Best Terminal Poems
What's most inportant in life?.... today
not tomorow but now,
Now is for living, loving, giving...today
yesterday has memories good and bad
but today is for you and Dad.
You see people rushing, pushing, shoving
everyone in a hurry,
wishing the time away.
If only they would stop and think
they're wishing their lives away,
I want to stop them and say
tomorow is not inportant,
live for ....today
That's what's inportant,
they should stop and think
It is today that matters,
Every day there is new life
in leaves and flowers
We must enjoy every waking moment
To wake up to the sun shinning through the windows,
the warmth it brings
the birds that sing
children laughing
people chattering
smiling.
Jem you are in our thoughts each day
you are very special,
so go on live for .......TODAY and TODAY
and TODAY and TODAY and TODAY............................
with the sun setting,
dusk darkens the ground below
and vistas fade out~
days flee like defeated youth
as we tread slow to our grave
Cancer it breaks cancer it takes
It erodes and corrodes body and soul
Lingers and takes hold cant be stopped or controlled
Terminal is with an apparent ending
Loss of hope and no point in pretending
Life span is against natures clock
Head now on the proverbial block
Spreads with ease the cardinal disease
Painful fulfilment never set to ease
Deterioration quickens as the body weakens
The illness striving towards winning Beacons
Inhabiting this life just day to day living
Illness taking everything with it unforgiving
Maintain dignity the only plea of life left
Cancers taken everything will be till death
Being the shadow of ones former self
A serious turn for the worst inevitable ill health
Oh its just sods law to over through a bad habit
Of smoking only to contract lung cancer damn it
Undetected unnoticed overseen by mere testing
Cancer accumulating cells rapidly and festering
Agonising pain fills ones veins no relief no escape
The moment of death ones lonely never-ending wait
In the last moments the death rattle echo's consumes last breath
The only hope remaining is there's life after death.
There was a fellow named Cheesing
Who felt bad because of his sneezing.
His friends stayed away
To avoid the overspray.
Now Cheesing has taken up wheezing.
The ticking of the clock
Echoes in the silence
Of the room.
Time,
Like my life
Ebbing away.
Sitting- on the boat,
I am- intrigued by the- fog-
which- destroys- the world.
My weapons of mass destruction,
Find shelter in your hands with ease,
Although you wish to destroy me,
I remain coming and going as I please.
I'm your everwaking struggle,
Daily knocking at your door,
I'll deprive you of a purpose for living,
Leech to your surface and suffocate your core.
I'm the essence of your pleasure,
As well as the many reasons for your pain.
I can morph into a mirage of sunshine,
Then quickly fade into eternal rain.
I find weakness in your judgements,
I justify all of your flaws,
I make excuses that you even grow to believe,
Sanity has now vanished from your cause.
You've revealed passionate hate for me,
But somehow we are still best of friends,
You've tried but are helpless to resist me,
I told you we'd be together until the end.
I'll take everything you have left,
Even if there's nothing left to lose.
The blame is not solely placed on me,
Once I was just a choice for you to choose.
Nothing comes for free I'm afraid,
I seek your richest treasures in this life,
Far past materials and money,
I want your children, your husband, or wife.
All your precious family will cringe to taste your name,
Is this a legacy of honor, truth, love and pride?
Probably not, but running away will not help,
You can't hide, lord knows that you've even tried and tried.
All that's left is me and you now,
All else you had I've washed away,
I know you're alone, broke and in bad health,
You're in debt with one last payment of your life today.
there just ain't no cure
there is only punnish meant
deadpan - grave - humor
© Nhan Goode Guy 2014-03-04 ;-)
Came home from land of Israel on a red eye flight
Connecting routes canceled because of winter’s bite
I'm camping in the airport with fluorescent view
A weary pilgrim in terminal number two.
Terminal velocity maximum thrill, always falling against my will,
Acceleration gives me a chill, supersonic speed but standing still…
Falling in love with just one look, my romantic desires by the brook,
An exotic escapade by the book, lavish lavender skies is all it took…
Falling into Oblivion beyond my control, lamenting life takes its toll,
Landing in a diminishing dust bowl, the decreasing of my silent soul…
Realities that mirror illusions, amidst fast binding fraudulent fusions,
Increasing speeds of idol inclusions, I’m sinking into secular seclusions…
Falling in dreams wide awake, viewing scenes as they slide and shake,
Jump into my mind and see it ache, fall into my heart and see it break…
Fast falling into the unknown, reaching now where the wind has blown,
I am the King who has lost his thrown, forever falling finite on my own.
May.27.2020
Falling Poetry
Sponsored by
Kai Michael Neumann
N/A for contest
Life Is Terminal
By: Olivia Rodrigue
Though there is light ever present
It fades, flickers and is swallowed
Life passes in snippets and snapshots
moments and memories
heads full but hallowed
As people we are more than one person in life
we are us
we are we
we are friend, lover sister, brother
Learning so much yet so little is recalled
facts and figures memorized
we walk around
one goal to reach
oblivious to another
As people we have culture
Stipulations and norms
We behave as we’re told
We learn to live by laws
Behave by rules
Earn by adherence and grow old
Each facet is different in each face
Each a running tale
Each wrinkle and blemish
Each scar
Each bruise
Each figure
An outward expression of a life
A story untold
As a person we are inherently egocentric
We judge by the smutty strands slipping off the shadowy shivering silhouettes of strangers
Though we know next to nothing of their unraveling tales
Perfection is a nonexistent concept that we unremittingly, unfeelingly, unwittingly try to achieve
Success is never easy
He, She, It learns this
by creating, planning, scheduling, and meticulously marauding time
Then life laughs
And He, She, It watches
as their plans deteriorate and generate a belligerent sequel
where He, She, It fails
Time can be measured, set, and meticulously planned
Clocks, time zones, minutes, hours, days, months, years
Are all man made
But time cannot be borrowed, manipulated, or created
It is constant like gravity
Trails treaded
tastes devoured
experience and wisdom gained in minute packages
our world is one of many
each perception a glimpse at another universe of captured time
roads revealed are but small glances of an unabridged reality
Life is terminal
Like light it is a cycle of brilliance and blackness
Forever is a delusion
as are never and always
We are the lucky ones
Though the physical impression of our inimitable footprint may leave this earth
Opportunities for love, beauty, and compassion are boundless
A part of you that can be shared
A part that stays
Everything revolves around Nothing
Absolute Inconclusion
I am Cold and I am Rejected
Not Once… But Every time I hurl my love on an Unsuspecting Soul,
it seems that they are not Aware… not Ready
This Cold expands from the tips of my fingers,
to every Sliver of Nerve left in my Trembling Flesh
I become Aware that this Chill generates not from the air around me,
but from the Last Breath on my lips
I feel my eyes heavily close and then open again,
as if a few seconds of Blindness would reveal any Change
While my Soul is not untainted, my Heart is pure
But it's Silence only highlights the Frost in my bones
Like a child Punished my love retracts itself into the Ice
Not Afraid… just not Willing
So Much was here
So Warm
Now encased forever in this Terminal Frost
travelers waiting
busy terminal buzzes
loud piped in music
occasional temper flares
late departure time announced
written June 8, 2021
I fall
Headed for a crushing death
I scream to the wind so deaf
I took the leap
So faith please do keep
I fall
Into the atmosphere,
But still gasping for air
Seemingly fresh and clear,
But so cold and unsure
I fall
Like a waterfall
Drops
With passion and power and rage
Teardrops
I fall
Like a brick wall
Out of control
I fall
My terminal velocity
Cancelled out
By my escape velocity
Burning out
I fall
From the heavens where angels fly
Where the doves play
And I start to pray
For the hawk not to prey
I fall
Hoping the clouds will catch my fall
And the wind will run out of speed and stall
I fall
Upside-down and flipside up
To hear prayers going up
And my heartbeat to maximum rate
I fall on my knees hoping to spare my feet
I fall
To imitate the wing
It never flaps back
And carrying this ring
There’s no turning back
I fall
To see the beauty below
Of blue and green and the white of snow
And finally understand creation
And appreciate your natural selection
I fall
For days into nights
And weeks into months
Without food and drink
With my existence on the brink
I fall
Past this life and past the earth
Into your life and into my rebirth
I fall
With your love, hoping, as my parachute
Kissing the wind in my face as your substitute
I see your smile reflected on the face of the moon
In the midst of my depths I don't doubt you’ll be mine soon
I fall
Forever through
Until nothing can carry me
I fall
Forever true
Until only you can save me
I fall
Into you
I fall
For you
The ground is hard
from last night's snow
all creation has frozen,
slick ice from a day of infernal sun
Twilight has bled away to pitch-black onyx
All indigo n aquamarine burnt away, clean
The plane is baron washed of humanities plan
only desolate structures of arcane device stand.
Traces of nothing...nothing is left
the terminal frost digs
deep into exposed skin.
The cloak flaps absolutely in the wind.
Time is out of sync, out of place.
What have we done?
Where is everyone's everything?
NOWHERE begun?
Terminal frost burns in my sight
My thoughts
my fingers tips,
dim stars,
sinister moon
only dark eternal twilight
in everlasting terminal frost…
lingers in my sight
standing in the darkest of nights...