End Of The Line Poems - Poems about End Of The Line

in a sky full of echoes I'll drown in the loudness of last lines losing my sure footedness in clouds that look like mountains where tears are nothing but a cycle to be lost and found there was a time before I wrote perhaps I'll arrive at the time after within all my /used to be's/ I'll list: 'poet' for...

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Smiles can be turned upside down Broken hearts often bleed While jokers steal everything That can fulfill their greed As the music is turned off The singer loses voice Silence then becomes the norm And the mimes at last rejoice Waters flow through memories For river beds are dry Wildlife has long moved on And farmland's death is nigh Distant mountains turn to brown Before the sun sets...

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the end of the line Once upon a time, Norway was a shipping nation thousand of people employed in this endeavor because she was a low-paid country and could haul, mostly American cargo around the world Alas, oil along her coast, was found, no longer poo, wages rose that was no good Other nations, running lower wages, took over and the Norwegian shipping...

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No one wants love they only want likes, freely protesting they haven’t got rights! Raised by the system playing the victim, that’s the ambition that they envision. Say you’re offended by my point of view, offending me when you react like you do. Opinions upset and leave you devastated, you grown up babies leave me...

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Everyone would call her a hero Carrying yet another soon to be orphaned child to safety Leading group after group destined for destruction Down the railway track of hope Fighting not only the threat of death But nature’s cold frigid grasp Her own safety in the balance every time She returned over and over again Man, woman or child equally saved The risks were...

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Boot Black Parlor; hats are cleaned, for ladies and the gents, Boot Black Parlor; hats are cleaned, for ladies and the gents, Cigars and cigarettes are sold, My legacies to you. Union avenue; my home your tenement, from the ship of Roma we came, Union avenue; my home your tenement, from the ship of Roma we came, Only thirty-three years your...

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Rejoice For it is done It all ends in this place As the faceless spirit recedes In death...

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Myrtle's gerbil ~ wasn't fertile...

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the sun still shimmies up every morn meanders down at days end the moon fills the nights in various stages morning streets are bombarded by struts slow and fast cars sigh their usual obnoxious yells sleep eludes me tormented thoughts you occupy my psyche brush stroke by brush stroke and still never exactly you your mona lisa allure impossible to commit to...

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When a poet reaches the end of the line the restless hand lies idle, the ink runs dry, watching the final rays of today's sunshine eternally on paper, seen only once by the eye The restless hand lies idle, the ink runs dry captured in the moment, will last for years, eternally on paper, seen only once by the eye stained...

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No phone on the cover waiting for your voice (he doesn't love you) Listening outwards to the boys (He doesn't love you) Life goes on with a smile on your face (he doesn't love you) love is your only saving grace Baby girl its okay, love is inside of you Baby girl its okay, Life goes on with your touch...

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Some say it's fine, throwing caution to the wind. Some say it's fine, if you're good or may have sinned. Some say it's fine, giving all to ease your task. Some say it's fine, to help but don't wait to ask. You may...

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In poetry, I express the way I know best. That garbage can be recycled That burning fossil fuel kills, it's past that test Pollution, with life it has trifled. How many words must a poet write, To convince all, that the world is dying Life is at the end of the line, too late for crying! How many miles of smiles I...

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Just around the bend is the end of the line Its there if you look for the neon sign It's flashing in bright translucent white Hung like a masterpiece against blackened night Streaming, gleaming polished stars so bright Did you know even the French horn must be drained of spit Let it go before you reach the end of your rope Birds...

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It's okay Even when no one stay by your side It's okay if you have to fight alone It's okay Even if every breath seems hard It's okay Just have hope, Everything will fall in place. Don't wait for anyone's approval ( End of the line) Do as your heart say ( End of the line ) Love yourself, Live the...

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