Best Curtain Call Poems

Who knew the exact time and how
The day came for my play's final bow?
The span was compact
I ran for just one act
The encore - now as sacred cow...

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I take a bow, because the show is at its end. I look at all the faces, staring back at me, their judgments have no end. They think they know me, from the performance that I just gave. But what they know is nothing. They...

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I'm sorry momma.
I'm sorry father.
I couldn't be the man you raised.
You instilled me with morals and values,
from which I chose to stray.
I chose to leave those college days,
just to be on the streets stuck in my stagnant ways.
Little leagues games that I always use to...

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Between the curtains
I stand, my hands together
Brown like a clay dove 

A messenger they
Hold my letter to you written 
In scratchy black ink

Trostsky. These flowers
Piled into a sleepy mound
Pink, yellow and peach 

These flowers are like
Our love, no longer alive
But no less lovely

I blossomed beneath
your...

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Last curtain call..
 
 
We don't belong together, we never really did.
 
When I am around you I don't feel like the kid i once did.
  
I say this with a tear in my eye and a sigh in my heart but now is...

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Stage of seasons change
Aglow summer takes last bow
Fall mimics her smile...

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Maple trees on both sides of Nineteenth Street
		closed down the evening sky.
		In a slight uncovered slice a single star
		was made to burn the brighter
		by this focusing framework.
		I wonder, were your drapes drawn not quite tight
		to burn your beauty on the night?...

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In fiery 
chaos
flames flick
toward
things 
the 
heat in 
my heart 
harkens
memories
to bring.
Winter white 
jacket 
my 
son 
loved 
so much
it's been 
eight years 
since it felt 
his touch.
My moms garnet 
she wore 
on her hand
an empty 
circle 
now silent 
gold 
band.
My favorite 
stuffed bear
with the 
hole in...

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My ink is running dry
and I want to cry.

My muse isn't well
only time can tell.

It is on life support
all plans must abort.





Alexis Y.
08/22/2021...

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Revelation
 
As I began to write, my mind paces back and forth;
With comprehension comes thoughts of discernment, henceforth;
Vivid pictures of togetherness, flashes before my eyes;
An epiphany reminds one "blindness was unwise";
Through ignorance we misconstrue intentions of sincerity;
As I reminisce, your touch was truly a rarity:
From here...

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I will get a gin and tonic
Functional* alcoholic
Hello, my name is Adam
I am living like a fallen angel

****-faced--
My heart is misplaced
These vices, devices fall upon me
[Into an ocean of choler]

I am almost human
Sliding carefully towards depravity
With the ghost of my conscience:
My aspiration is in the...

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Curtain Call

Musings on more than a decade of retirement;
no report card scribble: ‘could’ve done better’.
Old put-downs, praise, blame, and shame,
all the same now. Nothing would jolt
the diurnal cadence of living and ageing.
Riding the bike, dip in the sea, few lengths in the pool
bringing wayward blood-sugar...

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With Charles as their King-to-Be
  ~ It's curtains for the 'Royal' Family...

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I flee from the reality of self
In blind attempt at being self-less
Confronting an enlightened self-interest.

I have stepped into the shadows
Allowed them the spotlights curse
of cheers and boos of curtain calls.

Suppress the urge to take the stage
Permit them praise, and failures fury
Deny them not their bloodied...

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"Curtain Call:"

Late night's I stare at the portraits you paint,
Seize the most intense feelings to create,
Getting sick of it who knew, chasing this illusion drew,
So here's a rose, here's a dose of my reality,
Beautifully in a peaceful mind that's curse in every line,
Tears me apart...

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