Best Finales Poems
Someday I shall fly higher than the eagle
Soar to the top of these majestic hills,
I shall breathe free and feel, oh, so regal
The sky, my kingdom, with rapture fills.
Soar to the top of these majestic hills
Where pines towering above green valleys
The sky, my kingdom, with rapture fills,
I shall reap applause with grand finales.
Where pines towering above the valleys
Reaching for the vast heavens far beyond,
I shall reap applause from grand finales
With a carefree abandon nature spawned.
Reaching for the vast heavens far beyond
I rise higher into a promising atmosphere
With a carefree abandon nature spawned,
At last, learning my reason for being here.
I rise higher into a promising atmosphere
I shall breathe free and feel, oh, so regal,
At last, learning my reason for being here
Someday I shall fly higher than the eagle.
Written August 29, 2022
Submitted to "2022 Marathon Lap 14" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Categories:
finales, adventure, future, hope, how
Form:
Pantoum
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
An altering agonizing fate, a lover's tale the soul it'll violate
Romeo n Juliet had pure love, pure ecstasy
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
Samson’s lust, Delilah’s betrayal bribed from jealousy
Secrets unfurled delayed, poison secures not heaven’s gate
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
An altering agonizing fate, a lover's tale, the soul it'll violate
Categories:
finales, analogy, death, love,
Form:
Triolet
Another crossroad.
Invalids weep when
wearing another's
soiled diapers suddenly
disappear.
In spite of the battered off-chance -
from a despondent interruption;
I'm the exposed exception.
Coarse fingers bleed.
My wheelchair spokes
are hardly friendly.
I proudly bawl when no one
can see me bow my head
amongst the company of
irreverent observers.
At rest
with this solemn disease -
the embrassing stench of inhumanity
forces me to open a
newly glass-stained window.
I whisk swallowed past-killings
onto bent steel hangers.
Neatly there, they elegantly droop -
angled and uninteresting;
in a dank closet where
falsified myths
and I
silently hide.
Leukemia, I personally, thank you.
Mid wives laugh at me.
Jesters poke a crooked finger, also.
Kings, queens
and jacks are left behind.
I chuckle, too - with an
unbridled Lucille Ball lament.
Four spaded-aces and a forgotten spittoon;
the uninviting hospice where we
comfortably bed together
crocheting darned finales.
Say farewell.
Don't tell anyone.
Blood bleeds beyond
frowned staled dales and
expiration is a personal moment.
Daddy and Mommy need to witness
the definition of
an unwarranted demise.
Open ended the
Grimm fairy tale concludes,
without a finely tuned
Aesop moral,
leashing the braille-exhausted
onto another muddied
crossroad.
Categories:
finales, deathme,
Form:
Free verse
"A poet is a sapient of notions,
And a serpent wrapped up in miracles.
They release poems as saccharine poison.
And success in every session".
I heard but it’s not true for me.
God “where to go in these malevolent ways?
What to really achieve before my death finales?
Where to live in this immoral place?
Why should I survive on this Immortal maze?
When would I die in these ill-advised days?”
Categories:
finales, anger, conflict, death, depression,
Form:
Didactic
Später März / Late March / Finales de marzo
Jetzt im späten März
Endlich der ersehnte Frühling
Mit bunten Blüten
Doch plötzlich neuer Schneefall
Kalter Wind aus den Bergen
Now in late March
At last the longed for spring
With colorful flowers
But suddenly new snowfall
And cold wind from the mountains
Finales de marzo
Desiada primavera
Flores coloridas
Pero luego nevada
Viento frío de montañas
Categories:
finales, seasons
Form:
Tanka
Last name here, First step there, only one allay...
Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down,
Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis,
Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn,
In hands of lonely children, bid these lips bye-bye...
Bequest oaths, for ode by love is a home plight,
Coalescing pivots crux fine fortunes through,
Docent tasks fathom nature's dew of grief,
Tons of totes vex abstruse wills to loot,
But virtuous lenity glib adept heartfelt reefs,
Gait jiffy haps with tribes so grim time tears,
God's flanges tarry finales who lope o'er losers,
But foremost, guerdon sojourn souls aiding others...
Accouter the outfitter by concords of trust,
Master a gentlemen and woman of good taste,
Upon Sunrise and Sunset, leave wise and do weep,
The bequeath of ensuing generations propound...
Upon birth and grave, life and death, -but more life...
Categories:
finales, anniversary, family, children, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Surfing, morphing
Through amorous tidal waves
Thou Babylonian scoundrels
Poisoned, ordained
By the blues-begging rasps
Smelting Earth
Caching together as one
By force and virtue
Yielding life's battalions
Seeking solace, fame or gentle ears
What captures me most
About this glazed nuthouse
Riffs and thieves
Throwing down as NYC
The brackish drama
The ink-still-wet climax
Each protagonist
Twitching, bleeding
Their calligraphy carved from
Medieval, spiteful bent
Their tragedies, comedies
Levitating into series finales
Bubbling, screaming
The concrete-clicking pounce
Propelled by the fear of instant death
Each a Willie
Scribes scratching, staggering
Desperate for terminal legacy
Actors drowning, emitting spasms
Powered by flames and sunshine
You don't get here by mistake
Unless leaving is the answer
The acts, verses and curses
Vary by the levels of lunacy
You're willing to consume
So bark and hark
Who goes there
The parade inside you looms
As the audience
Hush, attentive, sardonic
Mouths gaping
Tongues wagging
To taste your wasted drop.
(10/13/16)
Categories:
finales, allusion, appreciation, character, crazy,
Form:
Free verse
Life by its' own nature
Can bring a myriad of disasters
Unpredictable, unfathomable, devastating
Whispers of confusion in dark corners
Murmurs of disbelief in the hallways
The silence of a crowded room
A cancer, an accident, a mere mishap
All within the realm of possibility
But you, my friend, my lover
Did that which is not fathomable
Of all of the tragedies that could have befallen you
Never would I have imagined you would end your life
You ended your life after a pointless fight
Leaving me forever with the consequences of my own humanity
Nature herself was floored that day
For of all her unending realities
Of all her unreal finales
Your decision was not one of a natural life
Categories:
finales, absence, anger, bereavement, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
...for Freddie Mercury
Muscles, sinews, stretching, pulsing,
sweat, saliva, spitting forth,
bold gyrations, undulations,
strutting out for all he's worth.
Pounding, every ounce of effort
pouring from his proud physique,
prancing, dancing, always making
music that will leave us weak.
Roger Taylor, Brian May,
conspirators who fueled his fire,
bassman Deacon, never wasting
licks designed to send us higher.
They're sublime, 'A Kind Of Magic,
Under Pressure, Now I'm Here,
Tutti Frutti, Tear It Up'
were anthems for the fans to cheer!
'God Save The Queen, We Are
The Champions,' apt finales for a king,
culminating with an encore,
they sure made the rafters ring!
May he always rock the airwaves,
DVDs and CDs too,
ever blessed, and dressed to 'rock you,'
born to boogie! ...born to sing!
Categories:
finales, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Within the Hotel, all were at rest,
All except one, one lady guest.
This lady asleep, swiftly awoken,
by something unique, her slumber was broken.
The lady sat up and guess what she saw?
'Twas a band set of ghosts, fiddlers four!
Yet as they played on, no tune was endured,
No glide of the bow or pluck of a chord.
What was this terror, deep in her room?
Was it a sign or some omen of doom?
Infact it was neither malice nor gloom,
Just four that were free, free from their tomb.
This was too much, she started to shake,
At figures transparent, but darkly opaque.
Unfazed by her freaking, this devilish throng,
Proceeded to play, enslaved by their song.
To those in their grave, the sombre is merry,
The requiem is gay, the dirge is contrary.
Just plucking away with a smile on their face,
Oblivious to time, done with that chase.
Finales performed, they hence disappear,
Finished they are until the next year.
But soon they'll be back, same as before,
To play once again, those fiddlers four.
Categories:
finales, imagination
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Rude awaakenings
passive resistances
offset reposes
nominal com-pre-poses
clattering synopsis
reflective rejections
loveless offerings
sentient longings
goober finales
creepy filings
jubrient jiltings
assinine intentions
cooperative unintentions
lazy notions
graded offerings
misguided annotations
guilded gonads
perserverant punishments
unabridged miscellaneous
assertive nothings
blinded essentials
ill acquaintances
riddled resentments
staved sequences
toiled romances
piss pot potentials
dragged molecules
finite measures
copious credentials
minor mirrors
killed desires
zoned inadequacies
victim gags
witless endeavors
yearless covenants
useless touches
homely juxtaposes
unfiled females
tattered testosterone
monumental misguidedness
aperture unfocused
twitterpatted wantings
yielded misgivings
drop dead desires
perpetrated hum drums
bread crum bewilderment
quilted quietudes
aforementioned alls
envious emotions
leveled trash
yearning alofts
zoo plays
dead and gones
in a postmortem periphery of
dance denied inequalities that
superstand a millennia of non
standard consequence of a riddled
ridicule composite cramp-pede
psychosociodomesticoillnatureds
fecalfried anesthetizing bewilderwilderments
co-efficient based non soulecular biscuits
baked clammer insistent on/off comforts
couture of random thoughtless criminals
effacement of non living entitlement egos
Good f-ing luck with thats.
Categories:
finales, education, feelings, imagery, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
...for Freddie Mercury
Muscles, sinews, stretching, pulsing,
sweat, saliva, spitting forth,
bold gyrations, undulations,
strutting out for all he's worth.
Pounding, every ounce of effort
pouring from his proud physique,
prancing, dancing, always making
music that will leave us weak.
Roger Taylor, Brian May,
conspirators who fueled his fire,
bassman Deacon, never wasting
licks designed to send us higher.
They're sublime, 'A Kind Of Magic,
Under Pressure, Now I'm Here,
Tutti Frutti, Tear It Up'
were anthems for the fans to cheer!
'God Save The Queen, We Are
The Champions,' apt finales for a king,
culminating with an encore,
they sure made the rafters ring!
May he always rock the airwaves,
DVDs and CDs too,
ever blessed, and dressed to 'rock you,'
born to boogie! ...born to sing!
Categories:
finales, dedication
Form:
Verse
...for Freddie Mercury
Muscles, sinews, stretching, pulsing,
sweat, saliva, spitting forth,
bold gyrations, undulations,
strutting out for all he's worth.
Pounding, every ounce of effort
pouring from his proud physique,
prancing, dancing, always making
music that will leave us weak.
Roger Taylor, Brian May,
conspirators who fueled his fire,
bass man Deacon, never wasting
licks designed to send us higher.
They're sublime, 'A Kind Of Magic,
Under Pressure, Now I'm Here,
Tutti Frutti, Tear It Up'
were anthems for the fans to cheer!
'God Save The Queen, We Are
The Champions,' apt finales for a king,
culminating with an encore,
they sure made the rafters ring!
May he always thrill the airwaves,
DVDs and CDs too,
ever blessed, and dressed to rock you,
born to boogie! born to sing!
Categories:
finales, tribute,
Form:
Verse
No one knew a star was born that night on the hospital bed
Fifty years of inspiring music within his little head
A perfectionist,an actor, an artist until the end
Kind hearted, loveable, and every Childs best friend
He swooned the world with his charm and skills
Amazing finales and song filled thrills
So many doctors, and no one could tell
That through the years of stress, at some point he fell
For years he cried and waited for a baby
However he held on for the chance of a maybe
A long time friend offered to help
And with this offer came joy
He celebrated with this great news
He was going to be the father of a baby boy
After three children of surrogate mothers
He finally felt relief
These beautiful babies replaced his grief
He had someone to love
He was happier than ever before
And yet, the media wanted more
He was ready for the come back
To reclaim his position as Pop King
With this he practiced
While he danced he would sing
One night he needed help
A Sleepless night meant an unproductive day
So he fixed this problem with his own way
Doctors enabled him and this led to his demise
The decisions of the doctors were completely unwise
He had a tortured soul
Born with a childs heart
With these two he made today's greatest art
RIP KING OF POP ?
Categories:
finales, art, celebrity, death, emotions,
Form:
Ballad
Changing my mind once again.
I know this is the best I've seen
or can remember way back when.
Questioning what's locked.
I've lost the key but found another conclusion in which I couldn't agree.
Putting faith in something unknown.
Whispers so hollow
that they chilled to the bone.
As a requirement of belief is needed sooner than now.
I'm ducking my head.
taking the finales last bow.
Categories:
finales, desire,
Form:
Lyric