End Poems - Poems about End

Everything has an END The time I spEND And sentiments I intEND With my family and friENDS But not with Jesus Everything has an END The breath I expEND Trying to drive a point to its END Maybe just driven crazy as one may contEND Jesus I need you now “All things must come to an END” Said Chaucer as the 1300’s would dispEND Never say never:...

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Verse 1- Pick up the present put the past down, with the future in the front it makes sense now, ain't no time for getting past this, put the finger to the trigger with no witneas, if this is life I won't miss it, coming off the press like I'm a misprint, the barrel getting...

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I want to die— not in screams, not in blood, but in a quiet room where no one waits for me. I think of suicide like a lullaby I hum alone, a final note to silence the noise in my head that never rests. But I'm scared. I'm afraid of the rope, afraid of the pills, afraid of the fall— not just the pain, but the fact that I...

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When Will This All End? The world is at war with no regret. What kind of civil war is this? Nothing ever changes. Leaders are restless. Another missile in the sky. Another person will die. No meaning of this. Leaders will never quit. Always something to prove. Another bullet goes through. Never ending death. Another...

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The fab four...not Scouse superstar serenaders.. Stellar constellations of cricketing fascinations... Connoisseur christened, humdinger harbingers.. Listen…whispers of willow wizardry whistle…glisten.. Skipper sorcery glow…celestial cerebral Martin Crowe.. Appetites whet..forget the quartet..for the fab four is no more.. Game's pantomime dame, Kohli...encores harangued.. Creeping crepuscular flaws…Virat’s ersatz career nadir scores.. Smith's sisyphean shuffles..flummoxed fossicking for form.. In mists of time..muffled murmurs of his prime... Two...

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[Verse 1] I’ve been searching for answers In the silence of the night Why’d you walk away from love Without a word, without a fight? It’s hard enough with just the truth— But the silence cuts deeper than goodbye. [Pre-Chorus] Every moment feels like a prison without end The verdict was spoken, but I can’t comprehend Chains of memories, still hangin’ in the wind Living in...

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First crack in the wall, The long unraveling starts, Twilight's early hush ©bfa051725 ...

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In hindsight I can note a master stroke A revelation from somebody out there My soul’s salvation could have been a joke A sad man’s joke, that anyone can share That’s why it looks so truthful, this old tale As if our lives were planned on reasonable grounds But anyway, you see that luck prevails And luck’s a rare bird, it never...

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Never saw it coming the tight bend on a mountain road. Dead ended himself. Flew up, up and up, fell down, went nowhere. A body count of one. No one noticed but he was gone, gone, gone....

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The end of everything The master of the old tank ship that resembled a schooner sat fretting in his cabin; for twenty years, he had been the master of the vessel, a friendship between the animate and the inanimate had developed. During the war years, the ship delivered high-octane plane fuel from the USA to Britain, with him on the bridge...

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What would we all say If the world would end in a few minutes Gaze at the stars And wonder who put them up there Point at the clouds And guess how long they've been there Pick a flower or too And bask in its fragrance Run through the grass field Feeling the breeze rush past you Apologize to the earth For...

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It’s Sunday, and I’m drawing myself again, third time this week. This version features a haunted air fryer, a coupon for free emotional labor, and Janice— the shoebill, wearing my ex’s hoodie and threatening the moon. She’s perched on a folding chair I stole from a church basement, clutching a Slim Jim like a relic. Her breath smells like copper wiring and vengeance. She doesn’t blink. She’s...

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It was a long way home I had wandered for many miles Searching for that pot of gold That’s said to be at the end Of every rainbow I saw a lot of rainbows That stretched across galaxies With no end in sight But no hint of a pot of gold Did I see I encountered a lot of well-polished stones And although there were Well worn...

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This house has it’s walls, All so paper thin, One more line of dialogue, And I might just cave in, My head is so thick, But yet so thin, I don’t have a pool, But yet I might dive in, Filling my head with all that is old, I’d rather see what is new, Than what’s full of rust and dust, I read another line, It’s...

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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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