Best Expiration Poems
She is:
beautiful &
precious
everything i'm looking for
We kiss:
extraordinary &
fabulous
surely, I want more
I have spent so long
waiting,
imagining your style
I want you because your strong
debating
unwilling to cramp my style
In your memory
I've written a Limerick
a Senryu
maybe two
On the phone
I speak in rhetoric
with lustful words
to you....
JP_____AsAvvy1 4/3/06
Expiration Fate
Exhale
breath in retreat…
life… denying stasis
of respirations yin and yang -
fulfilled..
John G. Lawless
6/4/2015
submitted to – Cinquain – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Sara Kendrick
Expiration Date
Written: by Tom Wright
4/4/2016
Jimmy’s expiration date was 4-4-2016 at 2:15 PM
At inception God assigns each, an expiration date,
Some dates seem premature, some linger until late.
Man does all he can to prolong this time on earth,
But we all start expiring at our moment of birth.
Our lives are incremental slightly like a yearly season,
And things found strange to us, God has His reason.
Many float through life thinking of earth bound days,
Enjoying the good times, soaking up the warm rays.
While never seeming conscious of a date stamped by name,
Some are content with simple living, others, fortune or fame;
But the speed bumps of life are placed before us to capture,
Our thoughts from the present, to a soon, coming rapture.
Many give God little thought until dumbstruck from fear,
Sensing that clock is ticking and expiration date draws near.
So live life in the moment with whatever cross you bear,
Praying for God’s easy path ascending from here, to there;
I believe many close calls in life may have been times
When God was resetting our expiration date?
Tom
Mine eyes shall come benighted - Sunshine gone;
Winded upon final stretch of marathone.
Whilom self - A Brother - Cousin - Friend,
Writer - Son; An earthly throb dealt its end.
Fated finish line - Spirit delighted;
Many questions answered when enlighted.
O blues come - weep not at a shallow grave,
As I'll be heart bound yet - Not in such grave.
'Twas a soul exhausted and it called home;
'Tis that same presence in such a poem.
EXPIRATION DATES - 20190122
We’ve all got inspiration dates,
But we can only guess at when.
From first breath ‘til the end,
Our lives were pre-measured by the Fates.
That doesn’t mean we can’t shorten our time
By taking risks with unhealthy lifestyles.
The Grim Reaper sadly grants no extra miles;
Life’s not a game played with overtime.
So what shall we do with the time we’ve got,
With whatever granted amount?
What shall we do to make it count?
Will our light be a nano- or a gigawatt?
All those loved-ones who share our houses-
We don’t know how long they’ve got to live!
What would you do if you did outlive
All you’re friends, children, and spouses?
Would you dwell on everything left unsaid,
Endlessly numbering your every regret.
“I wish I would have” your stone’s epithet,
Your expiration date expired, finally dead.
There’s no Marley’s ghost to give you warning.
To avoid so many pointless sorrows,
Treat all you love like they had no tomorrows.
Change your ways; start yesterday morning!
Her thoughts bled from her fingertips
In the form of ink, they created art
She churned her words in sync to the beat
Taking music from the pain in her heart
Woven words roll down her face
Saturating the canvas beneath
Adorning her sorrows with delicate lace
Lovely strokes from a brush of grief
She was filling the shoes of her destiny
By opening her heart and letting loose the parts
For all the world to see
She knew not why her eyes did cry
She couldn't define her purpose
But she didn't want her tears to dry
It would defeat their very service
So all of her fears and all of her tears
Filled the cracks that turned to streams
Ending the drought for her many peers
Giving peace and reason to dream
Then one day she realized
That she, too, had life inside
She had not been forgotten
Or left behind
She was very much alive
It wasn't too late to start today
Every journey, at some point, began
She didn't sport an expiration date
Branded upon her hand
Just like that, at the drop of a hat
Her pity party quickly ceased
Ditching the bench, she went to batt
Her self worth, soon increased
I was long beyond expiration date
When you plucked me off the shelf
You must have seen something in me
Not apparent to everyone else
I was running on exhaust fumes
Way beyond the fail-safe zone
Thinking chances of redemption
Passed me by when I was stoned.
Women were not the problem
There were more than enough back stage
dressed down to tease, willing to please
The only problem was their age.
I don't know what you saw in me
But I'm glad for whatever it was
Where others turned and walked away
You saw my good side not my flaws.
You scaled my wall of solitude
That I didn't even know existed
Now the choices that lie ahead of me
Don't look so lonely, dark, and twisted.
You ground me with your kindness
While giving me wings to soar
My head may be in the clouds on stage
But my feet are on our kitchen floor.
EXPIRATION :
Existence of certainties and uncertainties,
Governed by disclosed and undisclosed warrantees,
The story is actually a mystery.
Promises become unfulfilled,
And the expectants turn to wail.
If we choose to talk about that,
Nothing would be considered by heart.
It's still the same old tale without doubt,
Of which men of ages didn't understand.
We've heard of it more and more,
And we've felt its sharp pain before.
It's bounded by no law,
Thusly, appears anytime it wants.
Many a time we try to foreclose it,
By setting walls against its exhibits.
But we end up at the same junction,
Whereby it present itself as an injunction.
And we only mark it with a memory,
For it can't be forever discarded by money.
In fact, it can be avoided by nothing,
As it truly remains inevitable.
Its visitation is unpredictable.
How we wish we would overcome it,
But freely does it shows itself in a flit;
Causing a precious life to cease and efface.
That's when the soul goes to an unspecified place,
And the soma also returns to its origin.
Then ammased earthly treasures become futile.
Absolutely, we're all standing aghast,
As one day we all would breathe our last.
Your Expiration Date
By Rick Rucker
Perhaps one should not know his Fate,
Not even his expiration date,
He might do something different then,
So that information is beyond our ken,
If there is more than one path,
To change it, might incur Fate’s wrath!
If you altered your life every day,
Would it impact the World in a significant way?
Would it extend your lifespan here,
Or bring your end more near?
This type of thinking can drive you to the Brink,
Perhaps cause you to take up Drink,
It seems best to go with The Plan,
Doing but what you can,
Harming no one, doing Good,
Helping others in your ‘hood,
Giving Love, and getting it back,
Surely, that is the right track!
So, by the time you are put into the ground,
You will have affected everyone around,
You will still be gone,
But your name will carry on,
You are not really far away,
If someone remembers you every day!
So, do not question Fate,
Don’t worry about your “use by” date!
This is the last that I will say,
Live Life as if it were TODAY!
What crap.
I write of this and that
the dog, the birds, the cat.
In these random fluctuatinos
can't imagine where to be punctuating.
Use the comma, colon, apostrophe for contractions
as i slip and slide to my own in-actions.
A cap, a misspelled word
what I was saying is so absurd,
A cadence, a rhyme,
slip of the tongue un-twined;
some sarcasm to be less benign.
A dot, a dash,
some humor splashed.
What the hey
let me write a least a poem a day
Good or bad,
a message happy and sad;
to tweet a word, a rhyme or two -
Ironic Zink, this one's for you!
I am fire and rhapsody in my private chambers.
Inside out, I am flourishing, animated, and measured.
My heart pumps owning the same conviction at age 15.
My hormonal sexual splendor surely must be the same
dense river I swam at 20.
In the mirror, I see only my ardor dancing,
my uncontainable flourish advancing.
As usual, I’m a firebird at the supermarket.
Trailblazing each aisle, I come to the dairy section.
The milk I buy is always on the lowest shelf of the frig.
Each gallon I inspect expired 3 days ago.
Swinging the frig door wide, I kneel before the milk.
I inspect gallons until I find one that hasn’t expired.
My rigid wooden kneecaps grind against the floor tile.
I extract the bottle, slowly rising to stand
and my glasses slide off.
I somehow snatch them before they fall on the floor.
I turn to place the bottle in my cart.
“Do you need help?”
She’s a face full of glowing concern.
That’s all I see.
“No, I think I’ve got it.
I’m always dropping my glasses.”
This archangel of milk bottles
vanishes.
My wings of fire are only cinders now.
The reason is plain to see.
From outside in, my expiration date has passed.
Give me guarantee in life
As life is not one
Tell me there is another way
How long have we searched
Endlessly hoping it exists
Reality in life is not true to us
More often we should wait
Everyday we wait for life to be better
Another day builds just a new level of death
Nobody ever tells us we have been garenteed at birth
Everyone ignores the fact it is death we all are promised
When we realize the coldness of our hearts
Life seems so much more emptier then others
If we were born to never speak nor hear
Family and friends would live longer and prolong this garenteed
Even if just by a few hours it may be quieter yet would certainly slow down the life warranty
The smoke ascended
through the wind of fire and rain;
till it disappeared.
I want some chicken noodle soup. I find two cans in the pantry and check the expiration dates so I’ll be sure to open the can that will expire the earliest. First can—August 2026. Second can—February 2019. I stare at the second date in disbelief. I look at the date again, as if I can wish it to change. The date doesn’t change. February 2019. I take the expired can and set it aside for ecofriendly disposal. I open the first can and heat up my lunch. M’m! M’m! Good!
Later, I tell my wife about it. “Uhg! Now I’ll have to check the dates on everything” she says as she heads toward the kitchen. “You don’t have to do it now” I offer. “No, I’ve already started.” I smile and nod, happy that she’s so diligent. Less than an hour later she reports that she threw away several items including the salt. “Why did you throw away the salt?” “Because it expired in 2022.” “Did you taste it?” ”No, why would I taste it? It expired,” she says matter-of-factly. I chuckle under my breath.
Hours later I ponder over my personal expiration date. I recently read that the average male in the U.S. lives to 74.8 and the average female lives to 80.2. Since I just turned 70, that’s quite a scary thought. Of course, I also read that a “70-year-old man has a 54% chance to live to 90 if he doesn’t smoke or have diabetes, has healthy weight and blood pressure, and exercises. But cutting out exercises and becoming more sedentary reduces the chances of reaching 90 to 44%.” Meditating on what this might mean for us, I smile and offer a prayer of thanksgiving.
mindful of each day
thankful to the Creator …
soulful chicken soup
I knew our love was passed it's expiration date
But I still ate what you put on a plate
Now I'm left with stomach ache
I shouldn't have ate, the leftovers after our love reached it's expiration date
A dream gone wrong forces you to wake up
Some things should be left broken and aren't meant to be made up
But for some reason our hearts will tell us different
Our hearts will force us to try and sort things out with the person we're missing
Relationships go wrong, but that's just how it's supposed to be
There was a time limit on how long you were meant to be close to me
We all have weak moments and can't always be strong
I knew we shouldn't, but I couldn't think about anything logically when you stripped to your thong
We slept together again after we split, maybe it was meant to happen
But we just don't work together, so let's call that our last night of passion
Sometimes we eat off the plate even after our love has passed it's expiration date
That was our last meal together, and our final Goodbye babe
I knew our love was passed it's expiration date
But I still ate what you put on a plate
Now I'm left with stomach ache
I shouldn't have ate, the leftovers after our love reached it's expiration date