Best Ending Poems
Upon a breathless moment in time,
A thousand hells do exist;
Within a paralyzed paradigm
A love is lost in the mist.
Where hearts are broken forever,
Amidst the never ending now;
As anguished sorrows sever
And tears break the bough.
A twinkling second of love lost,
Like mirages melting of mind;
A neglected nuance in frost
Caged memories are confined.
In an instant love is crushed,
And a lonely moment hushed.
July.17.2020
JUST A MOMENT Poetry
Sponsored by~ John lawless
Placed 4'th...Thank You
Never-ending
I was having a dream…
you were lying next to me
soundly asleep
in our soft bed,
satin sheets
and goose down pillows
as the sun began to rise
painting our room in shades
of apricot and lilac
I was holding you
gently in my arms,
feeling your heart beat,
mesmerized by rhythmic breaths,
gazing upon your enchanting face
as dawn’s blushing glow
illumined your beauty,
and I fell in love all over again
When you slowly woke,
opening those dark November eyes,
finding me watching you
and smiled the most
enchanting smile I had ever seen
as I whispered
“Good morning beautiful”
And I didn’t want it to end
but it did as I awoke,
sensing the morning sunshine
through closed eyelids
and upon opening them
found you staring at me
with that springtime smile
and when you whispered
“Good morning handsome”
I knew right then and there
my dream would be never-ending
Good morning Soupers
I’m drowning in sunset’s last yellow rays.
Clouds plush as pillows cavort, then fade away.
I want to see, to touch, to feel, and breathe the ocean in;
to seize each sacred second – not to stray.
In primrose twilight, summer lingers near.
A giant stillness surrounds me.
There is so much glory to behold
touching the horizon of a placid periwinkle sea.
Ecstasy envelops me. I melt like ice cream.
September disrobed is a Sapphire night.
1. The Field at Sunset
2. A Summer Sunset On a Beach
3. Ocean Sonata
4. Embracing Solitude
5. And Sweet is Her Demise
6. Saturated in Silence
7. In Autumn’s Eves of Gold
8.Dusk
9, Dulcet Dreams
10, Song of September
what is love?
How do we describe some thing we
can't touch or even see.
Love is an emotion
Kids don't understand the true
meaning of it
But for us its an experience that
you never want to lose that feels
amazing like a book that you turn
into reality...Like your fairy tale ending
The yellow neon sign casted a glow upon his chiselled cheekbones as the bustling sounds of a city that never slept droned on.
He carried his troubles with him, like a worn out cloak, weighing him down in his every step. His mind was entwined in a thorny thicket.
He has been haunted and bewildered since his introduction to her in a smoky speakeasy.
She was a siren shadow amongst strangers of the night, whispering his name in the breeze, intoxicating his psyche with a tempestuous flame.
She entangled him in a perilous dance, playing a game of chance.
Their encounters were like unbridled wildfires. She captivated him, consuming his soul with her potent allure. He felt engulfed, delicate as a feather in a storm, swept away by her force.
However he was a moth enticed by a relentless flame, she incinerated his dreams and made him feel hopeless. In the end, he succumbed to the hounds of disassociated reality.
His story concluded in tragedy, leaving his loved ones cries to echo through the empty streets of a heartless city.
If you continue to hide
How will they know?
Who you are
What you are
Behind all the guilt
Hidden behind the negative thoughts
A gem
You don’t realise the depth of you
You don’t get the image
God sees when He looks at you
Faults - mistakes all forgotten
Shackles broken long ago
The only prison you are in; is man made
By your hands
By your thoughts
By the misconstrued image you see
In others eyes
Focus on your race
Not those around you
This chapter is for your book
It's your path
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Yes you caused it the creases on my face
I may look like an old book without the last page
But they say I have aged with … somewhat grace
Which, they said laughing, complements my age
It used to be considered as a sexy smile
But I have not used it for a while
Well only when I have a pile
But you cannot count that as a smile
You are as fresh as a polo mint
I hope you can interpret my little hint
It’s been a while since someone made me feel the way
And I thought I’d let you know before the end of the day
Ignore my rhymes
As I use different kinds
As long as you know the way I feel
Naked as an orange without it’s peel
Naked because I am shy
That is the reason, if you wondering why
So from the heart this is from me
Thank you me good friend P.D
When fate’s hands joined together, pounding seas
A monstrous storm placed fishing boats at risk
I called to Billy, “Captain, listen please,
Turn ‘round, the seas are high and wind too brisk”
With six aboard who prayed they’d make it back
Tyne’s ship was seven hundred miles offshore
From Gloucester, Mass, where they’d begun their track
Much farther out than they had sailed before
October 28th I’d been at sea
But safe in Nova Scotia I then docked
The fate of Billy’s boat I could foresee
And rescue efforts we tried to concoct
With life jackets, the men were found adrift
And to safe harbor we gave them a lift
* Written December 11, 2018
For the “Movie Magic” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden
Written from the perspective of Linda Greenlaw, Captain of the fishing boat “Hannah,” to provide a new ending to the movie “The Perfect Storm.”
Oh, he that kisses my pale cheek,
And my scarlet lips;
And my raven hair he does caress,
Our love is fierce and strong;
Oh, come to me in dreams, in dreams.
Hearts and souls, mirror images of desire,
Entwined in never-ending flames;
A forever blazing inferno of love,
No two more linked, connected, alike;
Such great passion and sweetness.
And although he has long gone above,
A name engraved in cold stone;
Beneath the earth bones decayed,
We remain twin flames, burning;
For the soul, the soul never ever dies.
Oh, he that kisses my pale cheek,
And my scarlet lips;
And my raven hair he does caress,
Our love is fierce and strong;
Oh, come to me in dreams, in dreams.
And when my life is done, love,
We shall be again a matching pair;
And dwell as two flaming stars above.
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March 2, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Never-Ending Flames
Copyright Protected, ID 16-763-537-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
For the contest, Twin Flames
sponsor, Nayda, Ivette Negron
First Place
Backwards became forward
Up became down
What I thought was square
Turned out to be round
Some who I thought loved me
Turned out to be foes
Twelve dozen roses
Not absorbed by one nose
I could see in the dark
Became blinded by light
When I should be afraid
I was feeling alright
A topsy turvy world
Never knowing what to expect
Even when I had earned it
I couldn't seem to find respect
I climbed many ladders
Slid down my share of snakes
Learned more by losing
Lived with my mistakes
The top was the bottom
My ideas flipped around
Transformed by heaven
Prostate on the ground
With my head bowed low
My heart became clear
What seemed a great distance
Was actually quite near
For within my smallness
I discovered what was vast
The future had been written
By the Author of my past
Things I counted as sorrow
Revealed to me my joy
I could not become a man
Without living as a boy
My end will be my beginning
When I am raised from the earth
What some will consider death
Will turn out to be my birth
For I have been forgiven
Without paying any cost
Thankfuly my Savior found me
Long before I knew I was lost
Glaring the eyes,
through a fern leaf endeavor
Of a dragon who flies
to the ends of this never
With fire for breath
and skin rough and shackled
Afloat of this death
long a path, echoes cackled
And I with my blade
wield a strength not to waver
Through sunlight and shade
for the fair maiden’s favor
This evil unreal,
chains her honor to frighten
bound in iron and steel
in a grip, endless tighten
In dungeons to dwell
past the evergreen mirror
Enchanted of spell
as the mist fades now clearer
Rusted bars honed to keep
her weeping heart sorrowed
In shame painted deep
with words stealthy borrowed
But I shall stand strong,
charging into the fire
To right every wrong
and protect my desire
Now face to face
with this monster like being
When fear it does chase
at the villagers fleeing
I stab at its heart
the blood quickly flowing
Loud screams rip apart
it’s weakness is showing
Now to slice off its head
with my sword ever flying
In moans of the dead
as this dragon is dying
My princess, my one
take my hand, we must hurry
This challenge is done
down the path we now scurry
Till far from this place
with skies ever bluer
I gaze on her face
could her eyes shine much truer
Her lips find my own
her love she is sending
We walk off alone
to our own happy ending
The sky looks blue and alluring
The lovers look tired but enduring
Clinging to love which has waned and disappearing
As memories of yesterday kept on interfering
Love looked so real and true
Filled every night with warmth untrue
Made them believe in peaceful bliss
Which did not go beyond the deceitful kiss
Human love so weak and ephemeral
Comes with intensity so ethereal
But crumbles as fast under a weak foundation
Cause it has a beginning and an end
God's love is ever enduring
Neither beginning nor ending
Love so pure and caring
Demonstrated on the cross in a manner so glaring.
Don Quixote
De La Mancha
ending his quest
for the Code of Chivalry
must not die a silent death
along the golden road of Spain
witnessing a fiesta red Sunset
while the Mariachi windmills and
blue dragons sing and chant
Edmond’s Alternate Ending
I am about to move
Though I’ve yet to move on…
…now that I’ve moved on
Or was it moved back
I found all the lack
In my alleged desires
A mind of loss conspires
For redemption, or revenge
My vengeance consumed me
Began to eat me whole
Til I realized I was the one chewing
And the graves that I was digging
Were nothing more than holes
So I stopped biting
And recovered the Earth
Won’t belittle myself by fighting
Or lower my self worth
Stooping to do battle with the trolls
I’ll just let them dig their own holes
Over the pond’s lilies’ leaves,
morning dew settles glistening sleeves —
a covering to compliment the green,
a translucent, hint-of-blue ~ from a quivering
mist hanging, hushing everything, so all the doing
of sunrise dances must in-stasis remain…
~ or transfer by essence to the understanding
intuiting within — to find birds preen, not taking wing;
and trees upswing drying branches, delighted by wet dew.
All breathe the notes of summer’s ending nocturne
composed throughout the woods and, now, day upon day,
repeat that lullaby, trickling the scales as in a piano’s play
to accompany the year’s passing time, turning into autumn
with her blazing, flaming, dazzling, bejewelling
before Mother Nature deeply exhales — weeping dew
over all her gardened Beauty blooms — beginning
their fated wilting, falling, final, felt arias’ murmuring
the refrains life plants within, holding a promise of re-birth
to come past winter’s dominance, all frozen still
with a quiet sleeping peace — prelude to renewal…
to dawn’s Spring dances and the refreshing touch of dew.