Best Denouement Poems

Denouement, I beseech you, take your time.
I see you lurking closely by my gate.
I want to live and love and write my rhyme.
Go finish someone else’s tale. I’ll wait!
I need no resolutions in my life.
One moment to the next I’m glad to live.
I’ll take -...

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While midnight wears the longest hours
An ashen star peers to act as my keeper;
Circling around like a threadbare of a glow
When the bulb in the room snuffs, fades,
Leaving me alone without any reflection.

In a world drained by pain, somehow void
Of clarity and  filled with...

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but is a Shrike not 
stuck to its thorns 
just like everything else?

when I turn my
hands back into stones,

           when I bare my teeth, 

          ...

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Her  m a d n e s s  was the result of an unfortunate series of events. The epilogue came to a halt as she was  b r o k e n  from her articulate ailment.

Feared he was…scared was she…. so...

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I sensed myself sinking down
Culminating the stuccoes of existence
Crossing denouements of mortality
Obeying the laws of life's caducity
And defying the clusters of earthly brevity.
My nostrils perceived the essence
Beyond the sod
My ears apprehended the sounds
Of heavy metal spades
And my eyes saw the quietus
When the granules of clods...

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Inamorato,
Ascultate my vociferation!
Contravene your sepulcher.
Insurrect our omnipotent.
I enjoin thine quintessence.
Eupnea!
Eupnea!
Whilom anon.
Euphoria salvo.
Eschewal Valhalla's porticullis.
Genitive hedonic, envisage.
Erewhon betwicts my gammons.
Imbibe of my mammilla's.
In perpetuum cache me.
Gehanna upon macrocosm.
Forlorn.....
Forsaken......
Your Inamarata writhes.
Is thus kismet?
Cull Inamarato!
Winnow!
I abjure forthwith.
Abaddon velleity extirpate my noumenon,my pneuma....

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As the sun glow is expelled by darkness,
I pour myself a whiskey and ice,
sitting in my favourite spot to relax,
distant traffic pollution, somehow soothing,
smell of freshly cut garden in the air,
the thoughts of the day’s reality leave me.

Staring through my framed garden,
into the distance, blurred...

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The garden was abloom
Life passed in glee
They were close friends
In a happy levity

He never felt that
She had started believing
The whole canvas of his poem
Was her exclusive possession

When he got the morphed photos
Involving him with a little girl
Who was his favourite student
All his peace went into...

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DENOUEMENT


No one had stuck to the script.
Improvisation had become the necessity
of constantly changing sets.

The orchestra pit, gaping maw
of failure, waiting to devour
tongue tied practiced lines,

reverberating costumed fears
masquerading as “stage” presence,
applauded by long vacant stares.

Passion, lost amid lust,
love, tainted by doubt,
time’s creaky stage

counting cadence
of faltering steps
hesitation.

Echoed...

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Denouement

The plot thickens broadens in plastered confused juxtapositions
over time there and then weaves tapestries lost unfound caught

Viscous tears dried out shed rivers searching oases oceans of love
squeeze suffering hatred solid misconceptions scripted resolve 

Crocheted dreams unsnarled in disguise colour rainbows stain-bows
stain blows and arrows offer...

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The Story of My Life-

My life so far has been a series of chapters and books,
from my birth to the final curtain- a play with intricacies;
entwined with sorrow and darkness as each chapter weeps,
      and I the star actor,
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Sifting through shadows of lost innocence
heaviness weighs chill eroding hope's gilt
skeletons wrought of protracted suspense
whisper pierce dissonant symphony's lilt
lifting vague reminders of dreams unbuilt
on shores of sanity.  Love lesson learns
over broad spans tumultuous yearning burns
deep rumbling blunt warns solemnly heeded
quite sensibly calm maturity earns
tender...

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At night I sleep
Its start, I know not
But, will I ever know?

Now so long, still,
eyes close and open
Can I control, ever?

Someday these eyes,
finally, will close
How and when, can I know?

Someday like sleep,
they will so open
Where will they open?...

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Serial killers: the last words of a cliff hanger...

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Moans of hers pierce once again the silent night.
Soars on her body put to shame stars alight.
She joins her hands and mumbles, still with faith!
What is inside this body frail, marred; almost a wraith? 
What kept her alive over youth wasted in pain,
While hope in...

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