Best Finished Poems

The poet mines the cave for treasures sought;
  its walls encrusted with events long past.
Chipping away to find that buried thought,
  emerging with gold nuggets at long last.

Then comes the day it all falls into place,
  remove one word – the message...

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Tetelestai! For it's already done 
Praise and glory be to the Holy One 
The enemy's already trampled on 
And triumphantly doomed to destruction. 

Tetelestai! For it's already done 
Praise and glory be to the Holy One 
Fully paid are our debts and transgressions 
To us...

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I'm finished, can't you see?
What I'm doing is for me
and my life preserver's small
so there's room for one, that's all

It's my time to break all ties
to the mindsets I despise
And I truly am quite bored
with the clashing of the sword

I no longer have the fitness
for...

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I will not shape my life to fit your mold. 
How could your heart be so ice cold!?
You can't change me.
You can't shape me.
I will not be anything like you.
I cannot believe the things i pushed myself to do.
All for you. 
But now we stand...

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Where do I belong?

Please tell me?

I don't know where to go.

Please? please? please?

Oh you don't know how much pain this is causeing me.

My path has been blocked by you.

I don't want this.

I don't know how to overcome this.

The shyness, is like someone grabing you and...

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Is it not sad how
we can walk through 
walls and doors, and still
not see our own way in
this world ?

When your lost and confused
and have nowhere to go,
no one to fallow,
and don't know how to deal in this world
of sorrow,

Remember the one that loves
you and...

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Wondering if it’s an omen, finding the box in the attic today?
A treasure trove of memories into our lives
This piece of paper upon which I started to write a poem
I remember at the time I could write no more as I grieved

Missing you as each...

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The One Who Finished Last in His Class

By Elton Camp

Not all teachers have equal smarts & skill
And a less able lawyer sure gives no thrill

There are found some West Point cadets
Whose graduation the academy so regrets

And the accountant who eked his degree
From him a large...

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crushed hopes

bitter defeat

flattened ant

disillusionment

all is lost...

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It is finished,
I paid the price
Why do you constantly sacrifice?

It is finished,
I suffered for your trouble
I love you so much I will restore you with double

It is finished,
Why are you circling that same mountain again
You are never alone I’ll be with you until the end.

It...

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Last words...last rites...no more day...no more night
Sweet surrender...fever...fright
Taking that south bound subway ride
Eternal exit...entrance in
Running and never replinished...darkness diminished
IT IS FINISHED

Anger...hatred...all on fire
Chariots they crash...wreck the weak
Marching madmen...barking beasts
Rising...falling...waking sleep
Creeping...crawling...cold as ice
Insanity and ignorace...darkness diminsihed
IT IS FINISHED

Deduction...drained...subtract...sustain
Dirty needles...wounded veins
Queens bring pleasure...kings bring pain
Tears of terror...trenches...treasure
Misery...

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A Day Well Finished 

At the closing of the day:
As the shadows fade from light.
I pause for a moment to pray;
Before welcoming in the night.

Sage and sweetgrass smoke ascends;
As Grandmother Moon makes her entrance.
My thoughts of oneness transcends;
For this day of honor and remembrance.

My deep...

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THIS IS THE TRADITIONAL CINQUAIN WAY OF WRITING.
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Hateful
You are to me
Your abuse is blazing
And I'm tired of your hell raising
Please stop!

Spiteful
Are the cruel words
That you inflict on me
Why won't you ever let me be?
Please quit!

Worthless
I am to you
You love to tell me that
While in the...

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My precious jewel,
     If I may begin with the moral of a wasteland of
years that is my deplorable past, having relinquished
priceless treasures for fear of opening the chest:

     Fulfilment is richly attained when one dares to
live in...

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