Denouement Poems - Poems about Denouement

but is a Shrike not stuck to its thorns just like everything else? when I turn my hands back into stones, when I bare my teeth, ...

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Using the need to convey and communicate. She spoke to those she reherst as they needed to communicate. the director had been ordered find words to convey and give meaning to the terminology used speak so that all were able to understand. He allowed them to use words that were directed at the editers, the prompt persons and even...

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God, I've known you Since I was a little girl. You've always been apart of me but never my whole world. You've always been a character in the plays I've produced but instead of being the protagonist you've been a character I could lose. I'm tired of being the playwright and having empty theater chairs. Lord take over the directing Lord hear my broken prayers. I'm tired...

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The sun awakes each early morn Bright sky glows its colors adorn Nothing but jeans tattered and torn Wit unraveling and voilà... a poem born AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Posted on January 30, 2020...

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Like a damaged rose, make the pain beautiful. I see the streetlights and the signs. We're getting close. I see the roads go from platinum concrete to rubble. look at the trash bags skipping across the street like tumble weeds. In the rear view I see the “bridge of sighs” we crossed to get here burning down. I lost you some...

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My heart weakened by its innumerable years continues to flutter its plangent beats. An ancient maple tree, its leafless naked branches calls for me to rest beside its protective scaly bosom, for it sees a messenger perched upon my shoulder. I feel its pulsing inner core gently whispering of things forgotten. My tortured troubled intellect fails...

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denouement warm honey flows through beeswax veins and pools upon cloth of azure blue glow of sun filtered filigree through leaves an open window invitation to Sunday just across the sill a hawkers sing song cry from the cobbles below berries, sweeet strawberries come buy my lovely berries sudden feather gusts of morning breeze bring scents of fruit and jasmine to my bed but I am too lazy...

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At night I sleep Its start, I know not But, will I ever know? Now so long, still, eyes close and open Can I control, ever? Someday these eyes, finally, will close How and when, can I know? Someday like sleep, they will so open Where will they open?...

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I sensed myself sinking down Culminating the stuccoes of existence Crossing denouements of mortality Obeying the laws of life's caducity And defying the clusters of earthly brevity. My nostrils perceived the essence Beyond the sod My ears apprehended the sounds Of heavy metal spades And my eyes saw the quietus When the granules of clods broke And made space for me To lie amongst them While my body...

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Not how his poem was rated, But the fact, it was recorded, If by machine was being read— Like a car having just one gear! Yet, happy was he still to hear, If not readers, by machine read. And listened in spell, not a let, Till the poem ending couplet, And what was just an underscore, He wished it were encore, encore! ___________________________________________________ A...

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Serial killers: the last words of a cliff hanger...

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Is free will a variable? Or rather something which you should always come above, When you just accept circumstances, If you can’t determine your outcome. The denouement of a play reveals all sometimes, When you don’t know which way it will go, Explains that less significant acquaintances, Can shape your shopping trip....

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While midnight wears the longest hours An ashen star peers to act as my keeper; Circling around like a threadbare of a glow When the bulb in the room snuffs, fades, Leaving me alone without any reflection. In a world drained by pain, somehow void Of clarity and filled with unbearable angst, Its pale twinkle seems to listen as I uncover Reminisces...

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Denouement, I beseech you, take your time. I see you lurking closely by my gate. I want to live and love and write my rhyme. Go finish someone else’s tale. I’ll wait! I need no resolutions in my life. One moment to the next I’m glad to live. I’ll take - along with good times- all the strife along my path. Denouement,...

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Her m a d n e s s was the result of an unfortunate series of events. The epilogue came to a halt as she was b r o k e n from her articulate ailment. Feared he was…scared was she…. so she thought. The day flew by, yet the night seemed too...

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