Best Countdown Poems

Ten is the number to begin
Early in the garden
Gathering herbs, foxglove and more
On her face casual grin

Nine are the ingredients here
Placed in beef stew to...

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

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.    The sound of
   Stilettos         coming   home. 
  The...

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A five and a zero.
Numbers.
The big one creeping up,
Five...
Four three two one!
The countdown has begun
The race is on.
Big one creeping up so fast
I can hear...

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At the edge of town stood, a government research centre 
It was heavily guarded, no unauthorised persons could enter
The authorities put down rumours, saying its...

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Riding distressed air, thoughts wander off 
Disrupting poise and shaking her resolve
As the blue skies yield to darkened clouds 
And sunny day concedes to advent...

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Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran 
India vs Pakistan
Sunni vs Shia
The 38th divide of Korea 
China taking over the sea...

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At midnight, surrounded by those who are dear,
     Countdown is over; champagne has been chilled 
     The...

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We star it off with Ben Franklin,
American renaissance man,
whose industry and sharp wit
made him the richest in the land.
Lived out an American dream
before the country...

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Time: T minus 3 minutes
Launch Control: It's a go
He's in love
going where
he's never gone before
with the woman
a light brown goddess
that hurtles him into outer space...

Mission...

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The clock was ticking and the countdown had begun, the moment had now arrived  when myself and six other astronauts would blast off from...

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This is a space love poem — 
Romantic Warrior


Resting in a Zekar winter space harbor,
under the crimson crescent
of it’s fourth moon
So many light years
from your...

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We each and everyone have scar tissue 
laid deeply etched internal conflict hides dialogue

All battles are fought against love condemned un-fairly 
hate tortures all good...

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flight	
			        mission controls
			      checked and bound 
		      ...

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My River Birch has swelling buds
First signs of coming spring
So tiny and so delicate
With bright red fuzzy rings

A few of last years cones, dark brown,
Through...

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