Best End Game Poems

End Game


Daylight, collected by ancient violins
Breaks a cadaverous rhythm 
From dreams of a crashing heart
And all encumbered the features of its crag
Rages pitiful

It is a sigh, which leaves the unsleeping cushion
To bury knuckles in tired eyes
Daylight
With the auspices of its vendetta hanging cryptic
In riddled made...

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Right now is a good time for an endgame; 
This moment, not tomorrow or the next day; 
Hesitation is jealous of ambition;
Listen to your foolish grin; 
For everything restless inside of you? 
Stop waiting;  

The art of knowing, 
merely the starting block; 
Opportunities look...

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I figured it out
A long time ago.
Call it a hunch;
Bulls-eye! With an arrow.

Faith and wisdom will
Sort it all out.
Pieces of a puzzle
Strewn all about.

Good and evil,
No neutral ground.
Can't ride the fence
Or step out of bounds.

"God, help me!" I can't
Do this alone forever.
"Can't beat 'em, join...

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False Dawn's ribbon invades the night
Fear forbids to close my weary eyes 
Drift off, away, never more to rise
What's the point of hanging on?
Should I give in, Let be done?
Riddled body... Lying quiet
I have said my farewells
A lonely tolling of Bells
Kind Spirits implore
Calm acceptance
Of Time...

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**********Note: The Game is over********



The second batter put th ball
             Over the fence
No one knew where it went
It screamed and it screeched the sky
And burdened it's silence with light
    ...

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Note: This is a game for all seasons'... The End Game



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**********Note: This is Part II to the 'BIG GAME'**********
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He hadn't wanted it, to end like this, 
Shuffling, dragging one foot, 
Elbow pressed to his waist 
Holding up his rumpled trousers. 
Whimpering with each painful step. 

Not too long ago 
He was the man he thought he was 
A son’s hero. 
Strength of his...

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Monuments all around
our plot bare ground.
You used to be my best friend.
Now
I’m left with nothing
to shelter me from the wind.
You say times of loss,
the wounds that wont mend.
A lock box for your heart,
no chance the key
will be handed to me again.

New friends abound.
Looks like you...

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Grotesque
Blind query
No plots of glory
To find
Justification
Of being bound
To heartache
Intense
Belonging
Personification
Of trees
Enlightenment
Autumn shining
Through the colors
Blasting
Through casting
Shadows
Brought upon
The angles of the moon
Full towards
The end game
Being that it may
Open minded
Closed
By the pain
But facing
The evils
Death
Entails
Loss
But we learn
Everything has value
And processed
Correctly
Brings about
Positive
Energy
Towards life
And enlightenment
With the moon
And its rays
Of fullness
Upon
Your heart
To be...

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The union of hellions and the hallowed
In an effort to further each of their unique and twisted agendas
Gives forth the notion that equality must be dictated
In an effort to promote the rank and file
Mediocrity is rewarded
There is no distinction made between the competent and the...

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Hope, that sounds so familiar to me,
I remember whenever I was a kid and it was so new to me.
Something fresh when the world had color, 
Now everything seems so dark and bitter.
Considered walking with Jesus? Used to be all me, I used to followed...

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Life sips tequila
Annoyed as Death stalks on her
Powerful end game...

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I'm bunged up.
I need a filter for my gutter.
My bone-headed Doctor
reckons I don't eat right
but 'Little Debbie' Donuts are my delight
as I binge-watch re-runs of Game of Thrones.
Blood, gore, and sugar -
but i'm stuffed
and must take the cure.
Now I dare not stray far from my...

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Retirement

Retirement sounds so appealing
Perhaps a time to regenerate
Gather energy rather than spend
It on the labors of mid-life and
The needs of those we serve
Stay a while play a while
Bask in the soft light of whim and
Fancy picking the day’s adventure
As we eat our breakfast rather than
Having...

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