Best Run Out Poems

I want to write a poem about getting what you want
Do you believe you will get what you want
- what you really want?
God will help you get what you want
He would just grant it to you one day
Out of the blue
You would be so surprised
elated, and don't know what to do
Because you had waited so...

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The Statute of Limitation Has Run Out

By Elton Camp

Most have things in their past
That present life could blast
Whose life’s an open book
So to welcome a close look?

We hope none will ever learn
Things our name could burn
What we did way back when
And wouldn’t ever do again

Such acts and thoughts as those
That we think nobody knows
Some claim...

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By Elton Camp

Most have things in their past
That present life could blast

Whose life’s an open book 
So to welcome a close look?

We hope none will ever learn
Things our name could burn

What we did way back when
And wouldn’t ever do again

Such acts and thoughts as those
That we think nobody knows

Some claim such they didn’t do,
They lie...

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Sixty measly quid
To last me a whole week
A victim of Broken Britain
My misery’s at its peak 

Stripped of my dignity
Powers on the wane
Surviving on frozen fish fingers
The giro’s run out again

Three quid on that lousy nag
No sweeties for the wean
My 4-1 shot pipped at the post
The giro’s run out again

Resistance is futile
Who listens when we...

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If we run out of gas, can we fill up somewhere
A station for such and to drop off our old foul air
Might have trouble hiring
Coz of the hazy o-ring
Something to consider as we age, c'est la guerre!...

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I have run out of paint
So where is the patron saint
The one that hails from B&Q
So no more need for me to queue

I have run out out paint
And there is no queue
So can I please use the loo

I have run out of paint just for now
But believe me I don't know how

As I was just...

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 symbol, a measure -
an inch, pounds, kilogram:
could we run short of symbols?...

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We have run out of time 
to spend together 
we have run out of words
to tell one another 
we have run out of patiance 
to deal with each other 
We have run out of love
for one another...

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If we run out of gas, can we fill up somewhere
A station for such and to drop off our old foul air
Might have trouble hiring
Coz of the hazy o-ring
Something to consider as we age, c'est la guerre!...

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Run out of words to say to each other
Run out of  time, that can't be rewind
Run out of  reasons to keep trying
We both knowit the right thing to do 
Dont come up to me 
even if i cross your mind
dont ant to see your beautiful smile
dont want want to hear your voice...

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Many resigned people accept humdrum and boring as their usual
Sadly, it is not supposed to be this way, this was not the plan
However, society allows them to stew in their own gravies, with chunks of who cares.
Which is why musicals will always do well, especially the ones with the bright-eyed optimists.

Rose colored glasses make for...

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Or translates to "I almost ran out of gas on the trolley today!"
An ode to my day!
On Trolley! New billows sweep thee out
Upward. What wilt thou? Hold that hill, be stout
Gas'st not thy mast
Now rent by stiff South Hill's blast? 
Thy side, of passengers now forlorn?
Thine tank, with groaning gauges say
"Though cannot sustain, 
The three...

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THE SENSELESS NATURE OF SANITY

Can sanity make sense of sorrow,
now that I am not part of her tomorrow?
Can someone save me from today,
now that she has faded away?

The loss of a lady equals memories
The flavor of a springtime breeze
The walks which we once shared
Before her heartlessness was bared

I’ve been left to languish alone
Broken in both...

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time run out
his body peacefully
surrendering




posted on October 14, 2018...

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I am giving tomorrow up
in this day of end
wrap me in your world
Where inside
raindrops,
falling heroes
target skin
and with pin pricks
of cold
announce their arrival
Ambush beating eyelashes
and carry their assault
past cheek and chin
Shivers spine the chill
Greyed out clouds
Stretched  out  tendrils as  if          t  o
Catch its...

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