Best In The End Poems
Beneath this place of stones,
Lay my groaning moaning bones;
I didn't need them anymore,
So, traded them in for wings that soar !
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April 24, 2022
Poetry/Epigram/In The End Epigram
Copyright Protected, I 04-1450-705-24
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Killing With An Epigram
sponsor, Margarita Lillico, Judged 05/29/2022
First Place
Poem of the Day on Poetry Soup, 04/25/2022
What choice has bittersweet despair,
A dying rose,
An empty chair.
Shall I then grieve and weep for thee
And temper broken heart and soul
So I can cherish one more gaze
Of happiness, of summer days
And bristle with abiding love
Of life cast now in shade and brook,
This ebb which pains with force and fate
United soon through heavens gate.
Walking through cold snow
Thoughts wandering as I go
Dragging my feet ever slowly
Bound for a place I know
The snowflakes make it hard to see
I’m wishing that you were close to me
two sets of footsteps left behind
being alone does not set me free
On our travels, we shall find
Together we make one of a kind
If only I could see the end
For now, you stay on my mind
In our lives we often mend
and break, we need that friend
that holds us when we need
on whom we can depend
Two swigs of tequilla
Strawberry Daiquri
A pair of scissors
Some anger
Pain
Emptiness
An arm and a leg
Meke a good time
For shedding some blood
Tears anyone?
Breaths feel cool
Taste rebelious.
Hello God, are you there?
I’ve been searching for you everywhere.
Starting out in my mother’s womb
Not very long ago,
When my life was barely beginning
Before I began to know…
Anything about you
And this world I was headed toward.
I was looking for you even then,
Perhaps so even more.
More than when I finally arrived,
The apple of my parents’ eyes
Crawling ‘round the grass and grounds
You placed down here for me,
When all I knew was sky is blue
And love was wild and free.
And as I grew tall and learned to run
I looked for you in shade and sun.
In churches, bibles, liturgies
And things I could and could not see
Like ocean waves and winds that scatter,
Poetry, symmetry and thoughts that matter.
And this idea of independence
And freedom from tyranny,
The pursuit of happiness, truth and justice
And the bounties that they bring.
And other things we take for granted
Like cats, dogs, frogs and birds,
Rivers flowing, flowers growing
And every song and kind of music played and heard.
While I never gave up and never let down
My search for You through cities and towns.
From tiny islands in the old gulf stream
To highlands and by lands
From Mount Olympus to New Orleans.
And continued my search with purpose and worth
In libraries filled with books
Of countless pages throughout the ages
How others thought you might look.
And if you are real, you know how I feel
About the majesty of Your creation.
Planets, stars and the universe writ large,
Consciousness, curiosity and causation.
From the first thinking man who was able to plan
His future among all things,
While looking for You just as I do
In places where he once lived and dreamed…
Down in the bogs and bayous
Where cypress trees grow tall,
And on the moon and Mars and in honky-tonk bars
And leaves turning colors in the fall.
And in the hearts and minds of others
And the catchlight in their eyes,
Hoping I might find you there,
In their laughter and their hope-filled cries.
Even now I’m still seeking and wondering
If you can hear my plea within,
I pray dear God if we’re not at odds:
Will I find You in the end?
© Terrell Martin, 01/29/2025
Magic tunes play deep pipes
as the dove flies high
fluttering angel wings touching
inside one golden breath
warm breathless gem whispers softly
Within each beat echoes a song
skipping inside one circle spinning crazy
upside down music floats the magic
head over heels
When I am next to you
embracing color of deep beauty
a promise once made
in this world to be forever true love
oh, where shall I fix my eyes upon the end
for man has taught me to look forward in time
in admiring the signs to take place
in order for the Lord to return
what do we know so much of the beginning
in which we have the knowledge of the end
the Lord and our soul have no end
for all for the end to come is vain
for they did not recognize the Lord when he came
and still do not submit unto his calling
to be unified and walk as one
the signs we should embrace
is the spirit no one knows where it comes from
or its path it is headed,but is left in awe by
the change and transformation created within
the end in which I seek is in plain view
from which the Lord fulfilled
in that day when he paid the ultimate sacrifice
all is complete and placed under his feet
that he might come and dwell within
to shine his light unto a deceived world
to put an end in our walk alone
that we might see we are the beast
in which must be lead to the cross
to become aware of the end of flesh is the end
that we must be burned away and purified
allowing the birth of Jesus to rise
for only through the Lord shall our
carnal and corrupt desires be laid to rest
the Lord returned as a trumpet
in the day I called out broken
from this time I tried to please the Lord
thankfully I am reminded I am a leaf and he is the tree
all our strength and support must come through him
before we can see the end
we must become aware we are dead without christ
for only through the Lord shall we be raised
with a quicken spirit to mortify our earthen vessel
to put an end to our earthy knowledge
and instill the knowledge of truth united as one
no longer longing to seek praise of man
but seeking to give glory unto the Lord
In the end
I know
that I loved deeply...
and in the end
I was forced to let go
and someday
I will know why...
Maybe not today...
but someday
I will know why
All is pain and circumstance
love and words of war
How many days
can I go on bleeding?
How many days
can I force myself
to simply go on breathing?
Some days this pain
seems almost
to much
to bear
© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 16th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
There once was a man from Tenerife,
Whose sunbathing was all rather brief.
But when he started to cough,
His flimsy fig leaf blew off.
While the ladies confirmed their belief.
2 / 17 / 2022.
Sponsor. Tania Kitchin.
For the contest. A Bawdy or Humorous Limerick.
Syllable counts. PS.
VIDEO: A Night To Remember by Giphy.
AUDIO: Nearer My God To Thee by Titanic Remembered.
in the end
an opened purse sprawled
debts-held cash pretentious bling
themes nearer my God
***RMS Titanic was a British passenger liner that sank in the North Atlantic Ocean in the early morning hours of 15 April 1912, after striking an iceberg during her maiden voyage from Southampton to New York City. Of the estimated 2,224 passengers and crew aboard, more than 1,500 died.
2020 August 11
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (22) ,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 August 15
“Always remember that birds eat ant,
but in the end, ending up as ants’ menu list”,
she always told him.
Regarding the statement as a concoction of words,
he went on doing what he loved doing; consuming time
in a Gypsy tent, searching for the elixir of immortality.
In the end, he died of old age without a solution
to his aging, which he regarded as a natural abnormality;
time finally consumed him.
What's that stuff some peeps have 'tween their ears
Some call it brain matter but methinks mine's disappeared
Maybe too much sun
Some call me dumb
Perhaps I should shove an encyclopedia up my rear
© Jack Ellison 29015
Tough my days,
Rough my nights,
But I shall not demand,
Chirping of birds going home in the evening,
Neither the cold and placid Breeze in the morning,
With all the odds in my life for this very day,
I want spring in the end,
I shall remain here,
Not resting but grappling with the maze of my subconscious,
But I hope at the verge of lassitude when I sleep
It will take me to the end of the alley at the door of cosmic quietude,
Hope is the fuel of the day so I hope for and say,
I want spring in the end,
I shall not envy freedom of butterfly,
Nor her colors, I miss them in my life,
I don’t want warmth of your hand today,
But I shall have faith in the destiny,
That one day I will melt and fuse with you,
And it will be spring in the end,
We will fasten our soul with feathers of bird,
We’ll fly in sky with bird-like spirit,
And we shall remain in the air forever,
I wonder that there will be a day,
I will be holding you tight by waistline,
Your head resting on my chest,
We will melt with the sun cooling off in evening,
Birds will join us and cherish our love,
With their chirping calming down,
We, lovey-dovey will be lost in romanticism,
That little cold breeze will make you hold my hand,
And you will look up smilingly at me,
That orange-redness of sky will marry up with your lips,
Your eyes will manifest the madness of the evening,
With all my love in one kiss on your forehead,
I will hold you little tighter than before and will make you realize, my love, that it is the spring,
But it is not the end,
It is just one of those all evenings
We want to spend with each other when in the days of spring.
In the end, when truth reveals itself
When all the words that ever were
Arranged in every way that can ever be
When we have said everything
When nothing more can ever be said
Will that bring us the promised peace
When Heaven launched its war on evil
And split the universe in two
And gave to man the sword of death
And gave to him his righteous hand
When Heaven failed to banish demons
But gave them their own kingdom too
Can words so wise erase that blunder
Or does man perish in the lies
written 07.13.2016
In cold December snow I sniff the air
My nose raised high, my paws ready to run
The Pack nervously pacing, I sense their
Fidgety eager fury, I feel none
We neared the border days ago, to hunt
The ones who hunted us so long ago
To make them face our anger, to confront
All of them, before we deal the blow
We are with eight, once small and grey as mice
Our fur a razzled coat of tatters, fringed
Now proud and strong, not wild, but free and wise
With white mane, sane and healthy, not unhinged
They thought themselves invincible too long
Their attitude so carefree as a child's
But soon they'll hear the howling of our song
Unleashed revenge, uncivilized and wild
Too long we were repressed, in cages small
Our spirit almost broken, but we fled
Our spirit lives, unbroken, we stand tall
We live again, our future lies ahead
Tonight we will reclaim what once was ours
The time is here, it's not about revenge
But justice, we're counting down the hours
The outcome a relief, 't will be immense
No matter where they run we'll find their trail
And in the end love wins, their hate will fail
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March 14, 2017
Copyright ©Darren White