Best The End Poems

The End

Seeing through these cold dead eyes now,
This world looks much different.

The scars of one’s life entire,
Appear now for all to see.

What once meant everything,
Really means nothing now.

I still see and sense things mortal,
But the earthly world can’t hear my words. 

Lying on an ice-cold...

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At the end of the rainbow, dreams unfold.
And some people say there is a pot of gold.

How well I recall a rainbow one day
that shone in the sky when a storm went away.

Rain pelted my car; I felt so afraid.
But as I neared home, it...

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like nature in spring
begins the season of life
winter a blessing
where memories are best kept
waiting the resurrection

© Harry J Horsman 2018...

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It stands on a hill overlooking the bay drenched in ocean spray
That cedar shake house where I used to live  high above the Fundy bay

A well trodden path leads from its door on to a winding road
Flanked by ditches where Morning Glories and ...

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Sunflowers and dandelions. 
Sometimes in life it's a fine line.
We go outside to breathe the air.
Look around, try not to stare.

The little children play and run.
The girls are screaming, having fun.
Little boys follow along.
Learning the words to write the song.

A bouquet of summer's sweet refrain.
A...

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Whether rock-and-rolling or hip-hopping,
you move and groove so easily at first
when dreams are fresh. Oh, there is no stopping
that dance of youth when all is unrehearsed.
By the middle years, perhaps you’re spinning
(cavorting softer if your kids are sleeping).
Can you slow down if life is about...

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High on the clouds, a lustrous sight
Reflecting bend of arch’s delight
As noon dips low, the late gust’s air
Paints colors bright beyond compare…
In tints that wave from pink to gold;
Along curve’s end, I do behold
Such longing to embrace its charms,
To reach out gently with my arms
In...

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Ever so much more than friend
Wearing scars of love's lullaby 
I can still see you at the end

Our song often left wounds to mend
Each time we'd return; blood barely dry
Ever so much more than friend 

To the depths of spite we'd descend
But against hatred's grip...

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We lie together, you there, 
me here.
I reach for you and you, melting into your pillow,
pull away
turning slowly, your message 
is clear,
there is nothing, just emotional disarray.

Under the darkening sky I whisper 
to you,
the words but an echo in the fading 
light.
I listen to the...

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 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
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Written for the Standard contest, Killing  With An Epigram
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Precious moments fade to black at twilight
as sleep shuts my weary eyes.
It’s the end of a day.

My wants, needs and expectations all rest
snuggly beneath my pillow...
where they'll peacefully sleep.

So goodnight, moon, and all the stars that shine.
So long to all birds that sing...
till we meet...

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At the end of the rain there’s a rainbow
At the end of the storm there is sun
At the end of the struggle there’s safety
In the day that my wand’rings are done

There is strength at the end of the sadness
There is grace ‘midst the greatest of...

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O dear Lord, let my thoughts fly upwards, 
For we have sinned abominably against you,
And never bothered to think of You.
We raised false idols of our own making:
The gods of power, money, and lust.
Our corruption goes so deep,
That we realize too late
How very much unhappy...

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Remember the days when we all felt free
Back in the days when we were happy as can be
Not a worry in the world,where all our dreams came true
When we believed af the end of the rainbow was a pot of gold
Those were the days when...

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When I remember her, I think of hope she aroused, prayers she inspired, dreams she encouraged. When I think of her, and remember… it is my own heart who beats more tenderly ~ quote by poet

Just a fading star,
she lingers in his thoughts,
singing from afar,
of...

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