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 feels diminished.
The poet, feeling visited by grace,
stands up and smiles, proclaiming “it is finished.”
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 is complete justification.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
Our wounds are already healed by the Son
And in His name, our sicknesses are gone.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy Oe
All our chains He has broken and brought down
And our bondages He has made undone.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
For eternity in heaven's been won
And granted for us is the salvation!
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 your lunacy to witness
Your dark world becomes diminished
for at long last I am finished
3/12/19
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 will never give up on you.
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 not letting go.
I want to take off.
I want my long-time "friend" to say goodbye.
Please? oh please?
Tears are falling from my eyes.
Please let me go?
I will be okay.
I wont have to sit around and cry anymore.
I wont have to wonder why I can't get up and interduse myself to somebody.
This has gone on for to long.
Let me go!
Or I am walking away tonight.
Oh yes, yes, yes, I'm walking away myself!
You can cry now.
All by your-self.
No one to talk to you.
See how it feels?
Yeah, not a fairy tale for one.
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 day goes by and wishing you were here
I know you are in the ever loving arms of our Lord
The Lord sent you down as an angel on loan to us
You were called home dear and we were not ready
I know we will one day be together again
Waiting for the day we will be called home also
Now the poem I started to write to you is finished
Our time together will come again my daughter and
never end
Written by: Carol Brown
For The "Treasure Trove" contest of Linda-Marie
1st Place Winner
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 number of errors you see
There’s the last-place structural engineer
To cross his bridge there’s reason to fear
The almost failed pharmacist often will
Dispense to the patient a mistaken pill
The worst graduate of the beauty school
Won’t give very good hairdos as a rule
And the chiropractor who barely got by
Won’t know the right adjustment to try
The business school grad at end of the line
Won’t produce work that will be very fine
And with a medical school it’s just the same
Yet, last-place finisher, it’s doctor we name
crushed hopes
bitter defeat
flattened ant
disillusionment
all is lost
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 is finished,
You can be whole and complete
Start swaying to the sound of my heart beat.
It is finished,
I washed you in my blood
It’s only your eyes that see that old familiar crud.
It is finished,
Let me take you by the hand
On a journey to a foreign land.
It is finished,
Whenever you have any doubt
Know that I saw your face on the day I shouted those words out!
By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 7/26/12
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 it has no measure
Diamonds...ditches...skidmarks...stitches...darkness diminished
IT IS FINISHED
Sinners...saints...winners...losers
Junkies...clowns...cadavers...cruisers
Carnivals for criminals...length of lies...subliminal
Pennies...nickles...dimes...quarters
Execution...follow orders
Nails in crosses...flesh...blood...bones
Knocking loud but nobody's home
Rise to Heaven...Fall to Hell
Tell the truth and time will tell
Marked for madness...final feast...darkness diminished
IT IS FINISHED
< feet in the Sand
stars dance Planned so
take Hand my love
dock of the Bay
where we Lay catch
moon Rays nice hues
here comes the Sun
new days Fun I'm
not Done with you
Written by
Katherine Stella 4/11/2012
Entry For
Nette Onclaud's
Than Bauk
A Twilight Contest
G.L. All
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 respect for those who came before;
May they never be forgotten.
The Ancestors, Elders, and Mentors;
I, their child, begotten.
How small am I in the great mystery;
And great the way they provided.
To know them each from history;
Their promises will be requitted.
Good night Moon, Stars, and Sky;
This day has been finished well.
Heart and mind you unify;
May there be peace where your spirits dwell.
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 middle of combat
Stop it!
I'm gone
And no longer
Will I let you hurt me
With a whole-hearted guarantee
Goodbye!
Dawn D. Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn D. Kilby
(Note:this poem is not finished yet. But if you care to comment it regardless, i would
appreciat that very much. Let me know what you think!)
The time has come to put an end to these damn heartbroken sentiments.
I'm tired of your empty words filling his young, novice mind with nothing but sh#t.
Come on, darling, this is gonna be one hell of a night.
I hope you've brought your six shot baby, yeah cuz you're in for one hell of a fight.
Tonight will be the death of either you or me.
With my back to the wall, I've got a choice to make.
You are nothing but a liar, and you have heart that is so transparent.
I can see straight through those fictitious lies hidden behind that mask that covers your eyes.
You are so damn fake.
I don't see how I haven't allowed myself to finish you off yet.
This will be the end of you!
You're not coming home again.
I can't believe that I've been sleeping in this bed, these sheets have bled regret.
For far too long and now it's time for me to finally make my sense of this.
I'm sick of playing games and it's time for me to be the culprit.
It's time for me to bring an end to all these false prophecies and testaments that have been
spilling from your lips.
“It is finished” our Saviour declared,
As He died for you and me.
The plan of salvation was purchased there,
On that old cross at Calvary.
The soldiers nailed Him to that cross,
And He hung there between Heaven and Earth.
They mocked Him, they spat on Him,
While He was dying to give them a new birth.
He said, “Father forgive them, they know not what they do.”