Best Oblivion Poems

“I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.”
Chuck Palahniuk


Is there such a metaphor as an avalanche of time?

Each second can be cold, but never freezes,
but we all know a landslide once triggered,
can bury fragile...

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  When truth becomes a dying star
  and lies shine brightly as the sun
 That means we have lost the way
 as webs of deceit  are spun 

 Some remain in oblivion
 and continue to cling to the lie
 Others embrace the...

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He 
lies on
a small bed.
There are no friends.
Nor is there a spouse
with him in his last hours.
All those he loved have passed on.
Terror grips him; it’s all he knows.
He starts to choke; a nurse comes running.
Oblivion is swallowing him whole.

Written 12/9/2015...

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Is my fate to go on living in this impervious place
where everyone dons a mask to conceal his face?
I'm floundering in this troubling tenure of time,
in which no one understands the rhythm of rhyme.

I need to search the deepest corners of my mind
for a region...

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Short shadows stretched by a sinking sun,
darkness denotes the day is done.

And Sol slips over the edge of the Earth 
tethered to oblivion,
and yet, shackled to Dawn.

Twilight morphs into Dusk, summoning night, 
as a canopy of twinkling stars shine.  
And the moon imbues a...

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Hiding in the shadows
dementia devastates;
as sanity slowly
begins slipping away.

When your memory fails,
life loses its meaning;
and you become depressed;
bewildered, and confused.

Your heart morphs into a
desolate derelict;
a floundering vessel
not even love can save.

Hope's quickly depleted,
for trust doesn't exist;
only time remains true,
in this facade of lies.

And when reality's
stranger...

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To see and yet not see, the world around,
As time passes unattained, unadmired, silent.
A ghost in a realm that seemed to confound.
To which dereliction a truth compliant.
Yearning for yearning is a futile dream.
While gathered thoughts grow from worthless gardens.
Tilled by false promises of self-esteem.
Left with...

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for all things, the only absolute- oblivion, the final stage


March 30, 2019

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I'd hoped the sea remembered me,
accepting me so easily,
as evening peaks and 
the moon draws out the tide.

She wrapped me in her icy shift,
eyes closed shut I'm set adrift,
and through the wash
I'm tossed with every stride.

Caught within her brackish flow
my beating heart begins to slow,
Katrina's...

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Predator Antiqua Multis Versus Respiciens Tempus


I Watched Midnight Sun Fall Into Dark Shades Of Oblivion

Part I

I watched midnight sun fall into dark shades of oblivion
with its dying light screaming in agonizing moans
upon bloody battlefields of massive bloated carrion
as weeping echoes surged up from its low...

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Sit and watch the thin, blank dawn
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wrestle with memories that don't want to be suppressed,
and repress the urge to canon-ball into the ocean. 
(sinking: sinking slowly, because you never learned how to swim.)

Listen to rainbows churning in oil-spill...

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*****This poem was inspired through the idea of there being no life after death, or the belief in atheism. In recent years more and more young people are commiting suicide; recent studies have shown that there is a commonality between atheism and suicide. My personal...

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Obsidian hearts – no longer beating -
Buried under magna and turned to stone.
Lodged in stupor – consciousness deleting -
In a state where the sun has never shone.
Vast emptiness surrounds them now like outer space.
Infinitude of blackness . . . is this hell?
Obtuseness overwhelmed them and...

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Eternal Torment,
Condemned to Self-Destruction,
I'm Oblivion....

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I have this fear that beyond my years 
Every word I’ve said or written will be gone,
Like dust in the wind or seas where rivers end 
These thoughts of mine will vanish with the dawn.  

No money or fame do I proclaim 
Nor legacies...

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