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End Poems - Poems about End

THE END OF DAYS
In shadows cast on crumbling walls, A world once vibrant, now enthralls. Sunset's blaze, a final dance, As echoes fade, in apocalyptic trance. Whispers of winds through barren lands, Silent cries on shifting sands. A symphony of chaos, nature's last breath, Embracing demise, the dance of death. Stars extinguished, night's canvas bare, Moon weeps softly, a lone despair. Cities echo ghostly tales, As the end unfurls,...

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Categories: end, earth,
Form: Rhyme
SATANS END
In shadows deep, where darkness wanes, Satan's end, in fiery chains. A tale of realms in conflict vast, Where evil's grip is fading fast. A cosmic dance, a celestial war, The fallen one to rise no more. In realms unseen, a reckoning nears, As angelic hosts dry sorrow's tears. The serpent's coil begins to break, The underworld, in tremors, quake. Redemption whispers on the wind, A...

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Categories: end, dark,
Form: Rhyme



A Guide to Flagging and Traffic Control Near the End of Construction Season
For Angela Voras- Hills As work inches along the highway you’ll be standing next to a field the breeze a song only you’ll hear as it whispers but you remember life’s a song your life a collage of all the experiences your heart holds such joy to behold as the season passes as the passing sun bleeds into the sky as the...

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Categories: end, appreciation, autumn, beauty, nature,
Form: Other
At the End of the Road, At the End of the Day
After Angella Voras-Hills fallen green apples here and there at a dead end, the yard is where in the story lies an ending, the life I lead an illusion a collage along the road of broken houses bathed in light a quiet moment, a lament when the day bleeds into colors and all my realities and dreams connect There is an illusion of light...

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Categories: end, august, jobs, life, muse,
Form: Other
END OF DAYS
In shadows cast on crumbling walls, A world once vibrant, now enthralls. Sunset's blaze, a final dance, As echoes fade, in apocalyptic trance. Whispers of winds through barren lands, Silent cries on shifting sands. A symphony of chaos, nature's last breath, Embracing demise, the dance of death. Stars extinguished, night's canvas bare, Moon weeps softly, a lone despair. Cities echo ghostly tales, As the end unfurls,...

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Categories: end, humanity,
Form: Rhyme



The End Of Its Shouting
He died in a whisper alone in its presence The call of death weaker than what he’d been told Wading into its shallows each step took him deeper Reluctance and acceptance both swimming in turn Each voice every motion he passed toward the bottom The pressure of choosing now drifting away In denial and waiting the past floating above him But the end of its shouting — had finally begun (Dreamsleep: May, 2025) ...

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Categories: end, death,
Form: Free verse
When did today's war end
When done with poetry Report my Irish American journalism And earth will get literated When did today's war start Without Irish ink...

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Categories: end, age,
Form: Free verse
Driving
I love this road. Every little mound, and every crevasse, Flower filled, to the brim. The moths and mosquitos caught in my headlamps. Trees of aspen and oak keeping me on track. And here, the night clouds are much darker than the night sky. And jets zoom 50 metres above my head, asking, "What are you here for?" In which I respond, "I'm...

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Categories: end, car, emo, love hurts,
Form: Blank verse
Be all end all
Before I begin writing down my Bizarre thoughts in a poetic form Beware, you have been forewarned. Baffling blend that defies categorization Bedazzled, you’ll be, I am sure Baleful and quite a bit, say, unsettling; Besides all that, you’ll be surprised, Breathtaking will be your experience Beautiful even and at times, oh, I say Brilliant, for I write outstandingly. Bashful I certainly am not,...

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Categories: end, fun, writing,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member End of the World
It’s the end of the world, babe Since the second of May this year Nothing can save us, maybe A miracle, but it’s unclear As it always happens with miracles They get lost on the next day Which appears to be satirical But a few can see it this way It’s the end of the world, now It starts from this very date Write a...

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Categories: end, love, meaningful, seasons, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Invasion
Invasion Coming, coming, coming… The end, the end, the end… Alien entities catch your mind Your brain is gone. Your skull is empty Your brain sucked out from your head You don’t need a brain. You don’t need to think Snow-white carrion flies rule your life Murderous god-hating wasps These wasps fly around the world and kill The foggy science kills philosophies, religions This is an...

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Categories: end, life, science, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Inevitable End
The whisper starts small. A tremor in the familiar rhythm. The sun, still a blaze, but with a subtle shift in hue, a premonition clinging to the edges of the day. We build our towers taller, our networks wider, convinced of our dominion, a tapestry woven so tightly, it cannot unravel. But the threads are finite. The resources, a diminishing echo. The planet breathes, a vast...

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Categories: end, life,
Form: Free verse
Pray without end
I do not ask You for light, O Lord, but for the shadow that remembers it once was light, that darkness with memory, trembling in the corners of being like a wounded golden memory. I do not ask for forgiveness but for the understanding of why I collapse again and again in the same place, with the same fear, with the same unfinished wound...

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Categories: end, god, prayer,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member the end of dignity
it is a nightmare and a terrible place a confrontation, a quick draw, frightful conclusion glass: empty of illusion a pagan deity whose hard eyes shall drink you in and spit and run over you like an obnoxious lorry or through you as a plough at this abandoned carnival marooned in the undesirable wilds and...

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Categories: end, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Playing Until the End
The cacophony never lasted long we always found new variations to the same ancient music. If at times a sobering truth impelled us to acknowledge, that the opus of our works was merely a divertimenti, played by a band of blind mice, we still believed, in that grand symphonic final. It is reassuring to know, we can still whistle a broken melody, as a concert hall empties...

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Categories: end, poetry,
Form: Free verse

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