Best End Of The Day Poems
There's nothing like it after a hard day's work
To ge stuck in traffic behind some jerk
He smiles in his mirror like he's having fun
So I show him my finger because he's number one
Now rush hour moves at such a horrible pace
By the time I get home there's a beard on my face
If this isn't enough to make you hot
I arrive at home and can't find a parking spot
So I park up the street and pick up a nail
If swearing was a crime, I'd be in jail
Then I walk down the street which was freshly tarred
Our neighbor's dog did his duty in our back yard
I finish my dinner and sit down for the night
To watch TV and listen to the kids fight
I look at the ceiling and softly say
A prayer of thanksgiving at the end of the day.
Is this my achievement?
This is not what I planned for
Clueless answers is all I seem to get
Darkness now lights the room of my thoughts
Everything I built now in smithereens
Broken pieces now left for me
Beauty faded away like memories
As ashes that are worthless to me
But I should have seen it coming
Where was the weak link that made it fall?
I was so confident because it was so tall
Never know so great a fall was coming
I wouldn’t build again, its point is lame
It is bound to leave the way it once came
Like eating just to get hungry again
Wasted effort lies at the end of the day
I could weep for rejection
Or whine about loneliness
But would it change anything?
Bring me closer to happiness?
No.
Because at the end of the day
My life isn't that bad.
No matter the heartbreak
Regardless how sad.
I'm still alive
Alive enough to pray
That I can still smile
At the end of the day.
I needed a little book to have
Something to write my heart desires
So burning, my heart stopped being quiet
This was enough for my pen to start.
In less than two hours I poured it all out
Things I saw but I could not yet touch
Just on point, I had no second thought
Then decided to seal the book’s mouth
Assured, I waited on him that fails not
Him alone, all desires he can meet
But waiting is now longer than once thought
Some are still there that I may never reach
Staring at the book, as if it is now strange
Makes me wonder at the end of the day
At the end of the day
I go back,
Travel the moments
Of my field-path-
Retrace the harvest
And seed
Placed as children
In eider cradles.
crimson streaks in a fading sky,
the sun falls below the emerald.
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May 15, 2013
Poetry/Crystalline/at the end of the day
Copyright Protected, ID 05-478-404-15
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
This crimson afternoon is getting late
with evening shadows growing ever long.
The sun is knocking loud at nighttime’s gate
as nature’s choir is singing evening’s song.
The western sky is painted coral hues
as day surrenders to the evening dusk,
and daylight slowly starting to diffuse
while giving way for darkness to unhusk.
In emerald treetops birds begin to roost,
as golden harvest moon comes into view.
The sun descends as night is introduced,
and coral sky fades to a midnight blue.
When daylight’s final breath gives up a sigh,
and puts an end to nature’s bright ballet;
like yellow diamonds twinkling in the sky,
with eagerness, the stars come out to play.
July 23, 2018
render your worries to nights fall,
Dusk
Lights out
Lock the door
I turn towards home
This was another good day at the store
i am tired
the day was long
and i did
nothing
nothing from the things
i had to do
i am happy
the day was full
and i did
a lot
a lot of the things
i liked to do
i am tired
the day was good
cause i did
i have done
what made me
happy
half smile starts to slip
hairline cracks around the lips
pick up the pace down
five flights she
hits the crash bar
stinging wind whips aside
all that remains
the startling cruelty of
unfinished
blurs
his gentle pale eyes in her rear view
The sun is setting
The afternoon is ending
The store is empty
A few cars parked on the street
I'm content, this is complete
The end of the day
Beginning of the evening
On into the night…
My work still not done
Leftovers for tomorrow
It goes on and on…
Stuff to do at home
Chores and more to take care of
Never enough time…
Time of real substance
Spent in ease and calm repose
Comforts mind and soul…
Fix something to eat
Relax in your easy chair
Watch some good TV…
Recharge batteries
Renew spirit, interest
To see things anew…
To hail and welcome
Feel content and satisfied
The end of the day.
It's funny, the random things that remind you
of what a lovely place the world can sometimes be.
Like two little birds alighting on a wire,
as you emerge from the underground
just at dusk on a Thursday:
two weightless silhouettes,
suspended in the pre-star sky.
I wonder what journeys they've seen;
if they are recounting the day's adventures,
or merely resting in companionable silence
as the sun takes its final bow.
The sun is setting on another day
Another hard grind it's just the way
I see the colours up in the sky
Pinks and purples, orange all beautiful by design
I sit and watch at this wonderful aspect of life
I see the moon readying itself
To shine a light now the sun has gone down
I am awaiting stars to appear up in the sky
I am awe struck by the up and coming night
And I see amazing things through my sight
And relishing the delight of everything.
Here I sit and dwell on a hillside
And all is well
Meditating on the combining night
Breathing in nature
And breathing out love
Breathing in goodness
Breathing out light
Seeing the universe
Created by my mind
Living this glorious life defined
By the duality of dark and light
Of sunlight and moonlight
Of day and night
It's time too appreciate this night and life.