heart beats a steady rhythm
Gale winds won't take my breath
Your feet on top of mine can dance all ebullient
And if your arms get tired, mine will hold your weight
No wings here-I am mortal
Let our spirits of freedom sate
And soar across the heavens, through the Milky Way
You are a bright lit candle-the flame will not go out
For I am keeper of the lighthouse
Scribing every nuance
Your words shine so, mi Estrella
Living words that sing and sway
Sometimes rhyming, artful placing
Every syllable is etched to stay
So, light the path of your life’s passions
Each word a heartfelt view
Dance for everyone to follow-learn the beauty that is you.
Categories:
concluding, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
On the day after Christmas, they started appearing,
cast out of houses, stripped of their finery,
lying crooked in the gutter, garbage bags flanking.
My brothers and I walked to school
and halfway there, three blocks away,
was a steep ravine called The Hollow.
A place of some dark mystery in summer,
one hundred feet deep and forbidden land
according to most parents, The Hollow
sang its song to all neighborhood kids.
Returning to school after Christmas,
my brothers and I would drag the discarded
Christmas trees along the sidewalk and onto the bridge
that spanned The Hollow, then heave them over the railing,
watching their graceful tumble earthward,
their air brushing final fall.
"Hey, I used to do that too!" Donnie was a lot older,
almost done with high school, and his walk took him
right by our elementary school - he laughed to see us
hauling the trees to that concluding bridge.
He grabbed a large one, bigger than any of us could handle,
and upon the bridge had us help him hold it upright on the railing,
as it stood in life, as it looked down upon Christmas gifts;
we watched it slowly lean into Gravity,
watched the balletic descent into silence.
Donnie kept with us that first month into the new year,
the pile of trees growing in the bottom of The Hollow.
He told us things, we told him things,
we asked him things and he told us more.
My brothers and I still talk about that big tree
on the railing of the bridge over The Hollow.
It hit right on top of the pile of other trees
and bounced off to the side, its own special place.
As January wore on, we didn't find as many trees,
and ultimately it was all done.
Eventually the school year too was done,
and then more years, and school itself was done.
The trees at the bottom of The Hollow rotted away to nothing.
Somewhere in there my mom told me that Donnie
had been shipped off to war, killed within a few weeks.
We had that one magic month.
December 25, 2016
For Anthony Slausen's contest - 'The Day After Christmas'
Categories:
concluding, childhood, christmas, death,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When my heart could no longer illuminate,
I gazed towards horizons shrouded in blurry blackness,
revealing the agony of my sorrows to the moon.
Wondering if it would gift me a beloved
that reflects within my heart like an effervescent lamp.
One that would recognise my voice,
leading me to my dream world.
Suddenly a jewel from the sky descended like sunset.
I followed its path of sparkling stardust upon malachite meadows,
so I could have a glimpse of this unseen artistry.
I will never forget the first time she called my name,
nor the tingling sensations of an abundance of internal butterflies.
There she was, an untouched treasure.
Was she the one to endow me with pleasure?
Her precious persona enticed my sullen demeanour,
as it beamed like a billion streetlights,
reminding me of an unfinished song,
where the silence in between heartbeats was her name -
the last lyric to an omitted chorus.
Sapphire skies reappeared
bringing back absent sunshine,
Its radiant rays glowing upon her shadow.
Her eyes dazzled like bronze gems.
Her ruby red lips revealed a smile
brighter than a million pearls.
Her golden locks of hair glistened,
gently blowing in the aura of her magnificence.
I'll never forget the first time she cried,
her diamond tears trickled upon my chest,
like little stars glittering in her gloom,
concluding our unwritten poem,
memorised within the backstreets of our minds.
I can still savour the taste in my mouth -
She said her mascara was waterproof,
yet it's engraved within my soul
like an eternal tattoo.
The Silent One
21 February 2022
Categories:
concluding, love, poetry, romantic love,
Form:
Free verse
Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreaming fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.
Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has ached sea bruised, blue and black.
Rough seas crudely taught me joy may survive
despite waves of fright that savagely arrive.
Now, reaching the end planks on my journey's pier
and viewing my twilight's approach so clear,
it's past sunshine glitters that most sustain
these concluding sea views for my earthly gain.
Yet, I know without crass waves that abused,
wading joys would not have peaked this enthused.
Categories:
concluding, joy, life, sea, self,
Form:
Rhyme
Humility is not Inferiority
concluding, 'Woe is me!'
Open your heart's eye wide to see
What can I do ~ Where is my opportunity
Categories:
concluding, heart, uplifting, visionary,
Form:
Couplet
rain’s paean is played
with lover’s tender kisses
cold breeze sways with grace
water on the ground
symphony of crystal drops
kisses warmth their heart
moonlight smiles with glee
dark clouds shower them with bliss
thunder drums so sweet
one heart and one soul
unselfishly shield, no fear
rain’s concluding hymn
May 26, 2013 7pm
Note Bueno
Haiku 1 is for pictures 1,2 & 3
Haiku 2 is for picture 6
Haiku 3 is for picture 5
Haiku 4 is for pictures 4 and 7
First Place
Contest: Kissing In the Rain (Haiku)
Judged: 5/27/13
Sponsor: My loving sis & greatest poet, PD/Linda
Categories:
concluding, kiss, love, nature, rain,
Form:
Haiku
A noble Black Oak tree stands tall and tranquil
Wearing brown, old and dried crumpled leaves
Withstanding all autumn and winter storms
Without any distress or any grief
Golden fall is long gone, cold, wet season is also concluding
Spring is poking its head up with colorful bulbs blooming
Some of her allies have Cherry blossoms in flourish
Some show progression of luscious new emerald leaves
Mother earth knows unique behavior of her child
With assurance, she lets her be herself while watching over with smile
Tree wants to hold on to longstanding and withered for a while long
Not ready yet to let go of dear presence of that warmth
April comes along to cheer her up
Tree beams, perks up
Ridding her old dry appearance, starts dressing up
Growing yellowish handsome clusters of dangling male catkins,
Gorgeous reddish female flowers in short striking javelins,
Velvety foliage of sharp zigzag tips in red tinge,
With pointed seven to nine lobes with bristles exquisitely unique
Summer grows them into profound shade of shiny green
Rust colored acorns with top halves enclosed in caps start appearing
Showing her wisdom in her towering strength and stability,
With canopy of branches widespread and mighty,
Tree gets ready once more for visitors of ecosystem to offer plenty…
Categories:
concluding, april, creation, earth day,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Across my bubbly cheeks
your thoughts were warm
like an arid wind, being exhaled
out of youthful necessity
from the core of Mother Earth
And all days’ aches gone
into a fourteen lines of gold
as the morning rises up
But then-- it seemed, as if you were
eager to hear the sound of deafening silence
when I offered you my apple heart
And why was I so eager
to share the paradigm of my being
when I felt that you were not
ready to become my concluding couplet
of a Shakespearean sonnet
Categories:
concluding, love
Form:
Free verse
Tranquil, is the early autumn rain
One where the heavy clouds blanket the ground
Unlocking summer's spell without a sound
Concluding in a panoramic stain
How soothing to the soul, nature's refrain.
June 26 2017
by Daniel Turner
Categories:
concluding, beauty, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
Aging with Flare
by Carolyn Devonshire
Retirement for some means a rocking chair
But I’m blasting forth on a contrail’s flare
My 40-year career
Swirls behind in Earth’s sphere
And I’m ready to take on any dare
Francine invited me to bungee jump
I’ll skydive with Gwen - might end up a clump
There’ll be no rocking chair
As I hang-glide through air
Thinking of age as a tiny speed bump
I love “Aging with Flare” because it goes against the stereotype of retiring and sitting around and relaxing. It’s about still having fun in life and about the life inside of us, and how life is whatever we make it to be. Adding soup friends to the poem is a fun addition, along with humor - “ might end up a clump.” There’s risk, but the fun is worth it, because then we are truly living. The concluding line reinforces that mentality, along with the rocking chair symbolism. It makes me NOT want to be that person watching life, instead of living it. I want to be like Carolyn and make the most of my life.
Categories:
concluding, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
My eyes rapaciously closing from the rampant onslaught of sleep,
All the while, aromatic thoughts of her tingling my senses grappling for more time within my psyche to feel her breath upon my face.
Open, close, open, please stay open, slipping away, a final physically powerful determinant thought of her as I drift away, oh how beauty dances about her.
Morning arrives with a thunderous sentiment of arousal; throughout the oblivious night she somehow cradled my emotions.
There it is, her outlying presence, my thoughts reach her, tantalizingly embracing her from afar.
In a moment of pure rapture I feel her compassion, it devours my being with carnal desire.
Elation lingers over me, through me, shudders my mere existence with verve from some inestimable force.
I steal thoughts of her throughout the whole of the day, mind dwelling in a vacuum, heart massive with pulsation, soul ever engaging bouts with heaven.
Graciously my day over, with detachment lastly concluding, emotions now keen with fervor and fortitude.
I allow myself to revel in her exquisiteness, reach for her, take her in, and strip her of the malicious day that may have sought her out.
Embracing her, energy invigorated, ardor consuming, I take the splendor that I behold, reach deep into her essence and release my absolute love.
Categories:
concluding, love, passion, romance, day,
Form:
Lyric
A rising sun sheds light, Bright
from darkness. To you I turn, our eyes
meet for the first time today. Inspiring, tempting,
I want to ravage you. Reveal your mysteries,
talk to you, a conversation. Enter your mind,
a vocal form of four-play
Remember the night we met? that play
I took you to see Rent, your blue eyes shone bright.
We walked, talked, drank coffee. You opened your mind
to me. Penetrating mine with your baby blue eyes.
I was intrigued by your mysterious
ways I still am. Everyday your more tempting.
You tease me with your unrelenting, seductive, temptation.
just by looking your direction you play
tricks on me. Everyday I try to unravel your mystery,
still I come up empty. I love that your so bright.
Intelligence shows through your eyes
Another American great mind.
I'll be home later, do you mind?
My friends are going to the bar, it's tempting.
You trust me, I know, it shows through your eyes.
We're all going to watch football, drink and play
pool. Everyday my love grows brighter
for you. that is no mystery
Our love is like a mystical
fable. A story from a romantic mind.
Yes we argue, yes we fight, this brightens,
strengthens our bond. Other women force temptation,
of course. But, I would never play
outside of your watchful eye.
Everywhere I go your eyes
follow. This is all part of your mystery.
I look forward to coming home, the sexual games we play,
the conversations that stimulate my mind.
I love you, your my temptress,
and like the sun, my love will always shine bright.
Eyes like Cleopatra, with a beautiful Mind
your Mysterious ways, your love, such Temptation
fourPlay in conversation. Never dim, always Bright
stanza 1.............................................. 1,2,3,4,5,6
stanza 2.............................................. 6,1,5,2,4,3
stanza 3.............................................. 3,6,4,1,2,5
stanza 4.............................................. 5,3,2,6,1,4
stanza 5.............................................. 4,5,1,3,6,2
stanza 6.............................................. 2,4,6,5,3,1
concluding tercet
first line............................................... 2 & 5
second line........................................... 4 & 3
third line............................................... 6 & 1
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Categories:
concluding, inspirational, love, passionblue, love,
Form:
Sestina
In my special child’s room, delightfully cozy
There watches Smidgeburner, his ape stuffed toy, cuddly fuzzy
Alongside prettisome guru, chimpanzee Betzy
Donning a hat declaring “God does not bless the lazy!”
Then Smidgeburner, a.k.a Smidge becomes busy
Tidying the bed-zoo against being messy
Guru Betzy supervises, never bossy
Smiling, she commends, “Wow; room’s not lousy!”
While cleaning, Smidge feels tired and dizzy
Turning jovial mood into a sickening frenzy...
Betzy counsels, “Working well never makes one crazy”
So she hums a tune that invites good air, soothingly breezy.
As Smidgeburner rests in their secured haven, warmly grassy
Betzy, the loving lovely guardian, is not anymore uneasy.
Concluding the monkey-tale, I hug my boy who’s now drowsy
Thanking God* for pacifying his spasm epilepsy.
*2Chronicles 5:13 …praising and thanking the LORD; …For he is good; for his mercy endureth for ever.
March 13, 2019
1st place, "The Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 3/27/2019.
Categories:
concluding, 1st grade, cheer up,
Form:
Rhyme
There's a cloned avatar of the mystical moon
for dreamers in search of a beaming wave
amidst alienated alliterations,
waltzing in zig-zag within my cyborg mind.
I still find neon lights,
that teleport rhyme-less runes
to a realm of subtracted sorrow,
concluding splitting seconds
within divided despair.
Yet, when midnight melancholy multiplies,
murky minutes turn into jumbled jargon.
And Venus emanates clusters of sparkling rays,
flipping letters into endless equations
with amethyst auroras.
So tonight, I'll dance like a flying saucer~
to the magnetic tunes of swirling sapphires,
cosmically cruising above the cyber
canvas of accelerated dreams.
Categories:
concluding, silver,
Form:
Free verse
When people speak of Frankenstein, they often seem quite shaken
But if that name evokes the beast, they're monstrously mistaken.
For Frankenstein does not portray the nameless weird creation
But rather Shelley's choice for his creator's appellation.
So if this Victor Frankenstein should choose to throw a party
Inviting all his scientific friends and those more arty,
He'd first provide refreshments then recite them all a story
Involving an experiment with life and all things gory.
Concluding with the statement 'To play God just isn't wise
For it is highly likely to occasion one's demise.'
31.08.21
Categories:
concluding, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme