Best Count Down Poems

Once I'm gone 
I'll only be remembered a small while
I'm a tiny tick on a large dial
The words I breathe will stretch about a mile
Even...

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POTD 6th August 2019

The clock ticks down the passing day
Tedious seconds count down my existence
Time for my pills ~ Time to call the nurse
Time ~...

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Youth

When orchids bloom in beauty life's aglow
to hold emotions locked in deep repose
in young desire and love warm thoughts will show.
Affection holds its ardor as...

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midnight beckons
I don't count down
just sit quite still
for fear I'll drown 
inside my eyes
are memories
that's where you live
where life's a breeze
to take me back
I close...

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Life spins out of control…
today I slip into oblivion, floating without roots
over the sun, slowly turning from all I can see,
spinning against the wind, against...

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Spring holds a special place within my heart;
She's in full bloom there,
dispelling despair.
I'm anxiously waiting for Spring to start;
I miss Her so much;
I crave her...

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In Chibok,
An IED finds it way 
Into the mind of a savage sect
And made good use of the emptiness.

In helplessness,
Some school girls are bundled up
From...

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Look at my skin,
And categorize me.
Put me in a column,
The society is sickening.

Not a day would pass without me getting called out.
What do I need...

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Words he formed.
  Shells, pebbles, sorted by color
    Straight grey lines
      Curved watery blue
  ...

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He's running out of Colour.
                   *eternity eternal...

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At Cape Canaveral
Working for CNN
Carolyn Devonshire
With a news bulletin
 
    In less than three days
    The second comet will...

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Forty days and forty nights in lock down

	Breathless for inhaling my own air ad infinitum

		Could be worse if I was left out to dry in...

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She once said
on a stormy night
before the first drop of rain graced tongues:
"Passion is overrated.  It's out of style"
The crack of clouds blew grey...

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Colors in the Dark
When I was younger I’d get scared too easily,
my mother was patience pushing back the monsters in the closet with a simple...

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To be in love, 
to be loved once again,
I now know I
am the happiest of men
to have her with me, 
to have her to hold,...

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