Best Days Are Numbered Poems

To wake each day, alive and whole!
Verily a gift for all to behold.


We assume, we will see another day?
Anything can happen, petition....pray.


Going to bed and...

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Wake up in my real world
Forever condemned in dark shadows
Release the power of demons
No light ... a black nothing, bats enjoying the place
Their fangs are...

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A cruel Jack Frost blows icy floss
(in front of spring a’ burstin’)
while shiftin’ sheaves of withered leaves
near freezin’ streams a’ thirstin’.
A pack reviled runs roamin’...

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The raging beast of fear in darkness was
Conceived
Its father: Terror  
Its mother: Ignorance, 
With the black milk of hate was it
Breastfed, 
By wrath was...

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Kill the Silent One

(Silent Killer)


He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The...

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Daddy somebody shot that man
I heard this eleven year old say
I didn't really understand at the time
I just knew a man was dead

But with the...

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The world spins on and on. 
Whether I want it to or not.  
I can cry for the earth to stop, but it wont....

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^As I got up out of my bed today,
I had a thought that won’t go away.
I looked out the window to see sunny skies,
I´m sure...

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His days were numbered

01.02.2023

Bite Size Poem No75 Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier

Your Decision Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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my friend,
          beacon, bright ...
           ...

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Your days are numbered from the time you were born
Before you know it you blink and they're gone

It is incumbent when finding you're an adult...

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Good News

Every day I get up and pray, 
Lord... please... 
some good news for a change. 
Something worth saying to my family, 
to my friends,...

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The dead do not sing,
  nor do they cry;
  and oft wonder why,
  they dance with death ---
  and play draughts...

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Heavenly Light

Dark days have come....
my life is ending
My days are numbered...
but, I'm unafraid

I have no regrets...
except I must leave her
My days are numbered...
but, I'm unafraid

So...

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He stood 
Before the mirror of
His soul
Wishing to look at the 
Reflection of his
Inner self

In a little while, his 
Idol appeared:
Timid
Foggy 
Blurry 
Distorted
Not a pretty...

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